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Chapter Twenty

“ I s it weird that I wish this night didn’t have to end?” Posie sighs, relaxing in the passenger seat. Our discussion cleared a lot of the awkward tension in our relationship, leaving us to bask in the glow of just being together for the rest of dinner. And it has been awesome—joking, talking, and flirting without any of the awkwardness. So, I totally understand her sentiments. It gives me an idea. The streetlights glow overhead, illuminating the empty town, which is devoid of bustling people and traffic.

Taking the next right, I steer my SUV toward the local high school. Posie sits up, peering outside with the cutest little nose wrinkle. The shops fly by, blurring as we move through the town center and onto more open roads. We aren’t far.

“Where are we going?” she asks excitedly .

“You’ll see,” I answer, driving another few feet before pulling into a deserted parking lot and stopping in the middle. It’s dark, but the lines on the pavement all still visible. She looks at me quizzically, her lips quirking into a naughty grin.

“Miller Phillips!” she mock-exclaims. “Are you taking me parking?”

She gasps and clutches at fake pearls, as though offended, before breaking out in a tinkling laugh that shoots right to my heart. The sound is so carefree and light that I can’t help but want to hear it again—every day for the rest of my life.

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl.” I reach for her hand, bringing her knuckles to my lips and grazing them as I inhale her mouthwatering perfume. “But first, a driving lesson.”

Tugging her hand back, my pretty little omega crosses her arms across her chest and curls in on herself. The meek behavior slams against all my protective instincts, and I can’t even begin to help it when I pull her into my lap and loose a rumbly purr. Her softness molds against all my hard planes, fitting together like a perfect puzzle, and I revel in the feel of her body flush against mine.

I’ve been waiting forever.

“If you never want to learn, that’s all right with me. I’ll hire a beta chauffeur to be at your beck and call, taking you anywhere you want to go at a moment’s notice. An ugly one. A chick. Yeah, an ugly chick chauffeur.” My thoughts go off on a tangent as I consider quitting the team to become her driver, struggling with trusting her safety to anyone else.

“I want to learn,” she says hesitantly. “My parents said I can’t move out until I do. ”

Posie bites her lip and fixates on my bicep, tracing the ink peeking out of the bottom of my sleeve. It’s the remembrance tattoo I had done for my parents. Her touch there feels so innately right. Pushing up my sleeve, she reads the names and bends forward to press her lips against it.

“I miss them, too,” she admits, and the trauma bond we share glows brightly in my chest. No one will ever get it the way she does. No one else loved them the way we did. Being with someone who remembers my parents as vividly as I do, who’s been through it all with me. It’s a gift I wish we didn’t share, but a gift all the same. “Just being in a car makes me nervous. And being responsible to drive…”

She trails off, but I understand what she’s not saying. She’s afraid that one mistake could mean death, not only for herself but for others. The reason someone else’s mom and dad don’t come home.

“You would never drink and drive,” I remind her with a squeeze.

“No. But I’m clumsy. And easily flustered. I make mistakes, Miller,” she whispers, her scent syrupy with nerves.

“This is the perfect place then. We’re the only car in this lot. All the birds have gone to sleep.” She snorts at the mention of the birds, rolling her eyes. Freaking cute. I kiss her sweet lips, and she groans, the car filling with the scent of her desire, and I almost lose my purpose. “There’s no pressure. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” she says with a nod. “Let’s try.”

With a whoop, I feel for the button to the left of my seat, pressing down when I touch the hard surface. A whirring sound fills the car as the bucket seat slowly moves back, giving me room to maneuver Posie between my legs.

“Wait, you aren’t going to sit in the passenger seat?” she giggles. But they cut off abruptly when I spread my legs and situate her right in front of my already semi-hard cock. I finesse the position until she’s using my chest as the seatback, but able to reach the pedals with ease.

“No, baby, I can help you best right here.” My hands skate down her sides, landing on her hips, and her breathing picks up. “Now, fix your mirrors so you can see.”

As she does my bidding, I collect her thick hair and loop it over her shoulder to give me access to her neck.

“Good girl,” I rumble in her ear, reaching over to grab her hand and guide it to the shift, wishing it was my cock instead. That fucker twitches against her back, and Posie’s breath catches, wiggling her backside against me. “You need to press on the brake and put the car in drive.”

I lick a stripe up her neck, savoring the cotton candy on my tongue as she follows the directions. Keeping my mouth on her, I use my hand to guide hers back to the steering wheel.

“Like this?” she asks breathily, her pulse fluttering under my lips.

“Just perfect,” I praise. “Now, slowly lift your foot and let the car roll forward. Don’t worry about anything—I’ll help you steer.”

The burned scent dissipates, replaced with freshly spun sugar, and Posie melts in my arms. She relaxes against me as the car crawls forward, guiding it around the empty lot like a pro. Hints of slick pop in the air, causing pre-cum to bead on my angry tip and leak through my pants. But it’s worth every sticky minute to have her trust. This may be torture, but it’s the sweetest kind I’ve ever experienced.

Posie practices turning around the space, and I remove my hands, bringing them down to her hips so she’s doing it all completely on her own. She glances back at me quickly, excitement bubbling as she grins from ear to ear before bringing her attention back to the task.

“I’m doing it, Miller! I’m really doing it,” she exclaims, and my heart tugs in my chest. She’s not mine yet, but every second together has me falling deeper in love with her.

“You’re doing it, Puff. You’re a natural,” I agree, teeth grazing her neck. Her pheromones are so strong here that I nearly die from the joy of being so close to my scent match. “Now, let’s try giving it a little gas.”

