Chapter 18

Sam

My middle finger saluted the camera at the back door as I shepherded Lainey into the parking lot. I knew Will would review the footage in the morning, that dick.

It had been a Herculean effort to pull myself away, but hearing my brother’s voice over a loudspeaker when I’d been about to dry-hump Lainey through a wall was as sobering as a bucket of cold water.

We’d both had shitty days, and she was reeling from all the stuff with her stupid ex. Not to mention she had an early surgery tomorrow. After all that, right on the tail of her confession that relationships made her overwhelmed, I’d manhandled her in a public place.

What had I been thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t. I’d apparently outsourced that activity into my pants.

The lot was empty, same as it had been when we’d pulled up. Her arm brushed against mine when she opened her passenger door to drop her bag inside. Overhead, lights from a plane blinked in the sky. A breeze fluttered the shrubs my mom had planted last spring.

“Are there cameras out here?” She turned, those beautiful brown eyes gleaming.

“Just on the door. Not in the parking lot.” I cleared my throat, rocking back on my heels to make my escape. She was too beautiful. Too distracting. Already, I was imagining the pep talk I’d have to give myself on the ride home.

Eyes on the road, brake with the left, accelerate with the right. Do. Not. Think about how you just had her ass in your hands. Don’t.

But then she was grabbing for me again, clawing like she couldn’t get to me fast enough. I groaned when her lips met mine. Fuck the pep talk. The edge of the car door jabbed into my hip when she pulled at my neck, and I didn’t feel a damn thing. Nothing but her. I crushed her to me, lifting her up on her toes. Her mouth was hot and my brain felt like it was getting re-wired. I didn’t need air anymore. Just Lainey.

“My place is closer,” she panted, teeth nipping across my jaw. I hadn’t had a hickey since I was sixteen, but all at once, I felt like I’d die without her sucking on my skin. I wanted her to take me into her mouth, her body, any way she could. The feel of sweet, sucking kisses damn near made my eyes cross. I grabbed her hips, grinding. She spread her legs and all that heat was right there . I thrust again, loving the feeling.

And suddenly she was gone. My hands on her hips had done nothing to stop her from tripping through the open door and plopping into the passenger seat with a thud.

There was a split-second pause when our breaths sucked in and hung in the air between us. She blinked up at me, panting and wide-eyed from the bucket seat.

“Shit. Are you okay?” I practically dove in, only registering her bubble of hysterical laughter once I was on my knees.

“Ohh-h-h! My God!” She pealed, clutching at her chest. I pried her hands off, sweeping palms across her back to make sure she was all in one piece.

“You good?” I repeated. She snorted. Snorted . And then, I was laughing, too, shaking with it. I’d dumped her ass into her car. My chest hurt I was laughing so hard, and a cramp clenched in my belly. Tears rolled down her face. I pressed my grin into her thigh.

“I’m s-so sorry,” I wheezed. “Oh, shit. One minute you were there and the next-t…” I stuttered, losing myself to an all-consuming guffaw that set off a chain reaction of her snort-laughs.

“I-I’m o-kay!” She petted at my face, still trying to hold herself together. I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time, and usually never with anyone aside from my brothers and Tiago. Maybe Blake.

“Really, I’m fine, I’m fine,” she repeated, calming down. Our eyes met in the dim glow of the car’s interior light. Gravel dug into my knees. And then, we both seemed to realize how close my face was to her pussy.

I couldn’t help how my fingers grazed softly over the skin of her thighs, just below where her shorts ended. The spandex did absolutely nothing to deter me. I would rip it to shreds in seconds. Above me, Lainey’s eyes darkened as if she knew it, too.

“My place is closer,” she whispered. As she leaned forward to capture my lips, I realized she’d already said that, right before her topple. I was tempted, so damn tempted. I could still feel how she moved against me when I’d pressed her up against that wall. It was like a phantom limb. I’d never forget it.

“I…Sweetheart…” She peppered kisses across my cheeks. Goddammit. “Wait.” I held her wrists. “You have surgery tomorrow. We can’t do this now.”

“Why don’t you let me worry about the surgery tomorrow?” Her hands were in my hair, mouth on mine. My walls were nearly ready to crumble when she started reeling me into the car after her. “Or maybe I don’t even want to wait till we get to my place.”

