by Andrews, Amy
“And yet you never ever disparaged him in front of me.”
“Because I didn’t want to be that guy, Ed. Creating division behind the scenes. Getting the girl through a steady and deliberate poisoning of her relationship. I wanted you to realise who he was under your own steam. I wanted you to come to me of your own free will.”
“You think I didn’t know who he was by then?”
Justin shrugged. “You were still with him, so I figured you had your reasons.”
“Yeah,” she said, returning her attention to the windscreen, her lips twisting into a bitter line. “I kept thinking he’d change.” She looked at him. “Pathetic, huh?”
Justin reached out and fingered a curl lying against her shoulder. “No. You were loyal. And strong. So strong in the face of all those rumours.”
“Strong?” She laughed. “I never felt it. I felt like I was going to break in two, trying to keep up the front. You were strong. Always telling me to ignore the gossip. I’ve never seen anyone let that junk they go on and on about slide off their back so easily. I admired that strength so much.”
“You shouldn’t. I was pretty weak when it came to you.”
He dropped the curl and removed his hand from temptation. She’d been through some kind of emotional catharsis tonight. Right now, she just needed a friend.
Like all those other times she’d been down about Dale.
“If you had any idea how badly I wanted to touch you some days, you’d have run screaming in the other direction.”
She shook her head, her blue gaze locking with his. “Maybe I wouldn’t have.”
“Don’t,” he groaned. “If you had any idea how much I want to touch you right now…”
She looked at him for long moments, their gazes still locked. “Where?” she said huskily after a few moments. “Where do you want to touch me, Jus?”
Justin’s heart picked up speed as her husky voice trailed whispery fingers all over his resistance. “Ed…” he warned.
“Where?” she whispered then reached across for his hand. “Here?” she asked pulling his hand towards her, laying it on the side of her head, her hair sliding smoothly, deliciously, against his palm.
“Here?” she asked, bringing his hand to rest on her breast, his gaze following. His hand looked big and brown on the white of the dress and the fabric felt lumpy but her breast was soft.
He’d wondered whether she’d had a bra on earlier and now he knew – nope. It took all his willpower not to squeeze, especially when the hard point of her nipple made itself felt.
“Here?”
She dragged his hand down to her thigh. Her leg was firm and warm beneath his palm then soft and hot as she swept his hand upwards to sit high on her leg, his fingers breeching the scant hemline of the dress, brushing what felt like lace.
And fire.
“Ed.”
“You don’t want to?” she asked breathily.
Jesus. Want to? He wanted to stick his head between her legs and feast. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I want to feel alive tonight. I want to celebrate how lucky I am to even be here. I survived that crash, but I could go back to my hotel room right now, slip on the en suite tiles, smack my head on the bath, and die. Or you could. And I don’t want to live another second, Jus, without knowing how it feels to have you inside me.”
Justin’s hand clamped down convulsively on her thigh as his growing erection surged to full bloom. God, yes. Inside her was exactly where he wanted to be, too.
How many times had he fantasised about exactly that?
But he knew how Edwina’s mind worked. How she usually thought things to death before acting, and he needed her to be sure about this.
“We don’t have to do this,” he murmured. “It can wait til after the rally.”
A little frown knitted her brows together as she regarded him with what looked like impatience. “Do you want me to tell you where I want to touch you?”
He sucked in a breath at the blatant question, landing in the middle of the pheromone cloud embracing them. But before he could answer, she’d lifted his hand off her thigh and in one tricky little manoeuvre had turned in the seat, slid her leg across the narrow console and over the top of his thighs, grabbed the side of his seat and pulled herself over until she was straddling him.
He had no idea how she made it look so damn easy, and he didn’t care as she reared above him, her hair falling forward in a curtain around them, his hands filling with her butt, the hem of the dress riding up to expose half of her underwear.
“Yes,” she whispered as she settled in, hovering her exposed lacy centre over the bulge in his jeans and lowering herself onto him. She rubbed herself against him as he kneaded her ass.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his head falling back onto the rest, her hair caressing his face as she ground against him and he held her fast.
Her breath was coming hard when she finally stopped driving them both wild and sat back a little. She reached for the buttons on his shirt. “I want to touch you here,” she said, as she popped the first button, “and here and here and here,” she said popping three more, her fingers stroking the skin as the buttons ceded to her quest. “And here and here and here,” she murmured, popping the last buttons then pushing his shirt back to reveal his chest.
Justin was thankful he was sitting because the way her eyes devoured him would have bought him to his knees. She ran her fingers from his stomach up to his pecs then swirled them around his nipples.
She lowered her face to his neck and inhaled deeply, nuzzling up and down his throat and along his collar bones.
“I want to touch you here.”
Justin’s eyes practically rolled back. “Ed,” he panted, trying to keep hold of his head. “We have perfectly good hotel rooms. With beds.”
She pulled away. “With the Fairfax gossip journo in the room next door, peaking out her bloody curtain, watching our every move? Besides,” she said, her thumbs brushing lightly over his nipples, back and forth, back and forth, “ever since you talked about debauching me in the back seat, I’ve been able to think of little else.”
