“We both know that would torture you way more than it would torture me.”
He had a point, but she’d never concede it.
“We’ll see about that…”
They both knew he was right, so Bre was surprised when he didn’t tease her about it some more.
“You and your dad must be really close for him to rub off on you like this,” Collin said, after a while.
Bre shot him a quick glance from the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“You haven’t really said anything about your mother. Where was she while you and your dad were working on all these cars?”
Bre clenched her jaw through the familiar twisting sensation in her gut. This was how it always felt when someone brought up Kacie—her mother.
“She hasn’t been around since I was a kid.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”
Bre shot him a hard glare.
“She’s not dead…” She turned her focus back to the road, redoubling herself before she continued. “She abandoned me and Ray when I was thirteen. Haven’t heard from her since.”
“Oh…”
It’s the only response Collin offered for a full minute. Bre didn’t know if she preferred the silence or if wondering what he was thinking was going to drive her crazy.
“Well, that would explain why you and your dad are so close.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
She didn’t even want to think about it. She didn’t want to think about what could have possibly been so horrible about her and Ray that made Kacie abandon them and never look back. Did she ever even think about them? Did she start a new family somewhere? Did Bre have brothers or sisters out there that didn’t even know she existed?
Bre took a sharp, unexpected turn onto a little road lined with huge maple trees. Collin clung to the door so he didn’t slide across the cabin.
“What in the world are you doing?” he said, alarmed.
Bre turned the car just off the road and parked it behind a pair of trees that perfectly blocked them from the road. The trees were enormous and bright green, now that winter had passed.
“Obviously, I’m pulling over,” she said, dryly.
She jammed the parking brake all the way to the floorboard and killed the engine. Collin just stared at her.
“Obviously… but why?”
She spun in her seat to face him and gave him an incredulous look. This was one of those times where that boyish naivety of his was not so endearing.
“Do you really have to ask?” she said. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get banged in my dream car. You didn’t think we were going to drive all this way without taking advantage of that, did you?”
Chapter Ten
“Are you serious? Right here?”
Collin gave another quick look around, even though it was impossible for anyone to see them unless they came looking. The huge maple trees completely blocked them from the road. They had as much privacy as they were going to get, considering they were basically out in the open.
“Are you really going to stop me?” Bre asked.
She barely had the top button of his khaki shorts undone before she could feel his bulge forming. He could protest all he wanted—his hard cock would give him away every time.
“Of course not,” Collin groaned.
She unzipped his pants and reached inside, releasing his monster from its prison. It looked delicious. The head of his shaft was in her mouth before she even realized what she was doing. He let out a huge breath as she took him deeper.
Of course he wasn’t going to stop her. Why would he even pretend?
Bre slid into the floor of the car so she could get a better angle. These old cars didn’t have anything like a center console, so there wasn’t anything to get in her way. The designers probably did that on purpose, knowing that anyone driving this beautiful car should be getting road-head at all times.
Collin let out a pleasured groan as she guided him to the back of her throat. The noises he made encouraged her. She didn’t need the extra motivation, but it did help block out the things she didn’t want to think about; things better left in the past; things she shouldn’t worry about while Collin’s wonderful dick was in her mouth.
Was Collin one of those elusive good ones… whatever those were supposed to be? Bre had never had a healthy relationship modeled for her, so she didn’t know what one looked like. What she’d been taught was that, at some point, the relationship will end and you’ll go on your way. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“God, you’re so good at that,” Collin growled.
Bre stared up at him; their eyes connected. The light of dusk made the blue in his eyes sparkle. He looked like a good man. She didn’t need to worry about him.
Hopefully.
Famous last words?
God! She needed to stop thinking about this.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, pulling away from him.
She didn’t wait for a response before opening her door and climbing out of the car. Collin’s eyes tracked her as she stood next to the hood and waited. He looked hesitant, but when she started unbuttoning her shorts he scrambled out of the car and stood in front of her.
“You’re crazy,” he said, shaking his head.
She glanced down at his cock—it was still rock hard and hanging out for all the world to see.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
Bre dropped her shorts and sat her bare ass on the hood of the Chevelle. There was a chill in the air as the sun set, but with only a thin piece of metal separating her from an eight-cylinder engine that had just been roaring down the road, she still felt on fire.
Collin stood in front of her, looking gorgeous as ever. The setting sun outlined him in a golden halo. He flashed a boyish grin and took hold of his beautiful cock. He held it against her for only a brief moment before sliding it inside.
Bre gasped as her body gave way to him. She’d had him inside of her so many times in the last few days, but it didn’t matter. Every time felt incredible.
She hooked her legs around him and pulled him even deeper. Collin held her waist to steady himself while he fucked her on the hood of her dream car. It was so surreal it almost felt like deja vu. Had she dreamed about this?
