Baumgartner Generations: Janie

CHAPTER FIVE

I woke up and thought I was dreaming. I was sure I’d been in Josh’s bed, feeling him pressing against me from behind, lean and hard and wanting me. But when I turned in his arms, it was TJ in my little double bed, snuggled up under the covers next to me.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, not sure I wasn’t still dreaming. It had to be early-the sun was just coming up outside-although I couldn’t see around TJ to the alarm clock on my night stand.

“Ronnie couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, sliding a thigh between mine and dipping his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. “Kicked me out of bed.”

“Oh,” I breathed as he lashed at my hardening nipple with his tongue.

“She does that a lot when she’s pregnant.” He sighed, nuzzling me.

“But what about Beth?”

“I locked your door when I came in last night.” His breath was warm as he made his way across to my other breast.

“Last night?” I murmured, putting my arms around him and wondering how long he’d been in bed with me as he paid attention to my other nipple.

“I wanted to wake you up and fuck you right then.” He grinned up at me. “But you were sleeping so sweet…”

Sleeping the sleep of sake, I thought, glancing at the clock. It was six in the morning and everyone was still asleep. Everyone but us. TJ had never come to my bed before, and it felt strange to do this here, in my room.

“TJ,” I whispered as his tongue dipped into my navel, his fingers taking over where his mouth had left off, rolling my nipples as he kissed his way south. “Is this a good idea?”

“Hmm, dunno.” His mouth had found its way between my legs, thwarted only by the red silk panties I’d been wearing since last night-and they were still wet from my frustrating night with Josh. “Does it feel like a good idea?”

“Oh god.” I moaned as he nosed the crotch of my panties aside, delving into my wetness with his tongue. I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of Josh’s cock rubbing against me in the heated dark.

This isn’t wrong, I thought as I arched and spread for TJ’s mouth. I’m supposed to be doing this, I told myself as TJ rolled and moved me, pulling off my panties and situating us so I was sitting on his face, leaning over the solid heat of his cock.

So Josh didn’t know about TJ and Ronnie. So they didn’t know how I was falling for him. So what could I do? I did my best to swallow my delusions as I took TJ into my mouth, bathing him with my tongue in the early light of morning and trying to forget all the things that weren’t being said.

“God, you’re so wet!” TJ exclaimed, using both fingers and tongue to explore my puffy mound. I was already so turned on from holding back with Josh the night before, and my dreams hadn’t helped.

“Lick it,” I urged, making circles with my hips, pestering his mouth with my pussy.

I had to swallow Josh’s name as I took TJ’s cock between my lips, sucking him deep, making myself gag on his length. He was swollen, too, the head of his dick a dark shade of red that was almost purple. He must have been hard for a while before I woke, I realized. He’d probably been looking at me sleeping, jerking himself, trying to wait.

I moaned when he slid his fingers in, his mouth cemented over my clit, alternately sucking and licking. I started fucking him back, rocking on top of him, driving his fingers in deep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Josh, about how hard he’d been when I sat and rocked in his lap on the Central Park bench. I could tell, even through his trousers, that his cock was a nice, good size. I found myself wishing I’d gone down on my knees on the cement to suck him right there. I wished I’d made him fill my mouth with his cum.

“I want your cock,” I said, turning and straddling TJ’s hips, telling myself it was mostly true. I wanted a cock anyway, even if it was Josh who I was thinking about. And TJ’s cock was hard and ready and so very here. I grabbed him in my hand, his hands on my hips to steady me as I slid him up and down against my wet slit.

“Put it in,” he begged, biting his lip as I continued to tease my clit with the head of his dick, my eyes closed, and yes, yes, I was thinking of Josh, remembering the rigid heat of his cock against my crotch. “Fuck, Janie, please!”

