was surprised to find my bed empty when I woke up. No good looking heaters that smell sinful and smile just as such taking up half of my bed. Where could he have gone? The bathroom maybe? No I would have felt him leave the bed considering I've been laying here awake for at least ten minutes now. Why hadn't he woke me up? It doesn't seem like him to just dip out after everything we shared last night. I gave him the first of very many sexual experiences and he gave me a piece of himself that he hadn't shared with anyone before. I smiled as the memories from last night replayed in my head. I'll never forget last night that's for sure. From the way that he looked dripping in my towel to the way he choked when I told him that I wanted my thighs around his face. Now the memory of his face actually being between my thighs—I squealed and hid my face behind my pillow. My face had already heated at just the thought of it. Between his tongue and fingers—ahhhh I can't even describe how amazing it was. I wish I could say that if I knew what I was missing that I would have waited, but I don't feel that way. I feel so much better because it was Josh someone, who even if we hadn't said it yet, loved me. The man had a big chunk of my heart that's for sure.
They say first loves die hard but I'm not even sure if what I had for Ope was love. There were a lot of up and downs but he never made me feel like I do right now. I constantly worried what he was going to say or do but now I'm just happy. So happy that it literally seeps out of my pores. I couldn't help the smile on my face. Even though he wasn't here right now, his presence constantly surrounded me and made me feel all warm inside. Who would have thought that oral sex would be so fucking freeing? I feel fantastic, like I'm floating on a cloud. Josh was talented, without a doubt. I mean not that I have any experience knowing that, but when his tongue touched me I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Seriously I'm gonna start recommending it to everyone. Feeling stressed out? That's no problem just get your pussy ate. Well maybe not to my mom ya know cause that would be awkward, especially with the whole Lee thing. Well and of course cause she's my mom, she'd probably smack the shit out of me; I thought with a smile.
I rolled over and stretched, feeling a new soreness in my body that I've never felt before. My thighs and legs feel severely used, since i stretched muscles that I didn't know I had in them last night thrashing about like I was possessed. My pussy is sore, but not overly so, just enough that I know what happened last night. It was so worth the soreness. I looked at my right side of my bed, loving how wrinkled the side that he slept on was. It's weird but it gave me joy confirming that last night wasn't some crazy dream. I mean I know it wasn't but the way I like to analyze every damn thing it feels like it. I reach over and run my hand across his side of the bed and surprisingly it was still slightly warm. Where could he have gone? I still don't understand why he didn't tell me goodbye. Maybe he got a club call and had to bounce. I mean when the club calls you can't tell them, "hey I'm in the middle of it." You have to go right then and there. I understand, it's what they signed up for when they joined the club and it's what I'm signing up for if I end up being Josh's old lady. I completely get it even if it sucks sometimes. Gem handles last minute leaves and all of the random shit that pops up like a pro. I hope that when im officially an old lady that I handle it with that much poise. I've wanted to be an old lady before I even knew what all it entails. I watched Gemma walk with her head above everyone and they all fucking respected her for it and do anything she asks. I know I am never going to be on her level but I always wanted people to look at me like, "damn that's her, so and so's old lady." It's completely crazy I am aware but the notary and the respect is what I wanted. To feel like I actually belong and I'm not just some adopted outcast. Not only that, I want a man that looks at me like I complete his world and that I fit into it too. Almost like he's so proud of the choice he made by making me his. I want to be someone's Gemma, their confidant, and the rock to hold him strong despite all of the bad shit they do. I want him to think that I'm the light in all of the dark violence that the club required. It's crazy because in so many ways I was an old lady without the title. Shit for as long as I could remember I've been a sound board, cheerleader, and advisory for Jax. Whenever he needed to talk or just to bounce something off of someone, it was always me or Ope. Whenever he had a hard time wrapping his head around a club decision, he would come pick me up and we would go for a ride to our spot to talk it out. He never reached out to me for relationship advice before Tara, but we talked about everything together. I used to think he was the other half of my soul. All of that changed so suddenly at times I missed it. But now's not the time to be thinking about Jax.
