I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,54

devouring my mouth with his and desecrating this entire cemetery.

Thank god Veda’s family aren’t religious.

Why can I not get out of my own head?

Because you know he’s faking it, Muffy.

I sigh and my whole body sags in defeat, which Tyler apparently takes as a sign that I’m fully surrendering to his kiss, because he deepens it even more.

And oh.

Oh, my.

Is that a petrified bratwurst in his pants, or is he just happy to be kissing me?

And is that me that I smell, or are other people getting turned on watching us make out?

Am I an exhibitionist?

Holy hell. My panties are soaked. My nipples could cut glass. And I’m thrusting my tongue into Tyler’s mouth like there’s an ice cream cone waiting at the back of his throat.

Tyler Jaeger is a kissing god.

I did not realize this the night of the private club fridge incident.

But he is. Everywhere his hand roams, my nerves spontaneously light themselves on fire. I want to strip out of my dress and beg him to lick me from head to toe. I want to ride him like a mermaid riding a dolphin and drown in this intense feeling of being a sexy, desirable, untamed woman with her whole life together.

Am I unbuttoning his shirt?

Oh my god.

I’m unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hate to break up the party,” a voice that sounds like Veda says somewhere in the hazy distance, “but if you two don’t quit pawing at each other, I think my uncle’s going to have a heart attack, and one funeral in a week is quite enough with me.”

Tyler freezes with his tongue in my mouth.

I squeak.

Kind of.

Oh my god, I can smell myself. I really am turned on.

I need to change my underwear before I can ride home in the same car as myself for the next three hours, never mind riding in the same car as Tyler.

How, exactly, does one unentangle her tongue from someone else’s when there’s an audience?

Not asking for a friend.

Tyler abruptly pulls back, wipes his thumb over the saliva left dangling on my lip, and clears his throat. “Sorry, Veda.”

“Oh, no, don’t apologize to me.” She grins at him. “I’ve never seen Connie Bra-cow-ski silenced so quickly. That was glorious. You’re forgiven for being an ass at breakfast. Thanks for coming to my dad’s funeral.”

I wipe my mouth too, but it doesn’t scrub off the feeling of Tyler kissing me. “What else can we do? Need anything else? We don’t have to leave for…what? Another hour or two?” I look at Tyler, immediately wish he had the decency to look like someone who wasn’t just kissing the stuffing out of me on top of a grave, then look at the ground. “When did you tell the coach you’d be back?”

“Team meeting at four.”

“Oh, no, then you should get going,” Veda says. “Thank you so much for being here. And for the margarita. And dinner. And breakfast.” Veda hugs me tight and drops her voice. “Oh my god, Muffy, that was the hottest kiss I’ve ever seen. If you don’t do something about that and give me all the details, I’ll basically never forgive you.”

“We should tell Daisy we’re leaving,” I reply.

“Not a chance,” Tyler says. “She’s in her zone. We go over there, we’ll be partying on a riverboat for the next three days.”

“Seriously?” Veda grins at him. “That’s an option?”

He shakes his head, also not looking at me. “Two years ago? Definitely. I was there. Now? No chance. Disgusting as it is, she’s way too into my brother, and he’s not much of a partier.”

“If he ever decides to throw a three-day riverboat party that he lets her plan, let me know.”

Tyler laughs, and my vagina fangirls like a middle-aged woman at a boy band reunion concert. “You got it.”

Neither of us say a word on the way to his car.

I don’t ask if we can stop somewhere so I can change my panties.

He doesn’t ask if I need any more Donettes.

And when he opens the door for me, he doesn’t touch me.

Instead, he looks down at his phone.

Right.

That kiss?

It was all for show.

And this favor?

It’s over.

20

Tyler

I have a boner.

And not just any boner.

It’s like my first boner after my junk developed and I found my buddy’s dad’s anime magazine collection and stole an issue with one of the hottest anime girl drawings to look at with a flashlight under my sheets, spanking the monkey and not understanding why I had that infernal ache in the pit of my stomach when