I turn around briefly to the back seat of the SUV he’d rented before I climb between the seats. Wild follows suit, getting out of the car and climbing into the back seat with me. It isn’t long before our mouths are attached. His hands are in my hair. Mine are playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as our tongues dance wildly with each other.

  “Fucking hate it when I can’t touch you when I want,” he growls between kisses. He pulls me onto his lap to straddle him, and his dick rises beneath me. I grind down on him, and a moan escapes my lips just as a groan leaves his.

  I remember one of the first times we did this, me in his lap, both of us clothed, grinding against each other like we were desperate to be naked but not ready for that step. He raises his hips just as I grind down again, and we find a perfect rhythm. But this isn’t like the first time we did this, when things were new and slightly uncoordinated. Now, Wild manages to hit my clit with every upward thrust.

  I press my lips to his neck and let my tongue drag upward toward his ear, knowing that’s one of his favorite spots. “Shit, Saint, you know I love that.”

  “I love you,” I whisper in his ear, and he pulls back, sliding his hands up my body to my face and staring deep into my eyes. He cups my cheeks, dragging his thumb along the apples of them.

  “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I shake my head even though I knew then and I know now, but I loved hearing him profess his love for me so explicitly. “I will never love another woman… Another person, the way that I love you.” He hesitates before continuing, “Can I show you something?”

  I look at him curiously before nodding. He lets his hands drop before lifting me onto my knees, so I’m not resting directly on top of him, and he can lower his sweatpants. His thigh tattoo sits right below the hem of his boxers, and I wonder if he’s pretending to show it to me for the first time.

  “For Saint only,” I whisper as I drag my finger along the ink.

  He holds my face, forcing me to look at him before swiping his nose gently against mine. “It means my lap is always reserved for you and you only.” Arousal dances beneath my skin and pools between my legs instantly. I lower myself back onto his lap and press my lips to his, continuing our kiss with even more passion than before. “Let me see your pussy,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t take another second without knowing what it looks like.”

  A surge of lust moves through me at the thought of this specific role-play we’ve done. We don’t do it often, but every once in a while, we revert to those nights when all of this was fresh and new and scary and sexy and exciting. I think being back in our hometown, specifically in one of the spots we used to frequent to have sex, is stirring up some familiar feelings. I slide down my joggers, leaving me in silky red underwear. “Do you wanna move it yourself?” I ask, referring to the tiny piece of fabric separating my sex from his gaze. I gently grab his hand and guide it toward the edge of my underwear, and I shudder when the coarseness of his fingertip drags over my inner thigh.

  “Saint,” he whispers, “can I?”

  “Please,” I beg him. “Touch me, I've been dying to know what your hands feel like on me.”

  “Fuck,” he says, and that one word slithers across my skin like a promise of what’s to come, and then his fingers are wrapped around the silk, and he’s moving the fabric to the side, revealing my bare pussy to him.

  I look up at him as he stares down at my pussy with a look that is filled with lust and shock, and excitement. “So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” His fingers stroke my lips gently, and I notice that he doesn’t part my lips yet. He just pets the skin gently, relishing in the softness of my bare pussy.

  He is breathing heavier now, but his breaths are shaky. “I’ve thought about your pussy so many times. Sometimes I lie awake at night and fuck my hand thinking about you in one room over. I know it’s wrong, but I just… can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Can I sit on your lap now?” I ask, and his nostrils flare, knowing what I plan to do.

  “Fuck yeah, you never have to ask. You can whenever you want.”

  It takes me no more than a second to get my underwear off, and then I’m straddling his thigh.

  “Can I do it?” he asks. I nod instantly, and then his hand is against me, spreading my lips gently and opening my sex up to him. The cool air tickles the flesh, and my body clenches as it prepares for what’s to come. I push myself onto his thigh and begin rubbing myself against him, using his thigh in an effort to get me off. I rub my clit against his thigh tattoo, branding him in another way, other than my name inked into the skin.

