In My Head (16 page)

“I would have done that for you,” he growls when I meet him at the front of his car.

“Did you really just growl at me?” I laugh, despite everything I laugh. “Is it okay to sit on the hood?” I hook my thumb over my shoulder, pointing to his car.

“Yeah, you weigh practically nothing.” He surprises me by coming to my front and wrapping his arms around me and slides his hands down over my ass and to the middle of my thighs.

My lips part on a gasp with his close proximity and the intimate touching I definitely said was a no-no. My breathing picks up as he stares at me. He picks me up effortlessly, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He sets me down on the top of his hood as far back as he can get me.

The sly thing takes his hands from under my thighs and brings them to the top of them. Rubbing lightly back and forth. The fact that I fucking wore a skirt today kills me. I should have put the damn yoga pants on.

“Your skin is so soft.” He leans his face closer to mine, parting his lips. Desire is rolling off of him in waves, like he’s trying to put me under his spell. But I’m already captured. Jesus, it doesn’t take much for this man to obliterate everything I want. “I know you feel this.”

It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to feel the heat between us. “I do feel the heat, but we can’t do anything.”

“No sex, or no nothing?” He brings one rough hand up and cups my breast outside of my shirt, while the other hand slowly inches up my thigh, pulling my skirt up with it.

“We really shouldn’t do anything.” His thumb starts rubbing right over top of my nipple, causing me to moan.

“Shouldn’t doesn’t mean we can’t. You can’t tell me you don’t want this.” He’s right. I can’t tell him that I don’t want this. It crosses my mind at least once a day.

His other hand reaches the outside of my panties by my hip. He lightly traces his hand around to the front. He places his hand that was cupping my breast in the center of my chest and slowly pushes me back to lay on the car. When I’m fully laying back, he takes both hands and grabs the bottom of his shirt and balls it up and places it under my head.

If it’s possible to swoon any more than I already have, I just did.

He uses both hands to push my skirt all the way up and under my butt. My legs automatically fall open for him. “God, I can smell you already, Lyla. You’re so turned on for me already.”

He drags his fingers up over panty covered lips. The shocks that simple move sends through me about has me jumping off of the hood. “Hold still, Lyla.”

“I can’t, if you’re going to touch me like that then I fucking can’t hold still. I’m still holding to the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this. Here especially.” He swipes his fingers over me again with more pressure.

Moaning becomes the only thing I can do now. He has literally stolen every word from me. “We can just say we didn’t do this, if it makes you feel better.”

Bronson moves my panties to the side, and he slides his fingers in between my lips. Pausing to apply more pressure on my clit before dropping back down to tease my entrance. He pushes a single finger into me. Using his thumb to rub little circles around my clit.

“C’mon, Lyla,” he says in his deep, lust filled voice. “Give it up for me. I want to feel you come.” He pushes a second finger into me, and he picks up his pace. Finger fucking me like it’s his God damned job. He pushes down on my clit, foregoing the circles. It doesn’t take much before I’m screaming out my release. He leans down over me and kisses me passionately.

Sweeping his tongue into my mouth, he swallows all my noises. Bronson continues to kiss me until he’s positive I’m not going to make any more loud noises. We don’t need to attract anyone over here.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come. The absolute abandon on your face is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.”

I’m laying back on the hood of a car, my bottom half exposed for the world to see. And I don’t even care. I’m so sated that I couldn’t move my legs even if I tried at this point. I feel him remove his fingers from me, and I instantly feel the loss. Through half closed eyes I watch in utter fascination as he slowly brings his hand up to his mouth and he puts both fingers into his mouth and cleans them off.

He moans from the taste of me, which causes a fresh wave of readiness to flow through me. Bracing myself on my arms, I sit up and scoot off the edge of the car. I look down to see that Bronson is completely turned on. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees in front of him and undo his belt buckle. Slowly sliding the zipper down, I look up through my eye lashes at his face.

Bronson brings his hands up to cup my face. I pull his pants and boxers down low enough so they’re not in my way. He cock springs free, and my eyes widen. He’s huge, like fucking hung like a horse. I take him into my mouth. I lick the underside of him. I focus on just the head. I try to take in as much as I can fit.

He doesn’t let me do this for long though before he’s pulling me off him and leaning me over the front of his car. I hear his pants drop to the ground and he steps out of them. He flips my skirt up, and pulls my panties down my legs and lets them pool at my ankles. Grabbing a cheek in each hand he squeezes my ass, and pulls them apart. He lets go of one so he can line himself up with my opening.

In one push, he slides himself in. He doesn’t thrust very hard at first, he slowly pulls in and out letting me adjust to his size. Letting go of my cheeks, he reaches up to lace his fingers through mine. He leans down, and kisses the side of my neck. He stretches our arms out to the side.

He pulls out of me again, and instead of slowly thrusting back in he thrusts in hard. Slamming both of our hips into the front of the car. He starts a tortuous pace of pulling out slowly and thrusting in hard. Each time he thrusts, his cock hits that spot deep inside that drives me crazy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes.” He starts saying something with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good clamping around my cock. Squeeze me, milk my cock, Lyla.”

“Your mouth felt just about as good as being in your pussy feels.”

“If your pussy is this tight, how would it feel if I fucked your ass?”

