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His hands grasped my upper thighs as one thumb circled my clit and the other did the same at my entrance. My arousal was dripping down between my ass cheeks, probably making a mess on the leather seat, but I didn’t give a shit.

I rolled my hips, wordlessly asking for more. The thumb working my most sensitive spot circled a little harder, while his other thumb pressed at my entrance in a kind of pulsing rhythm. It was a new sensation for me—like the pressure just before a cock or finger pushed inside. Torturous but addictive, and I fucking loved it.

I started making incoherent sounds, moans, and gasps. My hips rutted against his touch, seeking more, more, more. I grabbed his arm with one hand and braced myself with the other. His bicep was like stone, even as the muscles in his arms shifted under my touch with what he was doing to me.

The thumb at my clit had found the exact rhythm and pressure I liked best, and Jet didn’t change a single, minuscule thing about it. But the other thumb, the one at my entrance, dipped inside. It was the tiniest intrusion, but after so much teasing, it made me throw my head back and moan.

He took the hint, pushing his finger in as far as it would go. He found a good, firm rhythm there too, his hands working in harmony and ...

I shattered. Pleasure coursed through my body, spreading from my pulsating cunt in electric waves. I felt it at the tips of my toes, the ends of my fingers, the top of my head. The moan I released was long, almost keening, all the ecstasy pouring out of me in that one carnal sound.

Jet slowed his movements, helping me come down from the orgasm gently. When I tried to sit up and my legs and arms wobbled like jelly, he enfolded me in his arms and drew me up against his chest.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled against him, feeling sated and safe.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

My head was stillin the clouds when Jet pulled into my driveway. I hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off my face, and with the helmet hiding it, I didn’t bother to try.

He kissed me long and hard after I got off the bike. It didn’t even occur to me to worry about helmet hair. That was how wrapped up I was in him.

“Let me know when you have the house to yourself,” he whispered against my mouth, then gave my bottom lip a teasing nip.

“It’s a big house.” I chuckled. “I’m sure we can find privacy if we really want it. You could come in now ...”

I took half a step back, tugging on his collar. He may have made me come only an hour earlier, but I was ready for more already. And he hadn’t allowed me to return the favor.

He groaned. “I can’t. I have to go do some shit.”

“What shit?” I pouted.

“Boring adult shit.”

“You’re an adult?” I bugged my eyes out.

“I’m over eighteen, aren’t I?” He raised an eyebrow.

I gasped. “Oh my god!I’man adult.”

With one last kiss, I peeled myself away from him and watched his ass as he rode down the driveway and out of view.

I was still thinking about that ass as I let myself into the house. But then my bubble popped.

My mother was sitting on the stairs, hands clasped between her knees, as if she was waiting for me. She looked up at the sound of the door. I couldn’t remember ever seeing such a calm, serious look on her face—a face free of makeup. She actually looked like an adult.

I had a thousand questions and snarky remarks on my tongue, but I honestly could not be bothered. I just wanted to go to my room and think about Jet until the light, warm feeling in my chest returned—even just a little.

I started up the stairs, pointedly ignoring her. The staircase could have easily fit four people standing shoulder to shoulder, so it was easy to keep my hand on the banister as I passed, my gaze forward.

“Your father used to ride a motorcycle,” she said when I was a few stairs above her.

The mention of my dad made me halt, every fiber of my being unable to walk away from anything to do with the parent I missed most.

“Did you know that?” she went on. “He had it when we met in college. Used to take me on dates on the back of it. I felt like such a rebel, riding around with him, knowing very well my parents would disapprove.”

I gripped the banister harder, my knuckles turning white as the metal warmed under my palm.

I looked over my shoulder and glared at her. “What are you doing?”