As for my other best friend, Ope never really discussed club things with me. I mean whenever he did, it was normally centered around him or Jax and it omitted a lot of bad shit. I guess he doesn't believe in the 'all' part, he would rather not tell people anything. I knew now more than ever that I couldn't have handled being his old lady. I wouldn't have been okay being left in the dark like Donna is. I loathe being so clueless about anything, but I strongly think she likes being that way. That couldn't be me, no way. I ask too many questions for one. Two, I'm way too intelligent for my old man not to tell me shit. I'd ask a million questions until I caught him up in a lie or even ask him again a few days later to check his answers. I work puzzles until they fit. It makes me sound crazy but anxiety is a bitch. A lot of people would rather not know so their anxiety won't flare up but I'm the opposite. I want to know what he's doing so I can function correctly. So the common 'its gonna be a late one. Got something to do for the club,' won't fly with me. I handle things better at face value rather than being told later. I mean Gemma's been coaching me from day one on Old Lady 101 so I know what to expect and what not too.
The aroma of biscuit and bacon drifted through the air, causing my stomach to growl like never before. I sat up and stretched my legs out in front of me, checking to make sure that my muscles weren't too tight. Despite not having sex, my legs still felt like I ran a marathon. I didn't want to walk bowlegged, I would be so embarrassed. I found that despite being sore, they were good. After last night, I needed another shower but it could wait until after breakfast. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans. I wouldn't be seeing Josh for at least an hour my guess so I grabbed my favorite Samcro shirt. Whenever I wanted to relax or just be comfortable I always went for one of my Samcro shirts. This one in particular was one I had stolen from Jax before his dad had died. It wasn't much, it just said 'Reaper crew' on the front and the sons of anarchy California logo on the back. It fit kind of snug whenever I had my bra on but the rest was baggy. Since comfort was what I was going for, my Samcro shirts were always on top of the list. Quickly putting a bra on then the rest of my clothes. My stomach rumbled loudly as I hopped down the stairs.
As I get closer to the kitchen, I hear light voices almost whispering. What the hell? First voice was most definitely my mama I could pick her voice out of a line up anytime considering it's a voice I've known since before birth. FYI, my mom was definitely the kind who read books and sang songs to me and I know all of this because she's told me...a lot. The second voice was definitely male and very familiar even if I couldn't make out what was being said. Holy shit was Lee in my kitchen? Maybe that's why she gave me the sex talk! Mom got some nookie. I held in my laugh until I was sure that's who was in the kitchen with her. I inched closer to the kitchen so I could hear better when my stomach growled loudly, alerting my presence. Woah that's not what I expected and definitely not Lee. I was surprised to see Josh leaned up against the counter between the stove and sink. God the man looked sexy no matter what he wore, so in his jeans and hoodie he could still steal my breath away. Surprisingly he didn't have on his kutte so right now he was purely mine. His hair was sticking up so I'm guessing he finger combed his hair but it just made him look sexier if that's possible. He had his extra large coffee cup that he seemed to take with him everywhere. His cup was a glossy black with no designs on it. It was one of the cups that you can pay to get designed, ahh aren't they called tumblers? I stiffled a laugh. I think that's what they are called. My bad ass motorcycle enthusiast boyfriend, who is the vp of Samtac, is drinking out of the kind of cups that soccer mom's have custom made with their kid's name and jersey number on them. As he stepped towards me I snorted, a tumbler. How was I supposed to keep a straight face?
He walked over to me and engulfed me into his arms. I wanted to ask him just what him and Mom were discussing but the question melted away as his cologne drifted from his hoodie. I often wondered what the purpose of a Samtac hoodie was when I know it was hot as hell in California, seriously our electricity bill was high as hell because of all of the air conditioning we used. I imagine it was just that hot in Washington right? At this point, I didn't care. All I cared about was how his scent surrounded me. I inhaled deeply, letting him fill my senses completely. He kissed my forehead and pulled back.
