Page 6 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

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The fucking car wouldn’t start.

Again.

Nicola fisted her hands and pounded them into the steering wheel, growling, crying, screaming before she wrapped her fingers around it and tried to shake the immovable object. Why couldn’t just one thing go right in her life?

“Get out.”

Nicola jerked with a start. When had the door opened? When had Abagail popped her head into the driver’s side of her car? When had the world started to spin so much? Maybe it was a damn good thing that her car wouldn’t start. Then again, she probably could just sleep in it right here.

Abagail’s gaze dropped to Nicola’s breasts, over her small body in the driver’s seat and then flicked to the passenger seat with the stacks of non-perishable food that Nicola had stashed there to the back where all the blankets and her clothes were stored.

“I said get out ,” Abagail repeated. “Now.”

“I don’t...”

“Now, Nicola.” Abagail straightened her back and pursed her lips, holding the driver’s side door open.

Stumbling, Nicola pulled herself out of the car. “You can’t order me around.”

Abagail snorted. “Try me and I’ll call the police on you, not only for attempting to drive while intoxicated but for living in your car.”

Nicola’s jaw dropped. “You have no right?—”

“Try me.” Abagail reached forward and snagged Nicola’s arm, just above her elbow.

Her grip was tight, bruising almost. Abagail pushed Nicola back into the side of the car, their bodies pressed together.

Nicola gulped, a string of fear embracing her before she realized it was because Abagail had lost her footing and stumbled.

Moving her hands up, Nicola pressed her fingers around Abagail’s back and held onto her tightly.

Her heart raced. Abagail never got close to anyone.

She rarely touched her family. Nicola had noticed that.

Not that Warren and Estelle touched all that frequently—there was always an odd, estranged distance between them that didn’t seem familial in the least. But Abagail always maintained a bubble around her.

“Aunt Abagail,” Nicola murmured, pulling Abagail in tighter against her. “You’re going to topple over.”

Abagail hummed, her free hand now finding its way to Nicola’s waist. She pressed her fingers in tightly, holding onto her. “You won’t be driving anywhere.”

“My car’s dead,” Nicola stated. “So no, I’m not going anywhere.”

Abagail pressed her nose against Nicola’s neck and breathed in deeply. Nicola’s heart raced. The tension in the bar had bounced between sexual and frustrated anger, and she’d done everything in her power to just simply keep up with what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Nicola asked.

“Nothing.” Abagail’s head popped back up. She looked over her shoulder at the black car behind her that Nicola had somehow missed. “You can’t sleep on the street here.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“First, you ask Warren for fifty, then me for two. And now you’re refusing any help?” Abagail frowned. “You’d think you’d at least be consistent in what you want.”

“I…” Nicola’s jaw dropped. Then she closed her mouth and pursed her lips tightly. “I see your point.”

“Come home with me.”

“I’ll remind you what you reminded me—you’re not my aunt.”

Abagail snorted and shook her head. “Is that why you offered your body?” Abagail’s thumb pressed into Nicola’s hip bone, under her clothes and against her skin.

When had she managed to find her way there?

Nicola bit back the groan and moved to look directly into Abagail’s eyes.

“Revenge fuck. Isn’t that what you called it? ”

“I said if you weren’t his aunt…” Nicola’s entire body heated up, stifling her. With the way Abagail was pressed against her, her senses came alive. “…I’d absolutely fuck your brains out.”

The chuckle that left Abagail’s lips was seduction at its finest. “You’re not his fiancée anymore.”

“No. I’m not.” Was that the sign Nicola had needed? She pushed her hips out into Abagail, not surprised when Abagail pushed back into her. Her heart thrummed steadily. “Are you going to revenge fuck me against the car?”

“Hardly.” Abagail slid her hand up Nicola’s shirt, covering her breast and teasing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Nicola let out a shuddering sigh. “Yes.”

“Then get in my car.” Abagail stepped away from Nicola sharply.

As soon as Abagail’s hands left her body, Nicola was cold and longing for more.

She’d never been with an older woman before.

She’d never so much as thought it was a possibility.

Abagail slid into the back seat of the black car, leaving the door open for Nicola to follow.

Glancing at her dead car, at her entire life packed away in it, Nicola settled.

