Evers & Afters (Dare With Me #2) - J.H. Croix Page 0,23

into my touch. Fuck, watching Cammi experience pleasure like this, so raw, so unvarnished, was its own form of torture. I could feel the teeth of my zipper pressing against my cock.

That was going to have to wait. I would eventually experience all of Cammi, but not here, in a hasty fuck in her coffee truck.

“Come for me,” I murmured as I drew my fingers out and buried them inside of her again. “Tell me what you need.”

She let out a frustrated gasp. “More,” she finally said, her tone a little bossy.

I fucked her with my fingers slowly before teasing over her swollen button of need. “That, more of that,” she gasped.

I could feel her body tightening as her channel rippled around my fingers, so I kept on going, drawing them out and sinking them in as I stretched her and teased over her clit. One of her hands curled on the edge of the counter, and she gripped it tightly as her body arched like a bow. She let out a long moan and gasped my name in a ragged cry.

I waited until the tremors running through her body stopped. I slowly drew my fingers away and pulled her panties back in place. Conveniently, there was a sink right beside us. I needed to taste her first before I washed it away. Lifting my fingers, I sucked them in my mouth just as Cammi opened her eyes.

Her mouth parted again, her eyes still dark. Her little coffee truck was quiet, save for the sound of her rough breathing as it slowed. Meanwhile, my body felt like a race car, the engine revving and revving. But I wasn’t going to let it loose, not tonight.

A sense of fierce tenderness squeezed my heart as I stared at her. This girl had had me since the first day I’d ever laid eyes on her. If she knew me, really, I didn’t think she would be here right now.

She reached between us, curling her palm over my cock through my jeans. She gave me a bold stroke, and my cock leaped under her touch. “Let me—” she began, her words stopping abruptly when I shook my head.

“Not tonight. I don’t wanna be too greedy.”

She looked confused for a minute, so I let my hand trail through the ends of her hair, sliding around to her cheek. “The first time I’m inside of you, it won’t be here in your coffee truck.”

Her eyes searched mine. “I think I’m the greedy one, but is there something wrong with my coffee truck?”

Chapter Ten

Cammi

Elias’s dark eyes searched mine as he shook his head slowly. “To the contrary, I love your coffee truck. And we should christen it, just not the first time.”

The implication that there would be more sent butterflies spinning madly in my belly. Although Elias had just given me a rather spectacular orgasm and I should’ve been sated, he was so hot that I already wanted more.

I was in a daze as he helped me off the counter and smoothed my skirt down over my hips. This version of Elias was nothing like I expected.

He’d been coming to get coffee from me for years. He was always polite and tipped on the extravagant side, but he wasn’t a man of many words, and he held himself back with an edge of grumpy. I’d actually assumed he didn’t like me. I was still marveling at him saying he’d wanted me since he met me.

Tonight, he was solicitous, if still quiet. He waited while I made sure everything was put away, taking his coffee with a warm smile. He drove me home and insisted on walking me to my door, which I thought was kind of ridiculous.

I walked in moments later after he had laid another devouring kiss on me. I leaned against the door after I closed it, pressing two fingers over my mouth as if I could hold his kiss there. It felt as if tiny fireworks were exploding in my body.

I listened to the sound of his tires on the gravel as he drove away and wondered when I might see him again. He’d insisted on putting my number in his phone, telling me he’d call me soon.

My night had been weird, to say the least. Dinner with my friends had been nice, but it had all been ruined when I ran into Brad, excuse me, Joel, and his wife. And my tire! Someone slashed my tire. I couldn’t help but wonder if it