"Morning sunshine, did you sleep good?" His voice followed him as he walked back to the stove. He flipped what I'm guessing is bacon. I turned to face my mom and she gave me a weak smile. Had he upset her? I'll kick his giant ass. Before I could walk over to her, I felt his stare. It was white hot and directly at my chest. I turned to face him and I seen the darkness swirling behind those beautiful brown eyes I love so much. He was back leaned up against the counter, staring a hole in me. That definitely wasn't his, "I want to take your clothes off with my teeth" expression. I hoped he wouldn't look that way at me with my mother in the room anyway but I figured that was a lost cause. He's given me that look at the clubhouse and we all know how dangerous that is. His expression was almost angry. I looked down to see what he was staring at so intently when it hit me, I was wearing Jax's shirt. I didn't have time to apologize, because he was stalking over to me. I guess I shouldn't say stalking, he's tall so ya know he takes big steps but these were definitely with a purpose. Before I had time to register what was happening, I was being dragged out of the door. He wasn't hurting me but shit I got the point that he needed us out of the kitchen. I barely heard the 'keep an eye on my bacon please.'
He tugged me outside and stopped in front of his bike. Oh god I hope he wasnt planning on going for a ride. I'm hungry as hell and don't even have my shoes on. He started digging around in his saddlebags not even paying attention to me. I would turn around and walk my happy ass back to the house but the intensity of his expression told me not too. He dug around in his bag some more until apparently he found what he was looking for. He shoved something black into my hand. I looked down and noticed it was his Samtac shirt.
"As long as your mine, I don't want to see another man's shit on you. You're mine, got me?" I wanted to laugh. I really did but I found myself weirdly turned on by his possessiveness. Is that normal? Like do I actually like to be dominated? I mean it's not like I have many sexual experiences but as hot as I feel right now I think it's a high possibility.
"It wasn't meant to be disrespectful. I thought you left and I was just trying to be comfortable for breakfast. I just grabbed one of my club shirts for that reason. I swear." The anger in his gaze lessoned but his jaw was still tight and ticking. That handsome face was in between my legs last night and now it's looking at me like it wants to murder me. Yeah Faith it's definitely not helping you thinking about him licking you like you were his favorite scoop of ice cream. I took a deep breath and tried to relax but my hormones didn't get the message.
"I can't stand seeing Teller's shit on you. He had a chance, he fucked up. He knew what he was doing when he gave it to you, marking you so no one touched you. I mean it Faith, I don't want to see anyone else's shit on you. You want to wear club clothes, you wear mine. Fuck I'll ship you a whole fucking box when I get home. Now go change before I find that mother fucker and show him just who you belong to."
Okay panties are definitely wet now. I wanted to ream him out. Why was his first choice Jax? It could have been Opie's. Hell I could have asked Clay for one. I'm his princess, he would have gave me one. There's hardly a time when Clay didn't give me what I wanted, much to Gemma's dismay. She never came out and said anything directly but I could tell she got jealous of our relationship. I've often thought thats why she never had more children; she was afraid of having a daughter and losing her limelight. Even though Clay doted on me always, Gemma made sure I knew she was first in his heart. It honestly didn't bother me. She was his wife, I wasn't even blood related. It definitely mattered to her that I knew I'd never be top dog. I wanted to shrug my shoulders but I was worried I'd look crazy.
"Okay I got the point, no club shit but yours. You don't have to give me your shirt, I'll go change. What makes you so sure it belongs to Jax? I'm cute. You don't know who's all flirted with me You have no idea where it came from." He arched his brow at me and I knew that I wasn't getting out of this one. Maybe I shouldn't have disclosed just how close Jax and I were. He wouldn't be having doubts right now if he didn't know but then someone else would have brought it up to him and I'd look like a tramp. Things were how they were supposed to be. I smiled at him, despite him being crazy over a shirt. I was bluffing my ass off about giving his shirt back. It was going to disappear. I wonder what's the odds of me ending up with his hoodie.
"You and I both know who it belongs too. Now change." I shrugged and took him at his word and started to lift my shirt over my head. I got one of my arms out and the shirt was lifted up under my bra when I was snatched up quick as lightning. I was thrown over his shoulder, caveman style. He didn't say a word as he stormed into the house. Mom walked out of the kitchen and gave me a smile as we walked in the door. I was bouncing on his shoulder and she was smiling. Forget what I said about mother of the year. She's a traitor. I mouthed, 'help me', to which she just shook her head and walked back into the kitchen. She's definitely a traitor.
Josh took the stairs two at a time. I would usually be impressed by the way he was carrying both of our weight like it was nothing but given the situation I couldn't. I felt a white hot sting on my left butt cheek. I tried to put my hand back there to cover it but he was quicker, smacking me on the right one harder than the first one.