She gulps hard, a determined wrinkle appearing on her smooth forehead, and I squeeze her round hips.

“You’ve got this,” I say, and she nods, pressing down ever so slowly on the pedal. The car lurches forward, but I suck on her neck, and she keeps her cool.

“That feels so good,” she pants, allowing the car to move forward smoothly, driving around the lot as though she’s been doing it for years. My hands explore a little, distracting but not too distracting, even as my cock begs me to lift her and sheath myself in her heat. Not telling her about our scent match is agonizing. Almost deceitful.

But how do you convince an omega who can’t smell that you’re her scent match ?

“You’re doing amazing. Go around two more times, and then I’ll reward you.” She whines, remembering the denied orgasm from the restaurant and shifting restlessly on the seat. The scent of slick grows thick in the air, letting me know where my girl’s mind is.

She’s so fucking perfect.

Her speed increases, whipping us around the lot one last time before pulling into a dark spot and slamming on the brakes. The car jolts forward, and she jams it into park, unable to hold back for another second.

“You’re nearly a pro,” I crow, hitting the power and plunging the car into complete darkness. Don’t need anyone seeing the lights and stopping by. “And now you’re going to come screaming my name.”

Her face twists, capturing my lips while mewling her need, and the sweet taste clouds my vision. There’s not enough room in this damn car to feast on my omega properly. She pulls back, breathless.

“That was so fun. I didn’t know it could be fun. Thank you for teaching me,” she chirps, peppering my face with kisses. With a huge smile, my omega wiggles until she’s straddling me. Posie’s legs slot on the outsides of mine, and her beautiful breasts bounce as she positions herself in my lap. Her hot core presses against my hard length, and I groan, throwing my head back at the contact.

“Sorry! I’m too heavy!” she exclaims, leaping to the side in an attempt to get off me, but I grab her.

“No. You’re perfect. Don’t move a fucking muscle,” I growl, letting my hands roam over the thick curve of her ass, palming it with a forceful grip. She squeals when I squeeze, but then I lift my hips, letting my thick erection press against her center. “I want you so bad, Puff.”

Her lips make a little ‘o’, and her hips jolt, rubbing her slick pussy against the length of my jean-clad cock. Gasping, she does it again, enjoying the sensation. Her innocence makes me want to corrupt her; show her all the pleasure I can wring from her lush body. The way I’ll have her coming, crying my name until her voice becomes hoarse. Then I’ll offer her my cock to soothe her aching throat.

“I’m yours,” she whimpers, throwing her head back and giving me a glimpse of the purple marks I’ve left on her neck. They look good—good enough until I place my bite right where it belongs.

Mine. For always. For forever.

This time, there isn’t a restaurant full of people, so I flip up the skirt of her dress, my fingers falling to the lacy material keeping me from the promised land.

They’re hot as fuck, and I hate them.

“These are gone,” I snarl, snapping them off her. I drag the panties through her soaked folds, swirling the lace around her clit before shoving them in my pocket. “Mine now.”

Posie’s eyes follow the motion, and she swallows hard, her eyes wide. The moonlight shining on her skin makes her glow like a goddess. I’ll never get enough. She trembles on my lap in anticipation, but I want her mindless with passion.

“Lean back, beautiful,” I direct her, pressing my big hand against the curve of her belly until her back leans on the steering wheel, holding her in place. With my other hand, I gather her slick and lift it to her pink clit that’s peeking out at me. “Watch. Watch me make you come.”

“Miller,” she whines, a spike of her scent swirling around me and testing my control.

“I’ve got you,” I promise, tapping her clit with my thumb until she squirms with need. “Have you ever put anything in my pussy before?”

She gulps, “No.”

“Not even your own fingers?” I push, continuing to roll her clit between my calloused tips while holding her steady—completely at my mercy. Picking up the pace, I feel her clit throb, and I press harder until she moans.

“No. Please,” she cries, trying to grind against me. Slick drips onto my pants, soaking me with her essence. I’ll never wash these again.

“Can I be the first?” Using my thumb, I circle faster and press deeper until she’s teetering right on the edge of an orgasm. Another finger plays at her entrance, not going inside—only at her say so. A drop of sweat glides between her breasts, and I dart forward to lap it up, the salty taste mixing with the sweet. I’m seconds away from coming in my pants with barely any stimulation. Just being around this omega has me all worked up.

“Y-yes,” she gasps, and excitement races through me. I keep up the rhythm but slide the tip of my thick finger inside her, careful not to go too far. Her channel is warm, wet, and oh-so tight. My cock begs to be released, trying to convince me I’m using the wrong appendage, and I do my best to ignore the need surging through my veins. But the second I breach her, slick pours, and her pussy clamps down as she catapults over the edge with a scream. “Millerrrr, ohhhhhhh.”

Posie’s thighs tighten, and her chest heaves as she rides out the pleasure, and I memorize every sound, every twitch, every emotion that flits across her face.

Watching her come undone is more than I ever could have imagined—and I have, more times than I care to count.

Stroking her gently, I pull her into my chest, pleased when she falls against me, boneless and sleepy.

“You did so well, my love,” I mutter, kissing the top of her head.

My pants are soaked, my cock is furious—but I’ve never felt more at peace.

“What about you?” she mutters as I shift her into the passenger seat and pull the safety belt across, making sure it clicks. Reaching into the back, I grab a blanket and drape it over her.

“Hummm. This feels like the one on my bed.” Her drowsy voice sounds almost drunk, and my chest swells with pride. I may not have any experience, but I’ve pleased my omega in more ways than one.

Starting the SUV, I pull my gaze from her and focus on getting us back to Posie’s safely.