Fast & Wet (The Fast 2)

And I’m not going to interrupt the fun, flirty thing she has going on right now and read more into her question. So I throw my leg over the tiny pink scooter and feel the suspension sag with both of us on it. It probably can’t exceed thirty miles an hour, anyway, piece of shit.

As soon I sit down and feel her against me, her legs covered in tight, white capri pants, the scooter is the last thing on my mind. I do go slow and avoid every pothole on my way into Budapest, though.

Her long hair is whipping around us, and when she tries to tie it up, she leans against me for support, and it’s fucking heaven.

True to her word, Mila has had the restaurant block off its small upstairs loft eating area. I was expecting the place to be fancy but should have known better. It’s cafeteria-style and cost about ten bucks US. It’s perfect.

After the staff takes a few selfies with me and has me sign something for their wall, Emily orders a schnitzel the size of a surfboard, and I carry it all upstairs on trays for us.

Emily puts away nearly the whole damn plate, and I finish off what she left because Liam isn’t here to scold me, and this shit is good. She has a couple of beers, and I stick to my one, not so much for Liam, but because now I’m driving her around on the ridiculous pink thing parked on the sidewalk out front.

It’s dark by the time we thank our hosts and step out. With my hat down, we stroll through downtown Budapest relatively unbothered, save one or two people who recognize me and want photos. Emily doesn’t seem to mind.

We make our way to the Danube, and stroll along the shore, watch the city lights twinkle on the Pest side of the river, take in the parliament building on the Buda side. Past the Shoes on the Danube memorial, the crowd thins out, and it’s just us ambling in the dark, talking, and laughing.

She tells me about Klara and updates me on Makenna. I tell her stories about all the trouble Dante and I have gotten into over the years. We find paprika at a street vendor, and I stuff it into my pocket for her. At some point, our hands brush together while we’re walking. Her pinky finger links with mine, and I’m not letting it go for anything in the world.

She stops to take a panoramic river photo, and I let her walk a few paces ahead. I take out my own phone and snap some pictures of her. She’s so beautiful, the twinkling city lights dancing in her eyes and her hair blowing around in the breeze.

All these years, I never stopped loving her, not for a second. It was always her.

“What are you doing?” She turns and finds me taking photos of her while I lean up against a lantern post.

“Nothing,” I grin.

“Let me see,” she reaches for the phone, and I hold it up high out of her hands as she wiggles. Trying to grab it, she puts her hand on my chest for balance and leans against me.

I feel like the world stops turning, it’s just her and me along the river, a soft glow of light illuminating her face. My hand with the phone drops to my side, and she looks up at me to see why I’ve suddenly quit teasing her.

Our eyes meet for the briefest of seconds. Without conscious thought, my phone falls to the sidewalk, and my fingers are in Emily's hair, pulling her to me. I bend and press my lips to hers, so soft and full.

Her hands wrap around my neck, and she stands on her tiptoes to reach me, leaning into me as I prop myself against the lantern post behind me. Our mouths smash together in symphony. The taste of her floods my memories and washes over me as my tongue runs along her bottom lip. She opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine as the inferno builds.

My hand on her neck, I trace her jaw with my thumb and angle her head to kiss her deeper. Her fingers run through my hair, and she lets out a soft whimper that makes me want to devour he

r, combine my cells with hers, and fuse our two bodies into one.

It’s like my heart remembers how to beat again.

As her tongue chases mine, I feel her desperation, her need matching my own. Her body rocks into me, and I can feel her hard nipples against my chest, and I spread my palm across her perfect ass and pull her into me harder.

She moans into my mouth at the feel of how goddamn hard I am for her. Curvy hips swivel and rotate into mine with sweet torture.

I wrap my fist around her long hair twice and tug her head back so I can finally get my lips on her long, smooth neck that’s been in my head all day long. Kissing and licking from her collarbone to her earlobe, taking it between my teeth and nipping gently, I want to devour this woman.

“Cole,” she pants before her lips are on me again, her hands a panicked frenzy clawing at the base of my neck, through my hair, then they’re up the back of my shirt, and I hiss as she digs her nails into my skin.

She wants me as much as I want her. This is her body language saying ‘yes, yes, yes.’

“Fuck, Em, my gorgeous girl,” I moan and slip my knee between her legs. She doesn’t hesitate to push her core into my thigh as she pants and continues to clench at any flesh she can reach. She’s fucking on fire, and it’s been so much pent up longing, so many years of need building between us.

We’re both volcanos that have been simmering and heating up below the surface before the whole mountain top blows up and sends molten lava into the clouds.

My tongue swirls with hers when I worry I’m being too rough with my fists tangled in her hair. But then she sucks in my bottom lip, drags her teeth over it hard, and the taste of copper hits me.

Jesus Christ, this girl. I’m gonna blow in my pants for the first time in my adult life, at this rate.

“Oh my god, I bit you,” she takes half a step back, puts a hand to my lip, and sees a tiny flash of red on her fingers.