"What the hell babe?!" I asked loudly. I heard him grumbling under his breath but couldn't catch what he was saying so I relaxed again and stared at the wonderful sight of his butt snuggled tightly in his jeans as he hopped up the stairs. I let out a sigh. God was definitely showing off when he made Joshua Bennett. Every part of the man was perfection and luckily it's all mine.
We got to my room pretty quickly unfortunately ruining my view. I was tossed face down on my bed. Before I could even turn around I felt the lightening hot strike on my butt, once, twice and then a third time.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? Stripping in the front yard? You're lucky I only got your ass three times. Don't be showing off what's mine, shit! Now change your damn shirt and come eat breakfast that I was trying to be a nice boyfriend by making." He slammed my door on the way out and I barely heard the, "fucking woman wearing some other prick's shirt." And then some grumbling that I didn't hear other than the word mine. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. How often I envied girls for doing just this and now I am living it. Even though I thought Opie and I were written in the stars, I often wondered what it was like to be so excited that you just had to yell into your pillow. Yes I know it's juvenile but at this moment I don't care. I quickly hopped off of my bed and changed shirts when the devious thought came into my mind. He quickly gave me his shirt because it bothered him that I was wearing Jax's. I'll have that hoodie that smells like heaven before he leaves. I walked over to my mirror and did a little twirl. His shirt was baggier on me than Jax's. It still fit, don't get me wrong. My boobs didn't jump out so much and it was definitely loose in the stomach. I wasn't the skinniest thing, trust me the croweaters like to remind me of that. My stomach hangs over my underwear line, my hips are wider than theirs and I actually have an ass. I'm happy with who I am and now I have a man that looks at me like I'm a centerfold model. So I don't weigh 100 lbs, I'm happy. I lifted the neckline of the shirt to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like him; motor oil, laundry soap, and his cologne. Oh yeah I was definitely keeping this.
I smiled all the way down the stairs. Even though this was our last day together I wanted to make it a good one. I also didn't want to ruin my surprise trip in exactly three weeks. Gemma was super bitchy because I put in a formal request off for the whole week and she denied it. She agreed to give me three days which sucked but I would take what I could get. I didn't tell her where I was going because if I did the whole club would know and soon his would too. That's the last thing I wanted, trust me. I strolled into the kitchen and both mom and Josh were eating. He stood as I entered the room.
"Hey sunshine, I made you a plate." I nodded and took a seat across from my mom. She gave me a weak smile and it brought my thoughts back to earlier.
"Everything okay mom?" She nodded and started picking at her eggs. What the hell happened?
"Mom, something is wrong. You hardly will look at me and I walked in earlier and you guys we're all whispery. What gives? Don't we talk about everything?" She gave me another smile and my stomach plummeted. I started to eat, just to get rid of the nauseous feeling that filled me. What could the two people who mean the most to me be keeping from me?
"What's on the agenda for today?". She asked, switching the subject. I rolled my eyes and took a big bite of my eggs. When I realized she was looking at me, I shrugged. Two can play the silent game.
"Eh not much, just going to drive around and see what we can do before I leave." She accepted Josh's answer with a nod.
"I know it's going to be rough on both of you when the afternoon is over." My eyes watered as she casually brought up his leaving. He reached over and grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. She gave me her normal heart warming smile.
"It is, but this is worth all of the pain that comes with it. We both have to sacrifice our time for the long haul." I swear he always seemed to know what to say. Even when I didn't, it's like the right answer always popped in his head.
"I hope you two have fun and if I don't see you before then, have a safe trip back sweetheart." She came over and kissed the top of both of our heads and then put her plate in the sink. Okay then, obviously she's not trying to talk to me about what's wrong. I quickly finished my plate and practically ran up the stairs. I decided to change my shirt after my shower because I was feeling shitty. I put my hair in a high bun because I washed it last night and took a quick shower. I was out, lotioned and dressed in twelve minutes tops. I threw on a teal v neck shirt and the same jeans I had on before. I practically stomped down the stairs and stood at the door.
"Are you ready to go or what?" I heard my attitude coming out in my tone and to be honest I don't care. They're hiding something from me. If it wasn't his last few hours with me I would stomp in the house like a brat and refuse to go. He followed me out the door and grabbed my arm so I had to turn and look at him.