  “I love that this is mine,” I moan.

  “Every inch of me is yours,” he confesses. “Always has been.”

  I rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing in the same little bit of air as I inhale, and he exhales. The hair on his thigh tickles my skin and adds to the heat coursing through me caused by the friction on my clit.

  “God, I’m getting close.” I breathe out.

  “Oh, thank fuuuuck,” he groans. “Ride me like I’m yours, Saint, and then come all over my thigh. Mark me, baby.” I’m gliding along his thigh easily now, my pussy dripping all over him. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says in a low, gruff voice that only comes out when his orgasm is looming, and he’s trying to hold off on coming. His hands trail down my body to my hips, and he starts moving me faster against him. I grip his shoulders for leverage, and my eyes flutter shut just as my orgasm starts. “Oh, there it is. Fucking give that shit to me now.” My eyes are still closed, so I don’t notice his hand until it’s wrapped around the nape of my neck, and my mouth is slammed against his. My thrusts against him are so erratic at this point, but I don’t care. All I care about is the pleasure between my legs and the man responsible for it.

  I finally stop moving and drop my forehead to his shoulder as I try to slow my breathing and my racing heart. “Jesus,” I whisper. My pussy feels raw and swollen, but the need to have Wild inside me is building by the second, so I don’t waste another moment before I reach inside his briefs to pull out his dick.

  “Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. “Do that again on my dick,” he says, referring to my orgasm. I grip his cock, wrapping my hand around the base, and let him graze my entrance, dragging the tip through my wet slit. “Don’t you dare fucking tease me after you just grinded your sexy little pussy all over me. Put it in,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “I… I’m not sure it’ll fit.” I tell him, pushing us back into our role-play.

  His eyes, which were previously full of hunger, soften dramatically at the thought of channeling himself from eight years ago. “We’ll go slow.” He nods at me as he puts his hand gently over mine. “But play with your clit for me. It’ll make it feel better.” He puts his fingers on top of mine, and together, we begin to slowly rub my clit in circles. “Keep it wet and hot.” He’s staring at my pussy where it hovers barely an inch over his cock before I move down slowly, letting his leaking tip kiss the folds.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say as I watch us in fascination.

  “I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone but you,” he says as he drags his nose down the side of my face. I gasp, and then I push myself onto him, caring less about staying in the moment of “losing my virginity” and more about feeling his cock inside me. He groans when he bottoms out inside me and then again when I move up and glide slowly down him again. I press my lips to his, and they begin moving in a similar rhythm to our movements below. It’s been a long time since we’ve had sex in a car, but the muscle memory comes back easily.

  He breaks away from my lips, dragging them across my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “You’re doing so good taking me like this.” Fuck me, that’s so hot. He doesn’t wait for my reply before he asks, “You okay?” I nod in response as the pleasure coursing through me momentarily takes away my ability to form a sentence. Our pace picks up as he helps me bounce hard on his lap.

  “Oh God, don’t stop!” I cry out. “So good, so, so good.” I chant.

  “I want to fill you up,” he tells me. “I want you so full I’m dripping down your legs like the night of your junior prom.” I gasp as I’m reminded of that night. It was his senior year and my junior year, so we both attended, but obviously, we couldn’t go together. But it didn’t stop us from disappearing in the middle of the night and fucking in a bathroom stall of the venue where we had our prom. He came inside me and then slid my underwear back up my legs, holding everything in place.

  It was so sexy and filthy that it served as inspiration while I masturbated for months after that.

  I open my mouth to tell him I want that when his phone starts ringing through the car's Bluetooth. I turn around toward the central display where the word “Mom” is illuminated on the screen.

  He turns my chin toward him. “I’ll call her back. I need to get you off.”

  “Fitting that she’d call while we were here. Feels just like old times.” I chuckle, but I can feel my orgasm slipping away just like it always did when I felt like we were on the precipice of getting in trouble.

