evie

Dash slips behind the wheel a second later, my cheeks red until I see how fast he maneuvers his way out of the lot, the same desperation staining his face as mine.

After the longest ten minutes of my life, he comes to a stop at the edge of a private beach entrance in the back of a neighborhood I never knew existed. He leaves the engine running, the low hum of classic rock filling the speakers as he shifts into park and unclips his belt, moving his seat back as far as it will go.

“Come here, baby,” he husks, extending his arm to help me across the seat once I peel my shorts and black bikini bottoms down my legs and toss them into the floorboard. I straddle him, my pussy throbbing with need as I sit on his knees, yanking my tank top over my head and revealing the top of the small, black string bikini I’d worn underneath. “Fuck,” he groans as he takes me in, my hands already working on his belt as his palm slides between my thighs.

“How’d you find this place so fast?” I pant against his lips, eyes heavy. “You didn’t bring some other bitch here, did you?”

“No,” he smirks. “This is my spot. The only bitch I ever brought here is your brother.”

“You’re so dumb,” I chuckle breathlessly, raising slightly as I pull him free and start stroking his shaft. “Gimme a kiss.”

“Grab the headrest, pussycat,” he orders, winding his fingers into the hair on the nape of my neck, his lips finding mine at the same moment that he pushes in deep, stealing my breath.

“Jesus, baby,” I whimper, my head falling back as I take him completely, savoring in the feel of my walls hugging his cock.

“That what you needed, sugar?” he croons, pulling a raspy moan of pleasure from me, his lips moving down my neck, tasting my skin.

My palm instinctively moves to my belly, the feel of him so deep inside me taking my breath. I begin to move, steadying myself with my other hand on his chest, the sensation of my nails digging into him pulling a groan from him.

His hand moves from my waist to quickly yank at my straps, pulling what little scraps of fabric from my skin and tossing it to the side, forgotten as he pulls me closer to his mouth, lapping at me.

“Oh, my God,” I groan as his teeth clamp down on one barbell, finding my eyes as he gives the other a light smack. “Yes!” I call out, my walls slowly clenching around his shaft as he returns his grip to my waist and drives into me deeper. “Please don’t stop, Dash.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not,” he hums, his eyes hooded as he leans back and gazes up at me. “Lean back a little so I can watch.”

I do as he asks, my eyes never leaving his as his gaze moves lower, slowly becoming mesmerized as he watches me ride him. His grip stays soft on my thigh, his ink-clad hands moving holding me in place as I grind against him, low sounds of pleasure leaving me with every thrust. When my hair begins to fall around my shoulders, obstructing his view of my nipples, he lifts one hand to sweep it away once more before palming my breast and finding my eyes once more.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, Evie,” he husks, the fingers still resting on my thigh sliding between us to tease my pussy as I begin to tremble around his thick shaft. “Tell me you love me, baby.”

“I love you, Dash,” I manage, my voice leaving me in heavy pants as we simultaneously begin falling apart around each other. “Oh, my God,” I pant, watching his breathing quicken as the words leave my lips, the sight of his strong, muscle-bound frame being overtaken with pleasure because of me all it takes to send me over the edge myself. “Kiss me. Kiss me right now.”

Before the words are all the way out, his palm slides from my breast to my neck, pulling me forward as he plows into me hard and fast. His tongue plunges into my mouth, sending me into oblivion as I hit my climax. As my orgasm pours over him, he pumps into me deep three more times, holding me firmly in place as he fills me with a low, guttural groan.

I savor in the feel of his breath on my skin, the sensation of it washing over me, damp with a light sheen of sweat, sending a chill over me.

It’s hot inside the cab of the car and the leather seats are sticking to things they were never meant to stick to. However, as we slow our movements and my eyes drift open to find him already staring back at me, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers mixed with the sounds of our heavy breathing surrounding us, I can’t bring myself to pull away from him.

Instead, I nuzzle into his chest, the feel of his palms rubbing my bare ass as he rests inside me pulling a sigh of content from my lips.

“I’ve never known you to be much of a cuddler,” he smirks against my neck, the feel of his beard brushing against my skin making me squirm just slightly in his arms.

“I know,” I admit as my fingertip begins absentmindedly tracing the lines on his chest. “I know we’re supposed to go to the beach, but I just felt like doing this for a while. That okay?”

“We can do whatever you want to, baby,” he sighs sweetly against my temple before kissing my hair and sinking further into the seat.

His arms cage me in as my thoughts begin to run rampant and after a few minutes, his breathing begins to even out enough that I can’t help but wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

This time tomorrow, I’ll be back at school, unpacking and getting ready for my final weeks as a student. Usually, I’m giddy by this point in every break. I love school, I love painting and I’ve been so hyper-focused on these final days of my education for so long that it seemed they’d never come. Now that they have, I’m surprised to find that I don’t feel giddy at all.

I feel miserable.

Ever since that fateful night in Dallas, my perfectly planned life has been turned completely upside down. I guess that would be enough to make anyone sad, maybe even question it all, but me. I already know the source of my current misery.

His arms are wrapped around me right now.

“Why’d you go quiet?” he asks as his thumbs gently stroke my lower back, pulling me from my sadness. “You plottin’ something?”

“No,” I smile small, discreetly wiping my cheek clean of my traitor tear before glancing up at him. “I’m just thinking.”

“‘Bout what?”

“Being mad at you.”

“Yeah?” he asks, glancing down at me. “What did I do now?”

“I’m not used to you being so nice to me. Now I have to go back to school tomorrow and I don’t want to leave,” I sigh. “You’re basically ruining my whole life.”

“Should I have treated you horribly?” he asks, smirking against my forehead when I nod my answer. “I’ll try harder next time.”

“You better. Life was a lot less complicated when I hated you, Dash Hunter,” I whisper, the sight of a dimple peeking out through his beard tugging at me deep. “You’ve positively wrecked me.”

“Hmm… Me, too, pussycat,” he husks against my temple, pulling my lips to his cheek, his arms tightening around me. “You know, I was doing alright until you started stealing my beer and using your evil vagina voodoo on me. Now look at me.”

“Yep,” I tease as I tuck back into his neck, the gentle shake of his chest warming me. “You are pretty pathetic, babe.”

“Worst apology ever.”

“Well, I’ve been grooming myself to torture you my whole life, so that’s the best you’re gettin’ outta me,” I kiss his cheek. “I regret nothing.”

“Me, neither,” he admits. “Wouldn’t change a thing.”