But no. No. Not like this. I broke away, despite her hands in the collar of my shirt. “When I fuck you for the first time, I’m going to have a bed, and hours to spend on you.”

“Sam—”

I shook my head, willing myself not to get caught up in the way she sighed my name like she’d die without me. “Our first time will not be in your car, Lainey. Not after everything else that’s happened today.”

“I—” She stopped herself, biting her lip even as her hand skimmed down my torso. She gripped the hem of my shirt, stretching the cotton.

“What, Sweetheart? Tell me.” I didn’t want this to be over, even though I knew it was. At least for tonight.

“I feel like…I need…” A little sound left her mouth. Frustration and something else. Her hand caught my wrist, sliding my fingers to the apex of her thighs. She gasped as soon as I made contact, head lifting like she was thanking the Gods.

She wasn’t alone. “Fuck, Lainey.”

She was soaked. So hot and wet, I could feel it through the flimsy fabric of her shorts. My thumb circled her and her hips swiveled on their own, like she couldn’t stop herself. I rested my forehead on her leg once more, trying to get my head straight without letting up on the pressure and rhythm that had set her moaning.

“You need it, Honey?” I whispered, dragging my cheek against the delicate skin of her thigh. The muscle jerked and I couldn’t help myself. My teeth sank into her, right where the stretchy fabric met miles and miles of tanned skin. She gasped and strained against me. No. Towards me . Like she wanted more. I licked around the indentations I’d made, wanting to preserve them forever. A flag planted in new territory. This one is mine .

“Sam, please, Sam,” she chanted, gripping the short strands of my hair. She was getting even wetter, if that was possible, and my plans for a silent, strained drive back to my apartment, alone, were disappearing out the window.

No, I wouldn’t fuck her here. The first time I was inside her, I wanted a mattress, not a stitch of clothing between us, and plenty of time to enjoy it. But there were a lot of shades of gray in between fucking her for hours and biting her leg in a parking lot.

Jesus, I was a dog. An absolute piece of trash. But, fuck me, she loved it, fingernails sinking into my wrist like she was planting a flag of her own, locking my fingers right between her legs.

“Come on.” I urged her up and back between the front seats. She whined when my fingers left her, but I refused to do this hanging halfway out of the car. “Stretch out for me, Sweetheart.” She finally got the message, scrambling to the back. I slammed the door, adjusting myself before opening the back door and climbing in after her. The air compressed when the door thudded shut.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before.” She grinned, grabbing for me. She wouldn’t today, either. At least not in the traditional sense, but my mouth was too occupied to tell her that. It was tight, but we managed to wedge ourselves in, propping her up in the corner with one of my legs hanging off the seat to brace on the floorboard. She gasped when I pressed against her, chest to chest.

Her hips arched into me, hardening my cock even more, which shouldn’t have been possible. But I was crammed into the back seat of a car like a horny teenager, so my body might as well act like it. Enclosed with her here, without the threat of security cameras or interruptions, all the teasing and savoring I’d indulged in earlier evaporated. It smelled like her here: Lainey and sweat and sex. My mouth watered.

“Sam, God…” She sighed, hands dragging through my hair as I shifted my body against hers. Down, down, down. Her shorts peeled off quickly. No underwear. She was bare and smooth. Glistening.

“Look at you. Goddamn.” I eased a finger between her folds. Her hips bucked. I wanted to make her make that noise again. That groaning plea that completely undid me. I circled her, fingers growing wet.

“Sam!” she screamed when I lapped at her, moaning at the taste. Sweet, wet, salt. Her legs threatened to close around my head as her hips churned. Her shrieks and moans filled the car, the only sounds I wanted to hear until the day I died. I speared my tongue into her over and over.

The way she moved made me want to shove my reservations out into the parking lot and bury myself in her. She was already begging for it, her sweet cries asking me again and again to get inside her, now, please God, Sam. I shifted, sucking on her little bud, shoving a finger inside. She was slick, ready. I added another, pumping in and out, holding on as she bucked.

She gasped, tightening. A rush of sweetness flooded my tongue. Fuck, it had only taken a few minutes. I hooked my fingers, desperate to feel her fall apart. She screamed as I kept up the pressure, sliding in and out. Again and again, as long as she needed me there.

She grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling me up. I resisted. Just a few more seconds of feeling her shake and sigh. Her taste was addicting. My fist cupped my dick, stroking.