"Hey what's wrong?" Wow...he picked up on that fast. Good I want him to know I'm mad.
"Hmmm what's wrong? You and my mother are keeping shit from me. I wonder what could possibly be wrong." He sighed and looked down at the ground before taking a deep breath and looking back into my eyes.
"Baby, we're not keeping anything from you. You're mom talked to me about some stuff that I can't tell you right now. When I can, best believe I will." The audacity of this man! What about my mother couldn't get tell me? Seriously!
"My mother isn't club business Josh!" I practically scream at him. "There's nothing you two talked about that I can't know. So keep your secrets then." I twirled away from him so fast I almost lost my balance. I stomped to his bike.
"It's not my story to tell sunshine. Trust me, when I can you will know everything. I don't want to spend our last day fighting so let's go have some fun." I rolled my eyes and waited for him to get onto his bike. I quickly hopped on and he slid on his glasses and handed me his helmet. My fingers traced over the kutte that he must have put on while I was in the shower. I wanted to give in and not fight but this was exactly what I was talking about when I told him I couldn't have secrets between us. I feel hurt my anxiety is through the roof and for once I don't even want to go with him. Shit like this will put such a strain on our relationship. He knows this and yet he still feels the need to keep something from me.
We drove in silence, obviously because of the bike. Even if we were in a car, I wouldn't have talked to him. He was right though, it was our last day together for at least a month and I didn't want to ruin it. I'm going to be the bigger person and cast my angry feelings aside and enjoy my last few hours being able to see and touch him. It's going to be a long three weeks. So I will just probe my mother when I get home. Okay that officially has to be the weirdest thing I have ever thought, 'probing my mother.' I'm officially the weirdest person I know. I just hope Josh didn't hurt her feelings, I mean he said that he respects her and all that because of me. But still he wouldn't start a fight with her right? I shook my head, trying to clear my head.
We drove for no more than ten minutes when my mouth dropped as I realize where we were. He was turning into the parking lot of the park that I had my 'incident' at. You know the one I screamed to anyone who would listen about my hymen? I leaned my head into his shoulder to hide my face. He killed the bike and looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. Great so I went from angry, to okay, and now finally I'm freaking mortified. Of all the places he could have taken us. Why here?
"What are we doing here?" He helped me off if the bike and then got off himself. He adjusted his jeans, which caused my face to turn cherry red. He wrapped his arms around me and I was thankful for the covering of my face. I wrapped my arm around his waist and just breathed him in. This right here is why I hated being apart. I couldn't feel him or taste him. That smile that lit up my whole world isn't the same in pictures or just hearing it in his voice. I hugged him tighter and then he kissed the top of my head.
"The last time we were here, we made some pretty rough memories. I don't want you to cringe everytime we come by here. So we are going to wipe out the bad memory with a good one." I hid my face into his arm pit. Being here is literally the last place I want to be. I don't want to see the judgement on anyone's faces. The way my luck goes everyone from yesterday would be here. I would be getting glared at for shouting inappropriate things in front of elderly and children. Ugh why did I have to shout those things?
"Maybe it's not such a good idea right now. Let's come back in a few months when people have forgotten." He shakes his head and eases my face to look at him.
"Hey it's okay. Embarrassing shit happens daily but it's how you handle it. So let's take a walk and have fun. Promise no screaming about your virginity?" I punch him as hard as I can in the arm and part of me wants to storm off but I don't. He reaches for my hand and we walk towards the trail around the lake. I never noticed just how much women oogle him. His eyes are on me and his hand holds mine like he's afraid I'm going to pull away. Yet despite all of that two girls heading our way adjust their cleavage and stop on the nearby bench to "stretch" their legs, which just happen to lead all the way to their asses. I want to flip then off but I notice that Josh hasn't even glanced their way—which I thought would make me feel better but it doesn't. Now I want to lick his cheek to mark my territory but that's super weird. I glare at them while we strut by and they shoot daggers right back. Just to be a bitch, I stop him and kiss him with everything I have. He pulls me to him like I'm his lifeline. I hear the girls scoff and foot steps hitting the pavement. I grin and pull back.