Neither had he. “Okay then,” he said, lifting his head off the rest with difficulty as her fingers continued their drugging assault on his nipples. He shoved his hand into her hair and pulled her head down, claiming her mouth with his in a hard, deep kiss, groaning against her lips as their tongues meshed.
He pulled away. “Get in the back.”
*
Edwina’s pulse tripped in her chest as she extricated herself from Justin’s lap and squeezed herself between the two seats before landing in the back in a tangle of limbs. She was breathing hard when she got there, but that was more from his brain-frying kiss than the contortions required. Her dress was more like a long shirt now, rucked up to her hips, exposing her white lace underwear.
“Make way,” he said, “I’m coming over.”
Edwina laughed as Justin twisted and cursed manoeuvring his lanky frame into the back seat. It would have been much easier for both of them to get out of the car and get back in again but she hadn’t wanted to break the moment.
Outside was sense and reason.
Grace and Owen. Their fake reality.
Inside was touching and kissing. Petting and moaning.
Sighing.
Heavy breathing.
Heat and sex and lust.
A place for something real. A man and a woman. Justin and Edwina.
Without any of the bullshit.
“What’s so damn funny” he muttered as he landed beside her, unbuttoned shirt flapping open, shoving his hand into her hair again to cut her off with his mouth.
Nothing.
There was nothing funny about his kiss or the swell of heat and want and lust that surged from her belly to the depths of her pelvis and the very tips of her nipples. Nothing funny about the hot and heavy demand from his lips driving her head back. Nothing funny about the hot suck of his mouth as it pow
ered down her neck. Nothing funny about the hard lash of his tongue as it swiped at her jugular and dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat.
His arm circled her waist, his big hand travelling from her knee to the top of her thigh, crowding her back against his beautiful white leather seats but she didn’t want it to be like this. She didn’t want to lay here and be passive.
She’d been dreaming about this moment for a long time and she wanted to be in it. She wanted to participate.
“No, no,” she murmured, pushing him back.
“Wha…?” he said, struggling to sit up again, his mouth wet from their kissing, his eyes glazed from it, too. She grabbed his shoulders and threw her thigh over his until she was straddling him again. “Like this,” she said. She liked being able to look down at his bare chest and see the waistband of his underwear peeking over the top of his low rider jeans. “I want it like this.”
He slid his hands onto her ass, his gaze level with her chest. “Suits me,” he muttered, then leaned forward and sucked her nipple through the fabric of the dress.
“Oh, yesss,” she hissed, her eyes shutting, her head falling back, her hand landing on the back of his head and holding him there.
One hand left her ass and there was a brief moment when his mouth left her. She mewed her disappointment, opening her eyes in time to witness him yanking her dress down, exposing both breasts to his gaze.
“So beautiful,” he muttered, looking from one to the other, the nipples peaked, begging shamelessly for his tongue. “I don’t know which one to try first.”
“Pick one,” Edwina gasped. “Hurry.”
He chuckled then leaned in and picked, choosing the opposite to the one he’d just ravaged through her dress.
“Yes,” she said as the full, hot suction of his mouth devoured the hard, aching tip. “Yes.”
Then he clamped both of his hands on her hips and pulled her hard against the long, rigid bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans, grinding up into her. Edwina gasped again, rubbing back shamelessly, the slick, sticky heat between her legs finding both salve and spark in the primal rutting.
The heat built and built as they rocked together and he laved her breasts, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until Edwina could only whimper and burn and beg for more.
The stirrings of her approaching orgasm dragged her out of her bliss.
No. Not like this.
She wanted to feel him fill her, to slide all slick and tight along the length of him, to ride him all the way to the end.
“Stop,” she gasped, pulling back.
He didn’t take his eyes off her breasts. “Soon,” he muttered, lunging towards a nipple.
Edwina laughed a shaky laugh, placing her index fingers against his lips. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”
He smiled at her and thrust his hips in along slow grind. “That was the idea.”
She shook her head. “No. I need you in me,” she said, reaching for his belt buckle. “I need you in me now.”
“Okay, baby,” he chuckled as she fumbled with the big cowboy buckle he’d worn to look all country. “Let me help.”
He undid it, exposing the zip and Edwina didn’t need any more guidance, ripping it down and reaching in to his underwear for the hard, solid length of him.
“Yessss,” he groaned as she freed his dick completely and clasped her hand around his girth.
Edwina couldn’t take her eyes off the plump head, a pearl of liquid glistening from the eye. “Please tell me you have a condom?” she said.
“Wallet,” he gasped, his head falling back against the seat. “Back pocket.” He lifted his left hip to grope for it.
“Hurry,” she said, her heart hammering, her breath choppy, her mouth watering as she squeezed him from root to tip.
“It’s hard to coordinate when you do that,” he groaned, finally pressing the condom into her spare hand.
Edwina dropped everything to coordinate herself long enough to tear the foil packet open with hands that were trembling in anticipation. Then his fingers were biting into her hips as she rolled it on him and she was pulling her underwear aside as she lifted to centre herself over him. The blunt girth of his head prodded the slick heat between her legs and she gasped as the burning ignited into an inferno.
