Just Pretend (Love Comes To Town)

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Her face falls again as she gives her head a little shake. “Why do I keep saying—”

Impulsively, my hand grabs hers. “Stop it. It’s the same for me.”

Her gaze lands on mine, hopeful and unsure. “What is?”

“I can’t control myself when I’m with you,” I growl, and next second, we’re kissing again.

The rest of the concert is punctuated with more nachos, some beers, some popcorn. I can’t seem to stop kissing her, holding her, taking her hand in mine. She just feels so goddamn good in my arms. I even have her sit on my lap for a bit, until she wriggles laughingly off.

Too fast, the Peppers play their last song—‘Tell Me Baby’—and it’s time to go. Luckily, I only had a couple of beers, so after leading us through the crowds to my car, I’m able to drive us home.

“That was…” she says, trailing off and shaking her head once we get in the car and get going. “Amazing. Thank you!”

“My pleasure,” I say. “I had a great time.”

And she smiles and I smile, and we sit there in silence as I drive along, because even sitting beside her doing nothing at all is better than fucking another girl.

Whoa… where the hell did that thought come from?

The next few minutes pass quickly, and next thing I know, my car is stopped in front of her place and she’s about to go.

“Thanks again,” she says, with a shy smile.

“You’re welcome again,” I say.

“You never said it once,” she points out.

I grin. “C’mere.”

I pull her in for a kiss, long, slow and sweet, that leaves me wanting more. Much more.

When she pulls away, she says, “Goodnight.”

She’s opened the car door when I say, “Wait.”

She waits.

Our lips find each other, and the car door swings back closed, and the rest is what happens when you’re alone in a car with tinted windows and someone who drives you mad. Someone like Sierra Hall.

She tastes so good and feels so good, I can’t think of anything else.

The way her tongue teases and takes turns leading mine. How her body is pressing against mine.

When she clambers onto my seat and straddles me, I get rock-hard. She grinds herself on me.

“You tease,” I growl, cupping the back of her head so I can give her neck a bite-tinged kiss.

Her breath is hot and heavy into my shoulder as my hands glide down the shape of her, the perfect hourglass swell of her. Those hips, that pussy, grinding into me.

I could take her now.

I adjust my car seat back so we have more room. Her gaze catches mine. “What’s that for?”

I manage a half-smile. “What do you think?”

In the space in front of the seat, she gets down on her knees, her hands stroking my cock over my pants. “I think someone’s happy to see me.”

I grin. “Maybe you should see for yourself.”

Her hands massage my cock some more, and a low growl rolls out of my throat.

“You think so?” she says casually.

“Sierra,” is all I can growl.

She just smiles and leans up to give me a kiss as her hands undo my belt and lower my jeans.

More stroking. This time the only thing separating my bare cock from her skillful hands is my briefs. Then, all at once, her hands slip under and grasp my erection.

Fuck yeah.

“Whoa,” she murmurs.

Next second, her ‘whoa’ is tasting my cock.

“Fuck,” I growl. “You…”

She just slides her mouth up and down me, her hand stroking my base in time.

Already I’m rock-hard, ridiculously close to the edge. I never get this close this fast.

But what this woman does to me…

The way her perfect little mouth is pleasuring me… up and down… up and down… up… and all the way down, until the head of my cock mashes into the back of her throat.

She starts out sucking me slow, but soon speeds up, using her lips around her teeth to create a perfect tight seal.

When she cups my balls, throwing her head up and down my cock with her mouth and tongue and hands all stroking me in tandem, I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I come, blasting into her mouth.

Smiling, eyes still on me, she swallows.

Next thing I know, she’s hoisted herself back on me, riding me like a pro and moaning immediately. Within seconds, I’m hard again.

This fucking minx.

Our bodies slap together as we fuck some more.

She’s close, too—the way her groaning has becoming pitched tells me that.

My hands go under her top and enjoy her breasts. My head dips so I envelop one nipple in my mouth.

“Nolan,” she moans.

“Sierra,” I growl.

“Fuck me harder,” she pleads. “Please.”

I’m all too happy to oblige, gripping her by the hips and lifting her on and off my cock in a frenzy.

Seconds later, she’s coming, squirming all over me as she breaks out shaking, slumping on my front.