Page 57 of Stay With Me

The last thing we need is other people’s thoughts and opinions to bring in more anxiety and concerns about if we can actually be in a relationship. Neither of us has had success in that area, but I’d like to think Tripp’s and mine could be the outlier.

His thumb strokes over my hand. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

“You better keep that thought when you try to teach me how to drive this thing.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “It’ll be good practice for when I teach Mallory in a couple years.”

My jaw drops in offense. “I better be easier than a thirteen-year-old!”

“Well…let’s find out.” He sits back and motions for me to come over.

“Are you sure about doin’ this in the dark? Is it safe?” I ask, positioning myself on top of him.

My legs sink in between his thighs and he pushes the steering wheel up so we have enough room.

“Don’t worry, I know these roads like the back of my hand. I’ll work the clutch and pedals for now and keep an eye out for deer. You focus on steerin’ and shiftin’.”

Relief swarms through me at not having to multitask at a time when Tripp’s groin is directly under my ass. I can barely breathe as it is with his chest pressed to my back.

Has he no clue what he’s doing to me right now?

He grabs my right hand and puts it on top of the shifter, then jiggles it around. “Get comfortable with how it feels so you can get used to the feeling of switchin’ gears.”

The only thing I’m focusing on is how his dick is only two fabric layers away from my bare skin.

“Okay?” he prompts when I forget to speak.

“Yep. One hand on the wheel, one hand on the stick.”

His laughter makes his chest shake. “Precisely, yes.”

Then he explains what each letter and number mean and when to shift into those gears. Seems basic enough, but considering my mind is elsewhere, it’s a good thing we’re on an empty country road.

“Okay, now we’ll shift into first and you can turn back onto the road,” he commands.

Tripp keeps his hand over mine, and when he accelerates, he talks me through shifting into second and then again into third.We’re still going under the speed limit driving, but it helps to get me used to the feeling of when to change gears.

“You doin’ good…just keep drivin’ straight, and I’ll go a bit faster so you can feel when to upshift again.”

The roar of the engine vibrates as he speeds up. My breathing also increases when he removes his hand from mine and moves it to my upper thigh.

After he presses the clutch, I move us into fourth. When I feel him let off the gas, and he clutches again, I shift into fifth.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re gettin’ a little excited,” I taunt, wiggling my ass against his erection beneath me.

“Sunny…I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His taunting voice echoes in my ear and stills my movements.

I ground my hips and sink lower against him as I move back and forth.

Instead of scolding me, his fingers tease over my thigh, pushing up my dress and exposing more bare skin.

“There’s a stop sign ahead…and it seems my hand is occupied, so you’re gonna have to shift to neutral when I tell you to.” He skims his finger along the seam of my thong and my breath hitches.

He presses down on the clutch and brake, and I struggle to concentrate with how he’s touching me.

“Now.” Tripp’s hoarse voice whispering in my ear as he gets closer to my pussy nearly has me steering us into the ditch.