Dash
I wanted you to stay. Dammit, I wanted to stay. And that scared the shit out of me. I would be the one to stay, and she would eventually leave. Everyone leaves. Everyone I cared about, who I thought cared about me. My own mom chooses a piece of shit over Jesse and me.
“But it’s probably a good thing you ended things. You deserve a family, kids one day, if you want that,” Peppermint says. “I can’t give you that. My son is an adult. I’m not starting over, but I want that for you.”
“Exactly like I thought. If I would have stayed, you would’ve eventually left.”
“Guess we’ll never know, will we?”
Frustrated, I open the door and hop out, slamming it shut behind me. I start toward my bike, then go back to her truck, snatching the driver’s side door open. She has tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Dash, just go.”
I spin her in the seat until she’s facing me. I thumb away her tears, kissing the tip of her nose. She closes her eyes, and I kiss each of her cheeks before finding my way to her lips. She moans when I capture them, and I groan against her mouth. Fuck, I missed this. Missed her.
She reaches for the hem of my shirt and quickly lifts it up and off, tossing it to the floorboard. I push her back until she’s lying on the bench seat, then unbutton her jeans, peeling them down her legs as she toes her boots off.
We’re on a deserted road, slim chance of getting caught, but I can’t take my time with her. I need to be inside her. I fumble with my button, finally getting it undone so I can shove my jeans down. I grip her hips and pull her to me, sliding her panties to the side and positioning my cock at her slick opening. I thrust in, her wetness coating my dick. She lifts her legs, and I place her heels on my shoulders as I fuck her fast and deep.
We don’t speak, don’t share dirty words or exchanges of love. We both needed this. I drive into her, our flesh slapping against each other. Reaching between her legs, I massage her clit, making her writhe in pleasure. She cries out, her orgasm causing her cheeks to flush. I chase mine right after, pouring myself into her. Breathless, I ease out and fix my jeans while she sits up, doing the same.
I should say something. Anything. But what do I say? That I fucked up and still don’t know that I’m ready for her? Cause that’s the damn truth. What we have, what we could be, terrifies me.
Rather than saying anything, I kiss her cheek and close her door. She drives off before I even get on my bike.