I opened my eyes to see TJ’s gaze on me, his face a twisted mask, caught between pleasure and pain. I relented, slipping the head of his cock between my pussy lips and easing myself down. He rolled his pelvis to meet me, his hands moving down to capture my ass as I began to fuck him, slow and steady, my pussy drenched, taking him in with very little resistance.

“Come here.” He hastened me down to lean over him, his hands maneuvering my motion, our bodies slapping together as we fucked. His mouth found mine and he sucked at my tongue, compelling me to work faster, take him deeper.

“Shhh,” he implored, glancing toward the door, and I knew he didn’t want Ronnie to know he’d snuck into my bed in the middle of the night instead of going down to sleep on the sofa. He didn’t want her to know he’d crept into the nanny’s room to fuck her on the sly.

“Oh god, that’s good,” I whimpered as his hips made circles, straining up, his hand slipping between us to caress my clit. “You know I love that…”

I kneaded my pussy against his hand, keeping his cock buried deep, my mouth mashed against his as our breath mingled. I was going to come so hard, there was no stopping it. Instead, I closed my eyes and worked for it, undulating my hips, his cock planted deep inside.

“MmmmmMMMmm!” I couldn’t get out much more because his hand was behind my neck as he kissed me fiercely, and thank god, because I swear I moaned Josh’s name as I climaxed, my pussy clenching so hard I thought it would snap TJ’s cock like a twig. I whimpered and mewed as I came, shuddering uncontrollably, my thighs gripping him like a vise.

“Oh baby.” TJ kissed my cheeks and chin, as I quaked in his arms. “That was so good.”

“Mmmm hmmm.” He was still stiff inside of me. “Your turn.”

He groaned as I wriggled him out of my still-spasming cunt and started stroking him against my belly. He was slick and swollen but I spit in my hand anyway and fisted my saliva over the head of his dick, giving me even more lubrication. His eyes lit up as he watched me jerk him off, his hands moving to my breasts, yanking on my nipples.

They were so sensitive I squirmed in his lap and that just drove him on, grunting and ramming up into my hand.

“Ohhh fuck!” he bellowed, eyes closing, head going back.

“Shhhh.” I glanced at the door. “Come on,” I whispered. “Come for me.”

His breath was hurried, his hips lunging, and I kneeled up, still pulling on his cock but now aiming it at the crest of my bald, dewy cleft. He bit his lip as he spread my fat pussy lips with his fingers, his eyes all on my cunt as I pumped him in my fist.

“Do it!” I begged, laboring hard, panting. “Come all over my hot little pussy!”

That did it. He exploded in my hand, his cock bulging, his cum shooting hot and fast against my clit with laser-like heat and precision. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him flood my fist as I continued to jerk him off. He trembled and thrust, but he didn’t make any sound above a whimper as I milked him dry.

“Jesus,” he whispered, using my red silk panties to clean my hand as he pulled me close. “I came so hard I can’t even see straight.”

“Mmmm.” I rested my head against his chest, glancing at the clock and wondering if we could go back to sleep. I had half an hour before the alarm went off.

He kissed the top of my head, giving me my answer. “I’m going to go down to the sofa.”

“Okay,” I conceded as he slipped out of bed, finding his boxers and putting them on before unlocking my door.

“Beth has a concert tonight.” He stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

“Remember, Ronnie wants to go to dinner afterward.”

I nodded, snuggling under the covers as he opened the door. I remembered-

Beth had a solo in one of her school’s little productions. The girl had a beautiful voice.

I’d told Josh about it the night before-it was the main reason we weren’t getting together for our “second date” that very night.

“Hey, how was your date with Josh?” TJ turned to look at me like he’d read my mind.

“Good.” I hid a smile I couldn’t help under my covers. “ Masa was amazing.”

“I bet.” He cocked his head. “Well, I’m afraid Tamarind will pale in comparison tonight, but it will have to do.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, wondering if we were still talking about restaurants. “Beth will love it.” The girl was a nut for Indian food.

He gave a little nod, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” I shrugged. “Maybe just a little too much sake last night.”