“Now,” she muttered, looking into his eyes, bright with desire.
“Now,” he said.
She flexed her hips, easing down as he thrust and they groaned, collapsing against each other as he slid in to the hilt.
Neither of them moved for a moment or two.
“Oh, yes, that feels so damn good,” she said, pulling back, capturing his gaze again.
“Yes,” he panted, lifting her off him a little and thrusting into her again. “What about that?”
She nodded. “And that?”
She nodded again as he stretched and filled her to perfection. “All of it,” Edwina said, her hands anchoring fast to his shoulders as they set a rhythm. “All of it.”
His gaze dropped to her chest, to the sway and bounce of her breasts. “Now…” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, “where was I?”
Then his mouth captured a nipple again and she cried out, the friction between her legs kicking into hyperdrive as his mouth showed no mercy, switching from one to the other, licking and sucking, his teeth grazing the taut peaks then soothing them with the long, hot swipe of his tongue.
And all the time she rode him, flexing her hips, back and forth, up and down, easing on, lifting off, feeling every millimetre of the delicious slide, every second of the delicious build, her belly heating, her heart fibrillating, her pelvic floor contracting and rippling, pleasure undulating through nerves and muscles until it reached boiling point and exploded in a galaxy of stars, raining down on her – hard.
She gripped his shoulders for dear life as it knocked her sideways. “Oh, god,” she cried. “Jus… oh, god.”
“I know,” he muttered, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. “I know,” he groaned into her chest, his shoulders trembling violently as he cried out her name and joined her in the stardust.
Day Four
‡
They’d been on the road again for ten minutes the next morning when Justin growled, “Stop looking at me like that.”
Edwina grinned. “Like what?” she asked innocently as the scenery whizzed by and the radio played some ACDC.
“Like you want a bit of sumthin’ sumthin’.”
Oh, she did. She really, really did. She wanted his sumthin’ sumthin’ bad. “And what if I did?” she asked. “What are you going to do about it, driving a hundred kilometres an hour with both your hands on the steering wheel?”
He flicked a glance at her before returning his attention to the road. “God… one moment of debauchery in the back seat of the car and you’ve turned into a monster.”
“This is true,” she sighed. “And I’m hungry. You should really feed me.”
“Oh, I intend to,” he said. “Later. When we get to Tenterfield and I can get you alone.”
Edwina slid her hand onto his thigh, just above his knee, and smiled as his quad tensed under her palm. The problem with the rally was that they were hardly ever alone. “I don’t think I can wait that long. Once wasn’t enough.”
He shrugged. “You could have spent the night with me in my hotel room. I would have fed you all night long.”
Edwina’s belly squirmed at the prospect. But, lying snuggled into his lanky body in the back of the car last night they’d both agreed to keep up the public will-they-or-won’t-they subterfuge for the duration of the rally.
They couldn’t afford to be caught sneaking into each other’s rooms and confirming it. The fans liked the mystery; it gave them something to gossip about. So Edwina and Justin needed to practise discretion this week.
But when they were alone – truly alone with nobody watching – all bets were off. She was done with keeping him at arm’s length. Done with all
that after the rally nonsense.
When they were alone, it was a definite will they.
And, with no cars in front or behind, they were alone right now.
“Of course, I don’t have my hands on the steering wheel, do I?” she mused, walking her fingers higher.
“Ed,” he warned, his thigh tensing beneath his trendy low rider chinos.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, enjoying the tease as her fingers inched closer to his crotch. “Just drive. I’ll take care of this.”
Her fingers travelled from his groin to the bulge between his legs. Her index finger stroking up and down the rapidly growing length of his erection. “Ooh. You’re hungry too, I see.”
“Ed,” he warned again. “You know how I promised to get you to Byron Bay alive, right? This is not the way to do it.”
Edwina knew he was right. That it wasn’t safe to be distracting him when he was driving, but hell, as she’d told Ruth last night, she’d been living safe.
This morning, she felt reckless.
And horny.
“So you don’t want me to do this, then?” she said, fingering the tab of his zipper and sliding it down, her fingers pushing inside to his underwear, to grip his massive erection.
His breath hissed out. “Ed.”
Edwina smiled as she freed him from his underwear and pulled his cock out of the confines of fabric and zippers. Her belly flipped over and her mouth watered at the thick, plump head and the long, hard shaft.
“You’re magnificent,” she muttered, her gaze never leaving him, her hand wrapping around him, sliding up and down, testing the boundaries of his solid girth.
“Jesus, Ed.”
She looked up at his tense profile his jaw clenched hard enough to crack nuts. “I want to taste it,” she said.
He glanced at her startled, shaking his head as he looked at the road. “Oh, no.”
But it was too late; Edwina was already unclipping her seat belt, leaning towards him, her mind made up.
“Edwina Calloway!” he said, his voice strained and Edwina vaguely recognised that the car was decelerating as her mouth closed in on his cock, her tongue lapping at the salty bead of moisture at its top before swiping around the plump spongy head.