The cold air of the spring night against her cheeks woke her up and told her this was a bad idea, but the heat and arousal racing through her body, the idea of not sleeping scrunched up on the driver’s seat of her car was far too tempting to ignore.

At least she’d have one night warm in a bed and be sexually satisfied, because there was one thing that Nicola had no doubt about—Abagail would fuck her senseless.

Sliding into the back seat next to Abagail, Nicola shut the door behind her and gasped.

Abagail was pressed up against her in seconds, their mouths connecting.

The car started to move, and Nicola had to press her hand against the back of the seat to keep herself upright.

Abagail was feral. Their kisses were messy, wet, heated.

Nicola wrapped her hands in Abagail’s hair, pulling the short strands tightly and forcing Abagail’s head backward just so she could breathe for a second. Her lips curled upward, finding Abagail as breathless as she was. “Uh, uh, uh.”

Abagail stilled, the arousal falling from her face.

“We do this my way.” Nicola leaned forward, pulling her knee up onto the bench seat in the back row. “You better give your driver a good bonus after the show they’re going to get.”

“I pay well already,” Abagail murmured, leaning backward into the door. They took a hard right turn, forcing Nicola’s body into Abagail’s just like she had hoped and wanted.

Nicola didn’t hesitate. She skimmed her hand down Abagail’s front, parting the jacket at her belly and slipping her fingers under the waistband of her pants. “How do you want me?”

“Just fuck me,” Abagail muttered. “Hard and fast.”

“Perfect.” Nicola pulled at the button and zipper on Abagail’s smooth, soft slacks and pulled them down her hips. She glanced toward the driver, who didn’t seem to be paying a lick of attention, which was good, but also, Nicola didn’t care. She’d probably never meet them again.

She didn’t hesitate as she bent down and breathed in Abagail’s scent.

She loved the way a woman smelled, the way it tickled the inside of her nose.

She pressed her lips to Abagail’s thighs before pushing them apart so she could reach down with her tongue and fingers.

Hard and fast was exactly what Abagail had asked for and Nicola was going to deliver on that.

This wasn’t about making love or finding solace.

This was about revenge.

And release.

And distraction.

Abagail cried out loudly as Nicola slid not one but two fingers inside her. She curled her fingers upward, covering Abagail’s clit with her mouth and sucking hard. There’d be no respite so long as she could manage it.

Nicola pushed her face deep into Abagail’s body.

Abagail backed away from her before bearing down against her.

The rocking motion of the vehicle added to the sensations and pattern as Nicola went to town on Abagail’s cunt.

She lived and breathed in this moment. She knew she’d never get another chance like this, and Abagail tasted so sweet. Her sounds were so inciting.

With damp cheeks and chin, Nicola pressed in even more. She moved her free hand up Abagail’s belly and across her chest, cupping her breast through her bra and squeezing hard until she earned a groan in response. Her heart raced.

She was really doing this.

She really had her face to Abagail’s pussy, her fingers buried deep inside her, and it wasn’t just about revenge anymore.

It was about sex, pleasure, and the heat between them.

She didn’t want to give this up. She wanted to keep on letting Abagail ride her fingers until she creamed against her.

Then she wanted to do it again and again.

Abagail was going to be spent by the time Nicola crawled her way up to sit on her face.

She wasn’t going to let Abagail get anywhere near touching her until that happened.

Abagail cried out loudly, dropping her hand onto the top of Nicola’s head and tightening her grasp in Nicola’s hair.

She pulled sharply as her body curled in on itself and she rocked into Nicola’s mouth.

The tense twitches were exactly what Nicola had been looking for.

Nicola stayed right where she was with her fingers, continuing the slow movements and teases.

She kissed her way up and over Abagail’s hips, along her belly.

She slid her tongue against Abagail’s skin, tasting the saltiness, the roughness.

Nicola kept the tease up with her fingers, wanting Abagail not to fall too far from the cliff of orgasm before they started this up again.

“Ma’am, we’re nearly there.” The driver’s voice reached Nicola’s ears, but she wasn’t ready to let Abagail go yet.

“B-back us into the garage.” Abagail tugged on Nicola’s hair and pushed her face back down her body.