“I love you, Janie.” His eyes were soft, and it made me soften. Damnit. I loved him, too. But he was out the door before I could respond, shutting it softly behind him.

I couldn’t fall back asleep. My alarm rang and I reached over to turn it off, still thinking about TJ and Ronnie…and Josh…and wondering what in the hell I was going to do.

That’s when I noticed a message on my phone. Grabbing it off my night table, sure it was Josh, I called my voice mail.

“Hi Janie, it’s Mom.” I looked at the phone in surprise. She usually called me once a week on Fridays. A Sunday night call-or had it been early Monday morning?-

was unusual. I listened to the message, not wanting to admit to myself that I was disappointed it wasn’t Josh. “I have some great news. Your father has a friend who has a cabin he can’t use, and well, we’re thinking it would be fun to have everyone get together for a little vacation. Give me a call back!” She made kissing noises at the end of her call and said, “Love you, sweetie!” before hanging up. She always did that.

I didn’t know if we could all get away, if TJ could get the time off work, and with Ronnie’s pregnancy, who knew? But when I sprang out of bed and headed down the hall toward the shower, I was already wondering how I could invite Josh.

“Beth, you were so wonderful!” Ronnie snatched her daughter up and kissed her face all over.

Beth laughed and wiggled in her arms. “Ewwww! Mom!”

“Amazing.” TJ took Beth from Ronnie, swinging her around. “You have the prettiest voice I've ever heard.”

“It’s true,” I piped up, giving Beth a smile. She beamed. Granted, her parents were biased, and maybe I was a little, too, but I thought even Simon Cowell would approve of our Beth’s budding talent. The little musical show had gone off without a hitch and our star shone brightest of all. I leaned in to whisper to her, “And guess where we get to go eat to celebrate?”

“Tandoori chicken, here we come!” Beth exclaimed, making us all laugh. “I’m starving!”

TJ drove-and he still hadn’t overcome his hatred of driving in New York, so he pretty much swore the whole way, while Ronnie admonished him from the passenger’s seat and Beth and I giggled in the back.

Once we got seated and we’d ordered-I always got chicken tikka masala with a side of naan and samosa-Ronnie turned to me and asked, “Did you get a call from your mom?”

I nodded, sipping my water and retrieving Beth’s napkin from the floor, tucking it back into her lap. “Something about a cabin?”

“In the Blue Ridge Mountains.” Her eyes were bright, her voice excited. “It’s perfect timing-it will be this summer, when I’m off work. TJ’s already put in for the time off.”

I glanced over at him, seeing if he was as excited as she was about the prospect of spending a week with my family, but his face was unreadable.

“Should be fun.” I’d talked to my mother only briefly-she’d mentioned that my younger brother, Henry, would be on break from the University of Michigan and would be coming and probably bringing a girl. Of course, when I asked if I could bring someone, she got all “Oh-my-god-who-is-he?” on me and I had to make an excuse to get off the phone.

I couldn’t believe I was sitting there with Ronnie and TJ and contemplating inviting Josh… but I was. Crazy, that’s what you are, I thought, sighing as I retrieved Beth’s napkin again.

“Try not wiggling around so much, and it will stay in your lap,” I said to her and she rolled her eyes. I swear she got that from me.

“Guess who else is going to be there?” Ronnie’s eyes were practically sparkling.

“I don’t know,” I smiled. “But from the look on your face, it’s gotta be someone good. Johnny Depp? Matthew Mcconaughey?”

“Better.” Ronnie grinned, finally giving it up. “Gretchen’s coming.” I gaped at her. Gretchen had been our nanny-mine and Henry’s-after Ronnie had gone off to college and gotten married. The last I’d heard, she’d gone to school in California to be a photographer.

“She’s coming to New York,” Ronnie went on, still unable to suppress her smile.

“She’s out of school and found a job here.”