My lips pressed against her again once, twice, before I crawled up her body, tugging her shirt up as I went. I wanted every inch of her I could get. Teeth scraped across her belly, tongue circling her navel. She tasted sweet here, too. The fragrance of Lainey and vanilla permeated the air around us. I gave into my baser instincts, biting and leaving marks while she clawed at me.

My hands dipped under her top as I moved further up, stretching it over her breasts. They were perfect. Her nipples dusky and tight, begging for my mouth. She pulled at my shorts, hand wrapping around my cock before I could stop her.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

“Oh, my God . You’re so big. Jesus.” She stroked, pushing the band of my pants down my thighs. Precum slickened her palm. The feeling of her hand almost undid me. I ducked my head to stare at where she held me. Pretty pink nails and long, lithe fingers working me up and down. I ran my hands across her skin, teasing her nipples and feeling the indentations of my teeth.

“Shit, Lainey, wait…”

“Come for me. Sam, please.”

She reached her other hand down, cupping me against her wet pussy. She was still slick, my cock gliding up and down along her folds. So hot. For me. Her lips twitched, rolling when I rubbed her. Her mouth met mine. We panted together, moving in unison as the pleasure ratcheted higher and higher. She squeezed me, straining just as much as I was. The sight of my cock rubbing against her, so close to heaven, the sound of her, begging for it like my orgasm was her own, the feel of her. Everything crashed.

My groan filled the car as I came. She gripped me tighter, working her hands over the head of my cock again and again. I could practically feel it down to my toes. I shot all over her, the sight of my cum splashing across her stomach setting me off even more.

Her hands stilled as I came down from the high. My neck sagged, eyes dragging down her body, snagging on the sight of my seed sliding across the bite mark on her ribs. I shuddered. If she hadn’t just wrung me dry, I’d have come all over again.

Our eyes met, leaving us both disoriented, breathing heavily. My hamstring started cramping from the uncomfortable position of my leg against the seats. Tomorrow, my back would most likely hurt too. One look at her, swollen lips and covered in me, made it all worth it.

“Next time. Bed. Hours,” I grunted, still catching my breath and, honestly, questioning my ability to form full sentences. I’d been leveled. Flattened. I kissed her again because that, at least, I could do. She tasted like sex and she smiled when her tongue flicked my bottom lip.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes, lazy kisses soaking up whatever remained of our frenzy. Her eyes widened when I pulled my shirt off to wipe the mess from her stomach.

“Frack. We should have led with this.” Her fingers spanned the tops of my shoulders, skimming down my obliques and back up. “Though, maybe not. I’d only have come faster. Which doesn’t seem possible.”

“We were both breaking records tonight. I can’t believe how fast I just…” I shook my head, unable to articulate it. Not yet. Not while I was still wiping myself off of her skin.

“Secret’s safe with me.” We fell silent as I finished cleaning her up, saving that little bite mark for last. I circled it twice. “Do you think we’ll be able to be cool about it tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” I ran my thumb over the mark on her thigh. Maybe I’d sucked on her, too, and not realized it.

“In my interview. Do you think we’ll both be thinking about how fast you can make me come?”

My eyes lifted, locked on hers again.

God.

Dammit.

“Well, I will be now.”

I kissed her again, just so I didn’t have to see that sweet, satisfied smile she had on her face. The one that said she knew exactly where she had me—up against the ropes with no hope of recovery.

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“Doctor Carmichael. Thanks for making the time.”

“Oh, I was happy to come.”

Lainey breezed into the conference room the next afternoon, tossing out innuendo in front of three other attendings and an executive director. No one batted an eye. Maybe it wasn’t innuendo, when only two of you knew what was going on.

Our eyes snagged for an instant, but it felt like eternity. I could tell we were both thinking about it. How fast I’d gotten her off. How beautifully she’d come for me. Her back straightened, and she clasped her hands on the table in front of her, poised. I wanted to get her on her knees and fuck her from behind.

“Tell us about your time at Cedar, Dr. Carmichael. We’d love to hear your take on the progress you’ve made during your fellowship here.”

I sounded normal, I think. She brightened as she talked. I could feel her love for her work all the way over here. On my left, Smithson—old codger that he was—smiled. So, I spent the next forty-five minutes staring at the woman I adored, imagining her coming on my cock in about twenty different positions, while she interviewed for a job that might make it impossible for us to work together. Only time and HR would tell.