“Taking your panties off at parties? Leaving them behind for anyone to find…”
If I were standing in front of glass, my breath would fog it twice over.
He pops me up onto the workbench behind me. I’m blinking over and over, trying to keep up. How does he do it? Seduce me? Slay me? There’s no point in even trying to fight it.
“Speaking of bad things,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he slowly pushes his hands higher. Big, rough palms glide across my skin. When he grazes the edge of my bra, I shudder and lose my train of thought.
“Madison,” he says, urging me to continue.
Huh? What day is it?
He kisses the edge of my mouth and then pulls back, waiting for me to continue.
“Right, yes. I was just going to say that I haven’t done anything bad in weeks, really, not since the skinny dipping…”
“So you want to make up for it?”
He gets me. We’re soul mates.
I reach down for his jeans as I ask, “How long do you think we have before Andy realizes we’re gone?”
“Did you see him when we walked in? He’s in heaven. Everyone wants to talk to him. He’ll be busy all night.”
So this is happening then—dirty garage sex. I imagine what I’ll look like after: oil-smudged face, hair covered in sawdust. Maybe we’ll get crafty and use the bicycle seat. I’m imagining that exact scenario just as Ben finds the zipper on my jeans. We can’t strip down all the way. There’s no time. We’re rushing. His hand brushes past the hem of my panties and my stomach dips. I unbutton his jeans and stroke his length inside his briefs. He’s silky smooth and rock hard.
Then his finger slides into me and it’s my undoing. I cry out and his mouth comes down hard on mine in a passionate kiss. It’s hot, mesmerizing, sensual. He’s so good, so giving. And when he tugs me to the edge of the workbench and thrusts into me moments later, his skill is only further demonstrated. Each hard thrust in and each slow drag out brings me closer…and closer. His finger circles around and around and my nails leave half-moons on his shoulders. We’re in a frenzy. My moans and gasps would be heard through the entire party if his mouth wasn’t silencing me.
We’re getting so close to falling apart—together. Pleasure builds inside me just as he buries himself to the hilt, rolling his hips and when he moans deep against my lips, I moan too, coming with him. Completely lost.
The last wave of pleasure is still wracking through me right before a hand starts pounding against the garage door.
“Is someone in here?” a voice calls out.
Ben and I freeze. It’s Arianna.
Shit!
She turns the door handle and I shove Ben away from me. We fly apart. By the time she walks in, my pants are zipped up and I’m holding a power tool up in the air while striking a pose that says I definitely know what I’m doing: hand on hip, hip thrust to the side, legs spread apart.
“Yup, so that’s how you change a tire,” I say coolly, pressing the trigger for emphasis.
The drill whirs to life and I yelp and drop it.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?”
She’s laughing, but she shouldn’t be.
“Tire stuff.”
We should have hung a sock on the door or something. Ben would still be inside me at this very moment if only we’d planned ahead.
“The real question is, what are you doing here?” I ask, turning to her and giving her my most accusatory glare. I point a finger too, for emphasis.
It doesn’t work. She laughs and shakes her head, walking over to open the spare fridge.
“We needed more soda.”
Ben steps forward and takes the cases from her. “Here, I got it.”
Then he just walks out! With the soda! Without me!
What about pounding me on top of Andy’s bicycle?! I thought we’d do that next!
“So you really held out there for a while, huh?” Arianna taunts as we walk back into the house side by side.
“He’s very convincing!” I cry. “Have you seen his hands? They were touching my boobs. What did you want me to do?”
She throws her arm over my shoulder as she leads me toward the bathroom so I can clean myself up a little. When I’m finished, we commiserate together on our way to the kitchen. Apparently, Andy hasn’t told her why they were late either, but as it turns out,