“So she lives here now?” TJ mused, looking between us. I knew what he was thinking, and so did Ronnie. Gretchen and Ronnie had been lovers, and from what I could gather, it was Gretchen who had sort of pushed them into polyamory in the first place.

“Bad.” Ronnie slapped him playfully, but she was still smiling as the waiter poured her more wine. “So, how was your date, Janie? Do you have an agent now?” She slid her gaze over to TJ. “Or maybe a new boyfriend?” I glanced at Beth, who was listening to the conversation with interest.

“It was good.” Ha, that’s an understatement, I thought, finding myself tempted to look at my phone again. I’d been checking it compulsively since Josh had dropped me off the night before, telling myself he was a busy man, he had work to do…

But why hadn’t he called?

“Just good?” Ronnie inquired, raising her eyebrows. “No spark? No fireworks?”

“Um…” I looked back and forth between them, feeling my face redden. “A little.” TJ leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady, but he was frowning. “Did you talk about your writing?”

“Actually, no,” I admitted. I honestly hadn’t even thought about Josh in relation to my work all night long. I wondered if he had?

“Well, what did you talk about?” Ronnie asked.

“I have to go to the bathroom!” Beth piped up, plopping her napkin in the middle of her plate and hopping off her chair.

Thank god! I grabbed Beth’s hand. “I’ll take her.”

The bathroom was all the way at the back of the restaurant and I swear I felt their eyes on me the whole way. This was going to be trickier than I’d imagined, this thing with Josh. And I couldn’t kid myself anymore, after the night before-I did, indeed, have a thing for him.

“Take your time,” I said to Beth as she swung the stall door closed and locked it.

The more time I spent in here, the less time I would spend at the table trying to dodge questions. Maybe the food would be there by the time I got back and they would be too busy to ask any more.

I stood at the sink waiting for Beth, fixing my hair in the mirror. It was getting too long and cumbersome-almost to the middle of my back now. I’d been lazy these past few years, letting everything go, spending my time focusing on my writing. And on my relationship with TJ and Ronnie. They’d done so much for me. I felt guilty about what I was doing-or about to do-with Josh. Even though, if I told them, they’d probably be fine with it. Well, at least, I knew Ronnie would. I wasn’t so sure about TJ.

I couldn’t resist anymore and flipped my phone open, checking for a call. Nothing.

Damnit.

I heard Beth flush and turned as she came out of the stall, announcing, “Ready!”

“Gotta wash your hands,” I reminded her, turning on the sink and helping her reach the soap dispenser. She played with the hand dryer for a while, turning it so it blew into her face and laughing, and I let her.

“Can I have some lipstick?” she asked eagerly, watching me touch up my make-up.

I indulged her, taking out some clear lip gloss and glazing her pink little lips.

We stood in front of the mirror, admiring each other, and I took her hand, squeezing it and telling her, “Now you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole restaurant.”

“I want to be just like you when I grow up.” She turned her shining eyes up to me.

“You’ll be just like you when you grow up,” I told her, smiling. “And that’s just how it’s supposed to be.”

She skipped out of the bathroom, singing under her breath, and I followed. We weaved our way through tables toward the front of the restaurant, and I would have just passed by without seeing him if Josh hadn’t called out, “Janie!” I turned, startled to see him sitting alone at a table, holding a menu.

“Josh? What are you doing here?” But I knew. I’d told him we were coming to Tamarind after the concert—and here he was. Coincidence? I didn’t think so. My whole body felt galvanized when I saw him, as if I’d been hit by lightning.

Beth turned and frowned back at me. “Come on!”

“Probably the same thing you are.” He leaned back in his chair with an easy smile. His eyes swept over me-definitely not as dressed up as the night before, but it could have been worse. “I was in the mood for Indian food.”

I didn’t believe it for a minute. “Where’s Catherine?”

He shrugged. “She hates Indian food. I usually order take-out, but I just felt like getting out of the house.”

Uh-huh.