“Harder,” she pleaded. “Give it to me.”
Collin breathed heavily as he gave her everything he could. His eyes continually switched between admiring her and keeping a lookout for anyone that might find them. He was pleasuring her while protecting her. That was a combination she didn’t mind at all.
Was she making a horrible mistake?
She’d never done anything like this. She was getting in over her head. Nothing lasted forever—just like she’d told Aimee.
Why wasn’t she taking her own advice?
What would it be like when Collin went away? Would it be easy to put him in the past and move on? Would he forever ruin her for anyone else?
She’d never worried about moving on from other lovers; it was always part of the game plan. But Collin wasn’t like any of them. Everything about him was different.
Well, she’d just have to face it when the time came. Their affair wouldn’t last forever and maybe it would be impossible to move on, but she had to enjoy the ride while it lasted…
Collin gasped loudly. The twisted look on his face told her he was close. His cock twitched inside of her and she could sense the muscles in his body constricting.
“That’s it,” she encouraged. “Come for me.”
His mouth hung open as his eyes connected with hers. She grabbed his forearms and squeezed her legs, holding him deep inside of her.
His cum exploded, filling her depths with magmatic pleasure. Collin didn’t last long before he collapsed. His body still twitched and spasmed the final spurts into her.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Bre knew she’d cherish this moment long after
he was gone.
Chapter Eleven
Bre let Collin drive the rest of the way into the City. There were too many distracting thoughts going through her head and she didn’t want to be responsible for anything happening to Logan Atwood’s priceless car.
It didn’t take them long to make it to Brooklyn, where she lived. Collin parked illegally in front of her building and flashed her a warm smile as she gathered herself.
“I had a good time this weekend,” he said.
“I did too… Quite a few good times, actually.”
He let out one of his warm laughs that made her feel good about her life.
“We did have our fair share of fun, didn’t we?”
“Well, there were quite a few places in that big mansion for us to explore.”
Collin nodded, approvingly.
“There definitely were. And there’s no way Logan was going to get to them all…”
She shook her head.
“We should invoice him for services rendered.”
They both shared a laugh before Collin gave her an inquisitive look.
“You know, we don’t have to end the weekend just yet. There’s nowhere I need to be…”
Bre bit her lip. She didn’t mind the idea of having him inside of her one more time—there wasn’t a much better way to end the weekend. But then images of Collin in her apartment flashed through her head and she thought better of it. She wasn’t ready to introduce him to that chaos just yet. Better to enjoy him for a while longer before scaring him off.
“We’re going to try to give this a serious shot, right?” she asked, soberly.
“That’s what I want.”
“Then let’s take things slow. So we don’t mess it up.”
His brow rose in surprise.
“Are we having too much hot sex for you?”
The thought of even more hot sex made her brain a little fuzzy at the edges. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
“No, definitely not.” She couldn’t stop herself from eyeing his crotch to see if he was getting turned on like she was. “We should definitely keep doing that; I just don’t want to rush into the rest of it.”
Collin considered it for a moment while bobbing his head.
“You weren’t joking when you said you haven’t had many serious relationships, were you?”
She shook her head.
“I haven’t.”
He nodded and looked at her as though it were the first time he actually believed her.
“Then we’ll take it slow,” he said. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
All the time in the world… until he disappeared on her.
“That means a lot to me,” she said, forcing the thought from her head.
Bre leaned in and kissed him. She meant it to be quick so she could escape while she still had her wits about her, but the moment their lips touched she melted into him. The kiss deepened until the only thing she could feel was the pounding of her heart in her chest and the dampness between her legs.
After what could have been a minute or an hour, she finally pulled away.
“You should go. They’ll ticket you here even if you’re in the car.”
“I’m not worried about a ticket.”
The look Collin gave her was so intense, Bre had second thoughts about inviting him up to her place. She shook herself to snap out of it.
“Let’s get together soon,” she said.
“Friday night?”
She’d meant sometime sooner than that, but she didn’t want to come across as needy.
“That sounds nice.”
Bre almost leaned in for another quick goodbye kiss, but thought better of it. She bid him farewell and made a hasty exit from the Chevelle. She was in such a scramble to get away in one piece that she very nearly forgot to grab her luggage from the trunk. Collin yelled a reminder before she got too far.
They’d only just arrived back in the City and she was already a mess. This nervous, jittery, excited feeling better not last very long or she wasn’t going to like the person she became.
Chapter Twelve
The week went by even slower than Bre had thought possible. After having so much sex with Collin over the weekend she didn’t think it would be a big deal to go a few days without.
She’d been so very wrong.