  I know it’s different now, but something about her calling right when I’m about to come feels eerie and unnerving. Like, somehow, she knows what we’re doing even though we’re no longer teenagers living under her roof. I start to move off him when he grips my hips, keeping me in place.

  “Hey, what is it?” he asks, grabbing my chin and tilting it toward him.

  I manage to pull myself off him despite his efforts and move to the seat next to him. “That just took me back to being sixteen.” I rub my forehead as unease washes over me. “And not in the fun role-play way we were doing.” I grab my underwear from the floor and slide them up my legs, followed by my joggers, before turning to face him. He’s still wearing his shirt, but his cock is still out and glistening with evidence of our arousal, even as it’s slowly softening. I resist the urge to drag my tongue up his shaft to taste the proof of what we just did. “Maybe we should wait,” I blurt out, pushing thoughts of fucking him with my mouth out of my head.

  “Wait?” Wild asks, and I can see the worry and hurt all over him already. His fingers immediately go to his wrist as he begins to rub at my name tattooed there. “Like… not tell her about us?”

  “I just mean… this is a big weekend for her. A lot of your family and friends will be there, and… I don’t want to overshadow her engagement party by making it about us. We don’t even know how she’s going to take it. What if she doesn’t take it well? I don’t want to ruin her day.” His eyes find mine, sad but full of understanding because I know he doesn’t want that either. “And even if she takes it well, I was prepared to tell her, not the rest of your family and everyone Sara has ever met.” I hadn’t thought about what it would look like to see Wild and me being romantic at a party of one hundred plus people, some of whom have never met me but know me as Sara’s stepdaughter. What were we thinking that we’d just make an announcement at the beginning, giving everyone a brief rundown of the past twenty years?

  “So what…? You want us to… fake it? Pretend we aren’t together? Haven’t we done that shit long enough?” he asks with a bite to his tone, and I understand why. I pushed for this, and now it seems like I’m backing down.

  “Then what’s a few more days?” He bites his bottom lip in a way that’s sexy but also tells me that he’s not happy. I feel a flutter between my legs at the thought that he’ll probably want to take that out on me later. “We can still be us at the hotel. I’m not suggesting we get separate rooms.”

  He snorts. “That wasn’t an option, Halle.” He grabs his briefs and slides them up his legs before running a hand through his dark hair. “You backing out of this?” Wild has always been confident and so sure of himself. It’s always a bit jarring to see his insecurities flare up, especially when they’re regarding me. How can he not see how insanely in love with him I am?

  “No! No. Never.” I grab his face to make him look at me. “I just… want to make sure it’s the right time.”

  He lets out a huff of what I assume to be frustration. “Monday, Halle. We are not leaving here without telling her.” It was Saturday morning, and her engagement party was later tonight. She was hosting a brunch tomorrow at her house with some of her and Wild’s close family and friends, and I’m assuming some of Mike’s as well.

  “Okay.” I nod, still feeling nervous over how she could potentially take it.

  “We aren’t kids anymore. Remember, you said we shouldn’t care what anyone thinks.”

  “I know. But… it’s different now being here. And it’s your mom. We should care what she thinks.”

  “It’s not going to stop me from being with you. It’s never stopped me from being with you,” he counters.

  “I think it’s just being back here in North Carolina. I think it’s fucking with my head.”

  “Hey, look at me,” he says, holding my face in his hands. His hands are warm and firm, and just the feeling of them begins to slowly calm my anxieties. “It’s just you and me. That’s all that matters.”

  “Hello, honey!” My mother’s excited voice comes through my speakerphone and rings through our hotel room. I’d meant to call her back sooner, but the conversation I had with Saint in the car left me annoyed and irritable, and I needed some time to calm down. I understand where she’s coming from, especially in terms of not wanting to ruin my mother’s day, but it pissed me off that it was even a problem at all. That the prospect of Saint and me being together for the rest of our lives could ruin anything. That my mom would still have such an issue with it even years later.