“Come on.” Beth was at my side now, pulling at my hand. She looked at Josh, frowning. “Who’s he?”

“Don’t be rude, Beth.” I looked down at her, shaking my head. “Josh, this is Beth. Beth, this is Josh.”

“Nice to meet you.” Josh gave her a wink.

She looked up at me and whispered loudly, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Oh great. “Um…”

“I’m a friend of Janie’s.” Josh stepped in and saved me. “I’m also an agent. Do you know what an agent is?” Way to change the subject!

“Like…” Beth’s eyes widened. “Like an agent of the devil?”

I said, “Yes” and Josh said, “No” at the same time and we both laughed.

“Where did you hear that phrase?” I asked her.

“Colin at school says our teacher, Mrs. Newman, is an agent of the devil.”

“Out of the mouths of babes.” Josh laughed again, shaking his head. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an agent of the devil.”

“Well, what kind of agent are you?” Beth asked, curious now. “A secret one?”

“I’m a literary agent,” Josh explained. “I help writers get their books published.”

“Janie’s a writer!” Beth exclaimed. “She wrote me an excellent story about a princess named Beth who gives away frogs.”

“I thought princesses were supposed to kiss frogs.” Josh grinned up at me.

“Yuk.” Beth made a face. “Why would a princess want to kiss a frog?”

He asked the obvious. “To get a prince?”

“You don’t have to kiss a frog to get a prince,” Beth explained patiently.

Josh leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Well, what do you have to do to get a prince?”

“Be yourself.”

He nodded, smiling. “You’re a very smart girl, Beth.”

“There you are!” TJ’s voice behind me made my heart sink and I turned, already apologizing.

“Oh…I’m sorry…” I looked between them, Josh sitting, relaxed, confident, and TJ

standing, arms akimbo, surveying the scene.

“Our food’s here,” TJ prompted. I just nodded, swallowing.

“Josh Wickham.” Josh stood, holding out his hand, and TJ took it.

“TJ Mayer.” They shook like only businessmen can, firm and a little cocky, looking each other in the eye as if they could play a non-verbal game of chicken in an instant.

“I guess we should get back…” I said, not wanting there to be much conversation between these two.

We started to go, but Beth refused to move, tugging on TJ’s suit coat, whining,

“Dadd-eeee, you can’t let Mr. Josh sit here all by himself! He’s lone-leeeeee!”

TJ smiled at her. “Oh, I’m sure Mr. Wickham wants to enjoy his meal in peace and quiet, sweetie.”

“Nuh-uh!” Beth insisted, grabbing Josh’s hand. “Come on! I want to tell you the story of the princess who gives away frogs.”

“Well, I think that’s an offer I just can’t refuse.” Josh stood, putting his napkin on the table and looking at TJ. “Unless…?”

“By all means.” TJ smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Please join us.”

And that’s how we all ended up squeezed in, five of us at a four-person table, Josh situated firmly at a corner between me and Beth, who insisted she sit next to him.

“So how do you like our Janie?” Ronnie didn’t waste any time.

Josh smiled, nodding to the waiter as he set another place and poured a new glass of water. “I like her a great deal.”

I blushed, trying to hide it behind my now over-full water glass.

“She’s an amazing writer,” TJ piped up, just when I thought I couldn’t get any redder.

“I actually haven’t had the privilege yet.” Josh glanced sideways at me.

“You haven’t asked,” I retorted, resisting the urge to stick out my tongue at him. I was also resisting the urge to touch him. Our knees were already kissing under the table.

Josh laughed. “Most writers would have sent me reams by now.”

“I’m not most writers,” I replied, playing it cool.

“That’s true,” TJ agreed. “She’s much better than most.”

“TJ, stop.” I begged him with my eyes. “There are better writers out there than me.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned.” He met my gaze, steady, his eyes dark with tension.

Josh took a sip of his water. “I’m sure she’s just as amazing a writer as she is everything else.”