By Monday afternoon she was so horny all she could do was think about all the places she wanted to visit with him. More like: the places she wanted to fuck him. The rest of the week was spent touching herself and desperately trying not to call and beg him to come over in the middle of the night.
They talked on the phone a few times and texted back and forth throughout the week. Getting to know Collin in this casual way was nice. And now that he’d dropped the whole issue with his rules she was at liberty to ask him anything she wanted, though their conversations erred on the side of superficial. She wanted to save the big stuff for when they were sitting face to face.
She was surprised to find out that his mom had passed away when he was in high school and that he’d had to earn a scholarship to put himself through college. Baseball had been his meal ticket to Harvard, though he was really there to get a good education and didn’t worry about getting drafted. His dad moved to the City when Collin finished school and started working for Logan. They were close.
Bre wondered what that must be like. Frankly, it sounded like their situations couldn’t be more opposite. His mother had died, hers had abandoned her. His father was close, hers… well, he was in Buffalo.
She didn’t think she’d like it, but it was nice getting to know him over the phone. At least it allowed them to have a civilized conversation without all of the sex getting in the way. Of course, the lack of sex was having a noticeable impact on her ability to concentrate.
By the time Friday rolled around, Bre didn’t think she could go another day without seeing him. She needed dick. Bad. And there was only one dick that she wanted. This could really become a problem if things didn’t work out between them.
They hadn’t made any detailed plans for their date: meet for drinks, and then see where the night took them. Collin suggested a bar called Velvet Brooklyn, up in Williamsburg. Bre had heard good things about it and had been wanting to check it out for a while, so it was perfect.
On top of being a horny mess, Bre was wound so tight she didn’t know what to do with herself. She was used to going out by herself, or maybe with friends, to pick up guys. When she went on actual dates, her only intention was to hook up and have a good time. But her first date with Collin wasn’t going to be like that.
Feelings were involved and she didn’t quite know how to handle them. And she hated how she was overthinking everything in a million different ways. The real problem was that her indecisiveness didn’t limit itself to thoughts about Collin; she labored over every single decision she made. It quickly turned into the most frustrating afternoon of her life. Who knew picking out a single outfit for happy hour could be such a difficult task?
In the end, Bre decided on a brown skirt with a white top. Her black leather jacket completed the edgy look she was going for. It said she was well put together and that she wasn’t to be fucked with.
A cab dropped her off in front of Velvet Brooklyn just before seven. They weren’t supposed to meet until 7:30, but she wanted to grab a drink before he got there. She needed to take the edge off.
The bar was interesting and full of character. From the street it was easy to miss and, stepping inside, Bre felt like she was transported to an entirely different place and time. The room was long and narrow with a bar that stretched nearly its full length on the left wall. The right wall had a row of stools pulled up to a thin ledge, meant for drinks. But the most interesting thing about the place had to be the carved, wooden statue of a Native American in the front corner, next to the bar. If Bre were the kind of person that took a lot of selfies she’d be tempted to take one with it.
Maybe a
fter a drink or two she’d change her tune…
She sat on an empty stool and the bartender set a napkin in front of her along with a menu. She took a quick glance at it and ordered the first drink she saw: something called The Whitney. It had gin, but she didn’t really care what she drank, as long as it was strong.
She drank it entirely too fast, and quickly ordered another while the place slowly filled around her. It wasn’t a huge room and she imagined it stayed pretty crowded most of the night. She could see herself easily blending into the background at this bar, which was good because it’s exactly what she felt like doing right then.
The warmth of her second drink was just settling into her cheeks when Bre saw him walk in—the man she’d spent the last week fantasizing about and dreading. Her heart skipped a beat. He looked gorgeous.
Collin wore dark slacks and an off-white button-up shirt. It looked sharply pressed and the slacks looked silky soft. He must have changed after work; he looked way too put together to be coming straight from the office. She doubted he struggled with what to wear nearly as much as she did. With his athletic frame and boyish looks he’d be hot in just about anything.
His eyes locked onto her immediately, as if he’d known exactly where she’d be sitting. The smile he flashed dripped pure sex. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth right then and there. There was just that pesky issue of being in the middle of a crowded bar.
Maybe she should do it anyway? She’d make sure she gave everyone a good show…
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Collin said, when he was close enough. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Feeling his lips against her skin sent another warm rush through her.
“I started without you.”
He glanced at her empty glass.
“Then I’d better start catching up.”
Collin ordered them another round of drinks: an Old Fashioned for himself, and another Whitney for her. She didn’t know why they had that name, but they were growing on her.
They made some small talk for a while, until Bre couldn’t really take it anymore. Visions of doing things to him flashed through her head. She imagined pushing his legs apart and sliding to the floor between them. She imagined releasing his cock so she could swallow the entire thing. She imagined him grabbing the bar as his cum flooded into the back of her throat.
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