I curl up from the seat, mouth open in a groan of relief of that doesn’t make a sound. My thighs tremble and tense, and I come so hard my hand and my panties get soaked. The fantasy is so fresh and vivid in my mind, I’m surprised to find myself still dressed and safe behind the wheel of my car, though I’m panting and sweating. I grab some tissue from the glove compartment and clean up the mess on my hand, my thighs, and the leather seat between them.
How am I supposed to be with Nathan, alone, without climbing on him? I’m starting to hope I really am just hard up and imagining our attraction. I’m in a mating pact with someone. f*****g someone else is not allowed.
But I will never feel for Ashton the things I feel for Nathan. I can barely tolerate Ashton’s touch, while I long for Nathan’s