“That she is,” TJ assured him, also taking a drink of his water, and the two men locked eyes like rams lock horns. I thought I would fall through the floor.

“Hey look, our food’s here,” I exclaimed as the waiter came over carrying a plate-loaded tray.

That saved me for a while as TJ grilled Josh about his vocation and vice-versa.

They circled each other like two grizzlies, looking for weaknesses. It would have been funny if they weren’t so serious about it.

“You have chicken tandoori all over your face, Beth,” I said. “Use your napkin.”

“I love chicken tandoori!” she replied, following my instruction anyway.

“You’re just as adventurous as your nanny, aren’t you?” Josh took a bite of his bhel poori.

“More,” Beth bragged. “Janie’s afraid of spiders. I’m not.”

Inwardly I groaned and mumbled, “Only the really big ones.”

Josh grinned. “What else is Janie afraid of?”

“Roller coasters,” Beth said immediately. Okay, that was really true. “She hates being up high.”

“Is that so?” Josh looked over at me, smirking.

“And I think she’s afraid of the dark, like me,” Beth went on, her mouth full of chicken.

“Why do you say that?” I asked, looking at her quizzically.

“Because I go sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s room when I get scared, and I saw you—”

Oh. My. God.

My widening eyes met Ronnie’s, her own mouth gaping.

I don’t think I've ever moved so fast.

My entire glass of water went over onto the table as I pretended to reach for it, soaking my samosa, making it soggily inedible, but I didn’t care. No one got wet, the waiter gave us copious amounts of napkins to soak up the mess, and when it was cleaned up, Beth had forgotten her comment, and I hoped Josh had, too. By the time we were eating our shahi anjir-ice cream flavored with figs and honey-Beth had told Josh about her musical performance and tried to convince him to represent her instead of me.

“It was lovely meeting you, Mr. Wickham,” Ronnie said as she helped Beth with her coat.

“Please, call me Josh,” he said. “It was nice meeting all of you. Especially you, Miss Beth. You are utterly delightful.”

“I know.” She grinned toothlessly up at him and he laughed.

“Would you mind if I drove your nanny home?” He leaned down to ask Beth, all serious.

Her eyes lit up. “Can I go, too?”

“Not this time, Beth.” Ronnie intervened, putting her hands on her daughter’s shoulders and pulling her back toward her. “I think Jane and Josh want to be alone for a while.”

TJ frowned, looking between us, but I avoided his eyes.

Josh patted Beth on the head. “Next time, I promise. Okay?”

“Okay.” She pouted but got over it pretty quickly after Josh pretended to pull a quarter out of her ear and then gave it to her to keep.

“I’ll see you at home!” I called back to them as we parted ways at the front of the restaurant. Josh was parked in a garage around the corner and we ran for it because it was starting to rain. By the time we got to the car, the skies had opened up and I was soaked through to the skin.

“I think you might have the best job in the world,” Josh said as he opened my door for me.

“She’s a great kid,” I agreed. It was hard to think with him standing so close.

“Are you cold?” He looked down at the front of me. My white sundress had become suddenly see-through, my nipples standing straight up in the cold. “Do you want my coat?”

“I can think of better things to keep me warm.” I turned my eyes up to him, aching to be kissed. His eyes lingered on my mouth, but instead he smiled and stepped away, going over to the driver’s side.

I sighed, getting in beside him as he started the car and turned on the heater.

“So did you have a busy day today?” I asked as he backed out and shifted the car into gear.

“No more busy than usual,” he replied, turning into traffic.

“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering in spite of the heater. I slipped off my heels and tucked my feet under me.

“Why?” He glanced over at me, frowning.

I shrugged, not looking at him. “I just wondered why you hadn’t called…”

He was quiet for a moment, weaving through traffic. “Do you want to know the truth?”

I nodded, turning to look at him. His hair was wet, drops of water beading there. I resisted the urge to touch him.

