Page 59 of Stay With Me

“I think it’s time we go to my house,” I beg him, wanting to drive us back toward town.

“Take a right up here. Press the clutch and release the gas as you downshift,” he reminds me, lowering one hand to the crease.

By some miracle, I do exactly that without grinding the gears and smoothly accelerate back up to speed once I’ve rounded the turn.

Now that I can pay attention to where his hands are touching, I’m close—insanely close—to losing control with the way he’s teasing me. Fingers pinch my nipples and the steady rhythm on my clit paired with his deep thrusting is driving me to the edge.

“Tripp…I’m—” The rest of the words die on a heavy exhale.

He removes the hand that was on my breast and takes the wheel as the other stays on my pussy.

His nose brushes my skin. “I’ve got you. Come on my hand, Sunny.”

And I do just that.

My body spasms, my head falls back against him, and his lips hover at my ear.

“Downshift, sweetheart. We need to pull over.”

Blinking roughly, I shake off the afterglow and palm theshifter. His fingers continue playing with me as my body shivers through the aftershocks.

“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever experienced,” he whispers.

“I coulda killed us,” I remind him.

He chuckles as we get his truck to the side of the road and park.

His fingers slide out from my panties, and when I glance over my shoulder, he sucks them between his lips.

“But what a way to die, huh? With the taste of you on my tongue.”

Rotating my body the best I can, I palm his face and slam my mouth down on his.

I wanted Tripp Hollis like this for as long as I can remember, and I’m done holding back.

“Lemme take care of that for ya…” I beg, rubbing over his erection, and he groans at the friction.

“There’s no rush, Sunny.” He captures a piece of my hair and wraps it behind my ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sit up slightly until I can look into his piercing brown eyes. “You promise?”

Though I hate that I sound like a whiny, needy child, I’m terrified to lose him now that I finally have him.

He grips my chin, gazing deep into my soul. “I swear on our firstborn child.”

I snort out a laugh. “Not Chatty!”

He smirks, palming my face, and presses tender kisses to each of my eyelids. “I should drive you home before someone calls the sheriff for suspicious activity.”

Sighing, I nod. “And I’d hate for you to have to do more community service on my account.”

“You’d have to do it with me this time.” He winks. “But kickin’ Travis’s ass that night…was so fuckin’ worth it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Tripp

Witnessing my three brothers drag their asses into our parents’ house for Sunday night supper is amusing. With the amount they drank at Noah and Fisher’s joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the Twisted Bull last night, it’s no surprise they’re still feeling it.