On and on he went. His comments getting more and more dirty each time. But it turned me. With one final thrust, he comes with a loud growl, and with the force of the thrust and just knowing he was coming I came. It was like an explosion of sensation. I saw black spots with the force of the orgasm.

Holy. Orgasm. Batman.

I’ve never came that hard in my life.

I hear him chuckle in my ear. “Next time we see each other, we’ll actually spend the time getting to know each other. I truly didn’t mean for this to happen today. But I’m not sorry that it did.”

Yeah, I’m not at all sorry either . . .

I FEEL LIKE I’VE
taken a million showers since I ran into Bronson. I’ve washed my skin raw, trying to remove every trace of him. I was so worried that Ben would smell my infidelity on me. But he didn’t. He came home and stuck to his usual routine. Showering and eating and then going to bed.

He did snuggle with me when I finally came up to bed. I was hoping he would already be asleep before I came up. Unfortunately, he was still awake. And when he snuggled close to me it was like nothing was wrong in our perfect little life.

Everything was falling apart and I was the only one aware.

IT’S WEIRD HOW I
keep randomly running into Bronson. I don’t have his phone number or any other information for him, yet somehow wherever I am he’s there. Like today, I was running to get coffee, and as I was walking out he was walking in.

It’s in these few moments that I feel like fate as stepped in, to intervene in my life. Putting someone there, in my path making me question everything.

“Bronson. I would say it’s a surprise, but I’m not so sure it is anymore.” I bring my warm cup up to my lips. Tipping the cup up, I take a sip, all while keeping my eyes on his blue ones.

He studies me for a moment, before reaching out and grabbing my hand. I let out a surprised yelp, gripping my cup tighter so I don’t lose it as he yanks me close to him. My chest hits his chest, and I’m left to stare up into his eyes.

I’m helpless against his hypnotic blue eyes. He’s taking me in, searching my face, for what I have no idea. But, he still hasn’t uttered a single syllable. Finally, his lips tilt up in a half smile.

Without any thought, I smile back. Bronson dips his head and presses his lips against mine. I fall into the kiss so easy, then I jump back and out of his embrace.

“We can’t do that right here, you know that. I can’t have anyone seeing us like that.”

He looks to either side of him, looking down the road. Clearly looking to see if anyone saw. He looks back at me and says, “Meet me at Aumiller. I’m sure you know where it is?”

“Yes, I know where it is.” My tone comes out harsher than I intended, but he’s put me in a weird situation now.

“All right, go. I’ll meet you there in a minute. Park down by the T-ball fields. There is more privacy down there, and it isn’t baseball season. No one should be down there. Especially no one that knows you.”

Nodding, I turn away from him. Walking to the car, I mentally count all the reasons why I shouldn’t meet him, or go anywhere near him, and I especially shouldn’t kiss him. Nope, definitely not. Bad news bears right there.

I hear his car start up and peel out of wherever he’s parked. I shake my head, he’s such a little kid with that thing. I start my own car up, and back
sensibly
out of my parking spot and then head in the direction of the park.

Following the big loop around I slow once I reach the fields, and pull in beside his fancy muscle car. He’s already out of his car, and sitting on one of the bleachers. So I get out, and head towards him. Not really sure what to expect, so I sit in the row just below him, and turn around so my feet can dangle beneath me.

“So, what’s up?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can. Trying to add enough indifference to whatever I say as possible. I’m trying to keep myself out of any other sticky situations.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of just wanted you to myself. For a while. How long do you have today?”

I pull my phone out of my bra and check the time, and do some mental math. “Probably a couple hours.”

Nodding, he stands up from the stands and jumps down. Grabbing my hand he pulls me behind him and walks towards our cars. “C’mon, get in.”

“Get in? Where are we going?” I ask in confusion. We just got here, I’m not sure where he wants to go. Bucyrus is kind of a small town, there is nothing here besides a Walmart. I refuse to go walk around Walmart.

“We aren’t going anywhere, get in the car.” He walks to the passenger side of his car, and pulls the door open for me. Pulling my hand out of his grip, I narrow my eyes at him while I walk around him and step into his car. He shuts the door behind me then rushes to his side of the car and hops in.

Once his door is shut, he doesn’t waste any time in leaning over the center towards me. I back away and make a strained noise in my throat. Panicking that our chance encounter has led to this already. “Can’t we just talk, or something. Why do we need to do this?” I feel my eyes grow wide, and I start breathing heavy. From the anticipation from the almost kiss or from panic I don’t know.

“Sure, we can talk. But I will have you before you leave me today. I just figured I could fuck you first, then we could cuddle in the backseat for a little bit.” He glances towards the back then back at me and waggles his eyebrows. “It is a pretty big backseat.”

I chew on my bottom lip. I want him, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I worry my lip between my teeth so hard I think I’m going to draw blood. He reaches his hand out and uses his thumb to pull it out from between my teeth.

“If anyone is going to bite your lip, it’s going to me. Don’t take that away from me.” I only stare at him. He continues to rub his thumb across my lower lip. His eyes looking like he’s ready to devour me at any minute.

I reach across the seat and find his free hand and grab it. I shift in my seat, open my legs a little and place his hand in between my thighs, where I need him the most. And he instantly reacts. The hand he had near my face wrapped around the back of my head, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me.