“I didn’t trust myself,” he said as the Mustang snarled to life when he headed onto the freeway.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I want you too much, Janie.” He sighed. “Every time I look at you, every time I hear your voice, I just want to…”

I smiled, turning fully toward him now. “To what…?”

“To do very, very naughty things.” He glanced at me as I moved toward him.

“I do, too.” I leaned over the console to press fully against him, my breasts crushed against his arm.

“Do you?” His mouth was almost touching mine when he turned his head toward me, and I closed the gap, kissing him quickly.

“You have no idea,” I breathed.

He took a deep breath, turning his eyes back to the road. “So, right now, you’re thinking about it?”

“I've been thinking about it since dinner last night.” I slid my hand up the leg of his trousers, finding just what I was looking for, distended and rising fat and stiff under the material.

“Well, I can beat that.” He drew his breath in sharply when I massaged him, making delicious friction with my palm through his pants. “I've been thinking about it since I found you in my living room.”

“So what, exactly, have you been thinking?” I couldn’t help myself. His cock throbbed stubbornly against my hand, demanding attention. I couldn’t resist, slowly beginning to unzip him. I felt his whole body stiffen when I slipped my hand down to grasp him. Oh god, yes. He was solid in my hand.

“I’d rather show you.” His voice grew low as I began to stroke him, lazy, up and down.

“I know.” I leaned over the gearshift to take him into my mouth.

“Ahhhh Janie.” One hand moved in my hair as I swallowed his length, the other stayed on the wheel. The console dug into my hip as I turned and stretched across to suck him, but I didn’t care.

“Oh god.” He groaned as I licked the head, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of him. “Baby, ohhh… I’m not sure this is the time…or place…”

“I want you,” I insisted as his hand moved over the front of my dress, manipulating my breast through the material, pawing at the hard pebble of my nipple. I grabbed his hand, guiding it down between my legs where I wanted it most, quickly pulling my dress up and my panties aside. His intake of breath was audible when he felt my cunt under his fingers, pure wet heat, as humid as a greenhouse, and I shifted against him. “You just concentrate on driving and don’t kill us,” I instructed before taking him into my mouth again.

“Okay,” he breathed, his fingers exploring my fleshy crease, my tongue making flat circles around the head of his cock. “Oh god, Janie, your mouth is so good…”

I made an eager noise in my throat as I sucked him, using both my mouth and hand now, washing him with my saliva. The sound of his breathing, harsh and heavy, filled the car.

“Put your fingers in me,” I begged, spreading my thighs wider for him. “Finger my pussy. Fuck me.”

He groaned and slid two fingers in, pumping his hand against my cunt. “Like that?”

“Mmmmm!” I responded around his cock, feeling the length of him swell as I fucked him back, thrusting his fingers in deep. “Hard! Harder!” He got even more rough, his hand driving, relentless, making me go crazy on his cock. God I wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him, but what we were doing was dangerous enough. The car was barreling along the highway, thundering underneath me as I sucked him, ardent and resolute, tasting his pre-cum and slaving for more.

“Oh fuck, Janie, baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”

Why in the world would I stop? There was no way-the meaty onslaught of his cock in my mouth made my pussy beg for release. His fingers curled inside me, his hips vaulting upward, and I sucked him, tight-fisted, gulping, faster, more. “Ahhhhhh!”

The sound he made when he came, like a snarl caught in his throat, was a sweet, staccato symphony to my ears as he flooded my mouth with cum. I swallowed all

of it hungrily, wiggling over the console, trying to get even more of him. His cock grew fat with every fresh throb and I worked him with my fist, too, draining him dry.

“Oh damn,” he whispered as I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking over at him with half-closed eyes. “That was…”

His eyes widened when he looked over at me, leaning back against the passenger door and putting one bare foot up on the console. My dress was pulled up to my hips, my panties tugged aside, my pussy exposed.

“Josh, the road,” I reminded him, noticing we were swerving into the next lane.

