Chapter 18

JOEY

Since Lynn insisted on driving—apparently she didn't feel safe with a one-handed driver—we get in her ancient Mazda and head back to Ardent Park.

"You know I'm driving myself home after I work out, right?" I ask from the passenger side where I've moved the seat all the way back to accommodate my legs.

She looks over her shoulder before backing out and hits me with a sugary smile. "Yeah, but once you're out of my sight, I'm not responsible for you anymore."

"Who's being overprotective now?"

She at least has the grace to look a little guilty. "Touché."

When we get back to the ballpark, Lynn parks in the employee lot and moves to open her door, but I stop her at the last minute. I'm operating purely on instinct here, so when she glances over with a curious expression, I blurt out. "Can I kiss you?"

Something has her smiling, and I'm unsure if it's the fact that I asked or if it's simply the notion of kissing me—either way, I'm good.

When she nods, I don't waste another second before leaning over the console and cupping her jaw with my one good hand. It feels so natural and right when our lips meet that I'm soon hauling her into me with the damn console getting in the way. I'm taken right back to last summer as her taste explodes on my tongue. This time, it's less Cheerwine and more Lynn—a flavor all her own and one I could easily become addicted to.

Her fingers twist in my hair, and the kiss ratchets up in record speed. Our tongues dance, and she moans into my mouth, making me stroke my hand down her back to her ass in her scrubs. Thank God for thin cotton pants. She surprises me by throwing a knee over the console and crawling across to straddle my lap. Now, this is what I'm talking about.

"Fuck," I groan as I release her lips and trail my mouth on a path down her throat. Her head drops back to give me more access as I shamelessly thrust my hips up and grind into her. She returns the favor by nestling her crotch against my cock and sending it on an upward trajectory it might never come back from. Her skin is salty and sweet on my tongue, and when I nip her earlobe, she jumps in my lap and comes back down to press her tits into my chest and her pussy into my cock. Full-length contact from shoulders to privates, just how I like it.

"Joey," she murmurs, and it sounds like a plea. My fingers reflexively tighten on her ass and urge her to grind on me. I could come just from this, and I want nothing more than for her to do the same. Right fucking now. To that end, I capture her lips again and slide my hand under both her scrubs and underwear to feel the smooth, silky skin of her ass. Damn, I wish I could use both hands. As it is, I'm holding my left hand awkwardly to the side and trying to ignore it.

"God, you feel good." I break the kiss to get the words out and pull in another breath before going back in. The last thing I want is to pass out from oxygen deprivation.

"Joey," she repeats my name, and I squeeze her ass one more time before sliding my fingers to the skin of her hip.

"Back up a little. Let me make you come," I pant.

When she lifts her head, she looks utterly drunk and entirely beautiful. Her hair is wild, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red, and her eyes unfocused. I could stare at her all day.

When she doesn't speak, I let my fingers slide around her hip and delve inside the front of her pants. When my fingers touch smooth skin and brush against a tiny patch of hair, she closes her eyes. Her lips part, and I beg my dick to hold on and not embarrass me. But just as I inch down to the promised land, a car horn blares loud and long, and we both jump in the seat, Lynn smacking her head on the roof.

My hand jerks out of her pants like I'm a teenager who's just been caught jerking off by his mom. Lynn's hand goes to her head as her gaze shoots this way and that, as if she's trying to orient herself. Once the reality of our situation hits her, she yelps and scrambles off my lap, kneeing me in the dick on her way back to the driver's seat.

I gasp before letting out a pained "Oof!" and my body locks in agony.

Lynn's gasp is right on mine's heels as she claps a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she yelps from the driver's seat, where she's half upside down from clambering off me so fast.

"It's okay," I manage in a strained groan.

And, honestly, if I had to choose to do it all over again knowing how it would end, I absolutely would every time.