  “This isn’t right, and you’ll understand when you get older.” She’d always say. Well, now I’m older, and I’m still obsessed with Saint.

  We love each other, for fuck’s sake. What is the big fucking deal?

  You know what the big deal is, my mind immediately responds.

  “Hey, Mom. We made it here and just got to our hotel,” I tell her, knowing that’s going to be her first question. I sit on the loveseat in the corner of our room, wearing only briefs after the shower I unfortunately did not take with Saint.

  “We? Oh, I hadn’t realized you were bringing someone!”

  My eyebrows pull, wondering if she actually thought I was bringing a date. “I told you Saint was thinking about coming.” As if she heard me, Saint comes out of the bathroom fresh from her shower without a scrap of clothing on her, and I almost drop my phone.

  “Oh, yes, of course! You hadn’t told me that she was officially, so I wasn’t sure.”

  “Yep, she’s coming. We’re excited to see you.” Saint’s eyes meet mine while I am very obviously ogling her. Dragging my gaze down her gorgeous frame, I feast my eyes on her rich caramel skin that was glistening with what I’m guessing is her body oil instead of her usual lotion, based on the slick sheen.

  You know what you’re doing, I tell her with my eyes.

  “I am too. Mike’s son will be here, so it’ll be nice to have all of our kids together for the first time.”

  Saint shoots me a look, and I can already tell what it means. See, this is definitely not the time to tell her.

  “Well, we should be there at seven. We have to finish getting ready,” I say, ignoring the implication that Saint and I are one, still kids and two, siblings.

  “Sounds lovely. See you soon,” she says before she disconnects the call.

  “All of our kids, huh? Maybe we’ll take family photos,” Saint says sarcastically, and I’m off the couch before she can make another comment. I push her to the bed, moving her so she’s face down on the plush comforter with her ass up in the air.

  “I don’t want to talk about that,” I say.

  “Wild…” she whines.

  “I want you to feel my hands on you for the rest of the night. Because thanks to your idea, I have to stand in a room and not touch you the way I want to. Not look at you the way I want to. Pretend you’re not mine, and I’m not yours, and I don’t fucking like it.” I get up on the bed behind her and lower my briefs just enough to free my dick. “You know I’m fucking yours, don’t you?” I lean over and move her hair gently—grateful that she hasn’t styled it yet because she’d definitely be pissed about me messing up her hair—to press my lips to the small tattoo behind her ear. “You know you’re fucking mine?”

  She nods and pushes her ass back against me, like her wet cunt is searching for my dick to slide back on. I drag my dick slowly up her crack and feel her tense slightly. We weren’t strangers to anal sex, but she usually likes multiple drinks and even more orgasms first.

  “Not now. Later,” I whisper, pulling her up onto her knees so her back rests against my chest. I press my lips to her neck while dragging my fingers slowly down her sides and up the front of her torso. I run a single digit lightly up her stomach between the valley of her breasts. “Remember this feeling. Remember how I feel.”

  Her eyes flutter closed before letting out what sounds like a sigh of content, and I love that she’s always been able to completely let her guard down with me. “I will never forget how it feels. It’s ingrained in my memory. My body knows yours by heart.”

  I run my hands along her hips, dragging my thumbs along my favorite space to grip when I’m fucking her from behind.

  I feel her words everywhere—my heart, my head, my dick. “Good,” I grunt in her ear.

  “Touch me,” she begs while I’m carefully stroking the skin just below her ass cheeks.

  “Later.” I lick the side of her neck slowly. “I want you needy. I want this in the back of your mind for the rest of the night.” I slide each of my thumbs across my tongue before running them over her nipples. I rub them slowly before rolling them between my fingers, leaving them erect and wet. “Tonight,” I whisper low in her ear. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve been back in North Carolina, but it’s different. We are different. And I’m not going to let anyone tell us we can’t be together. Do you understand?” She swallows, but she doesn’t respond, so I pinch her nipples a little harder. “Say it.”