“Right.” His gaze shifted and he adjusted the vehicle, sighing as he glanced at me again. His fingers found his way to his mouth, sucking my juices as he watched me reach down and spread my red and swollen lips. “Now I just want to return the favor.

You taste so fucking good.”

“Do I?” I dipped my fingers into my honey and brought them to my mouth.

He groaned. “Don’t make me pull this car over, young lady.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased.

He turned the wheel, heading for the shoulder of the road, and I laughed. “No!

Don’t you dare!”

Sighing, he righted things, working the gearshift to send us rocketing even faster down the highway. “If you knew how much I wanted you…”

“Show me.” I reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs, sliding down to give him easier access.

I saw him swallow, but his eyes were on the road as his fingers began to explore, making me moan when he nudged my clit.

“Rub it for me,” I purred, working the buttons on my sundress from the top down.

He did as I asked, stealing glances as he made circles with his thumb against my clit.

“Jesus, Janie,” he whispered as I pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts and playing with my nipples.

“The road,” I murmured, moaning as his fingers slipped inside, his thumb still working my clit.

“I can’t concentrate,” he groaned, turning his gaze half-back to the highway.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, rocking against his hand, biting my lip. “Oh Josh, please, please, make me come.”

He sank his fingers into me, faster, harder, the wet sound of my pussy being fucked filling the car. I asked for more, more, and he fingered me, hammering my cunt until I wailed and careened against the seat, finally throwing my head back and howling as I came, knowing I was getting the leather upholstery soaked, saturating his hand with the sticky copious sap of my cunt. My pussy clamped down again and again as I keened and twisted, completely at the mercy of my climax, lost in the pure pleasure of my orgasm.

“Oh. My. God.” I opened my eyes, first seeing the sky, the color of gun metal, still raining down silver, and then catching the sight of the guy in the semi-truck driving next to us, staring down at me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. “Oh! God!”

I sat up, straightening and buttoning, feeling my cheeks go scarlet. The trucker honked and I flushed an even deeper shade of red, looking over at Josh, who was also grinning from ear to ear.

We both cracked up then, and I took the wheel for a second at Josh’s request while he zipped himself back up, too.

“That was fucking incredible.” Josh shook his head, glancing over at me. “My little pirate.”

“Argh.” I laughed, putting my hands to my cheeks to cool them. “That has to be even more dangerous than texting and driving.”

“Probably,” he agreed. “Think Oprah should start a campaign?”

I smiled but he was turning down my street. We were almost home.

“Oh Josh.” I shivered, hugging myself. “What now?”

“Now?” He shifted the car into low, slowing in front of my house. “Now I kiss you goodnight.”

I turned toward him, letting him cup my face in his hands, our lips touching softly.

It didn’t stay all sweet and nice, though, in spite of our incredible release only moments before. The spark between us heated to a blaze in an instant and I found myself practically in his lap, both of us breathing hard and groping each other.

“Either that,” Josh panted into my ear. “Or we go get a room. Right now. God, Janie, I can’t stop myself. I told myself not to call, and then I ended up going to the restaurant, knowing you would be there. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I know,” I whimpered. When I was in his arms, everything else went away.

“Want to?” His hand stroked the wet length of my hair, scattering kisses over my neck.

I groaned, glancing over my shoulder at the house. TJ and Ronnie were waiting. I felt a stab of guilt, tried to fight it, and lost.

“Not tonight.” I touched his lips with my finger, shaking my head.

He nodded, taking a deep breath as he opened his door, and I waited for him to come around and open mine. The rain had stopped, but everything was wet and beaded with water.

On the porch, he kissed me again, properly, with no groping this time.

“Soon,” he whispered into my ear.

I smiled. “Yes, soon. I promise.”

He wasn’t the only one who felt the urgency. I intended to keep that promise, I realized, opening the door and finding TJ and Ronnie ensconced on the couch.

I would keep it, no matter what the consequences.