"Not mad at me anymore huh?" I shrug and lean into him so he wraps his arms around me. I'm glad he didn't notice my little display of power. He never would let me live it down.
"Just thought about what you said. I don't want to fight the last few hours you're here either." Okay so it wasn't a full fledged lie, I did agree that we shouldn't fight—just not right before I kissed him.
"I'm gonna miss seeing your face." I sighed as he pulled me closer.
"Well we will see each other soon, even if I have to make the trip to see you." He gave me a small smile and glanced at our surroundings.
"Well on a positive note, there isn't as many people here today as there were yesterday." He gave me a cheeky smile and I got what he was hinting at.
"Really babe? Can we just forget about it." He laughs so hard his whole body shakes.
"I couldn't forget it if I wanted too. You screaming about your hymen to everyone, harrassing some elderly couple. I shit you not the way that lady snarled up her face at you .." he cuts off because he starts hysterically laughing.
"Okay so maybe I was in the wrong for shouting about my virginity but I stand by my decision with the old bat. She deserved it." He stops and faces me. My hands go to his kutte and lightly trace the leather. His hands cup my face.
"Still the hottest virgin/criminal I know baby." I roll my eyes but he's earned a smile.
"I bet you say that line to everyone." He gives me that big full smile.
"You see the criminals I hang out with? None of them are exactly the hottest fucking things walking." I laughed and looked at the ground.
"You think it's ever been like this for anyone else?" He shook his head before I finished talking.
"Nah, cause those shit heads wouldn't kiss you right to keep you around." I roll my eyes and pull him towards the pond. I've always loved the way the water looked peaceful and serene. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His head leaned down on my shoulder.
"You're fascinated with the water huh sunshine? Everytime I think I have you all figured out you throw a curve ball." I lean my head back so I can look at him.
"What do you mean?"
"You smile a lot. You always try to be happy but yet you still are the sad girl I met at the bar. You love the rain and love staring at the water." I laugh and shake my head slightly to avoid hitting his.
"You make me much more interesting than I am. I've always loved the rain and just water in general. You see me as so much...I can't describe it—more than what anyone else does."
"Cause your mine baby doll, I notice everything about you." We sat in silence for a few minutes just staring at the water. I loved that about us. The silence wasn't uncomfortable or nervous. It was just calm as we both processed our thoughts.
"Hey," he leaned closer to my ear. Instead of answering I turned my face towards him. "If we hurry I've got time to stick my tongue in my new favorite place." I shove him and start to walk away from him.
"Act like you don't want it all you want but we both know how much you liked it." He walks closer to me until he backs me into a light pole gently. "Just like we both know you love me talking to you like this. You love me dominating you, even if you don't want to admit it. We both know your wet as hell right now." He was right. And on top of that I was breathless. Josh looked around to check the surroundings I guess.
"And to think, last time it was me screaming out about my sexual experience. You're just out here quietly whispering dirty things to me." He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my neck. God I loved that. I felt like every nerve endings on my body was standing up.
"Yeah but now I'm about to make you scream for a different reason." I opened my mouth to protest but he quickly covered my mouth with his. My eyes shot open to see if anyone could see us but no one was around. That caused me to relax. His hands slipped down from my shoulders and went straight to my breast. He grabbed my nipple and twisted his wrist and I moaned loudly into his mouth.
"That's it baby. Let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel." His other hand started tweaking my other nipple and I leaned my head back against the pole. God how was this man so good with this stuff? I feel like I'm coming apart. His hands unfortunately leave my chest and trail down my stomach. He unbuttons my jeans with one hand.
"I don't think we should do this here babe. People could see." His head came up from my neck and the look in his eyes made me even wetter. It was ten times hotter than his "remove my underwear with his teeth" look. This was an "I want to devour you while everyone watches you scream my name."
"I've got you. The fact that people may walk up is the fun part sunshine. Let me show you one of the perks of dating a Son." His hands traveled into my jeans and pushed my underwear to the side. The first thought that went through my mind was thank God I showered today. The next thought disappeared as his long fingers entered me while his think stroked my clit.
"You feel so good baby. I can't wait to be inside you for the first time. For this tight little pussy to squeeze my dick like it's doing my fingers." I couldn't respond back to him. I was lost in the pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer to what he told me last night was coming. My pussy was pulsing all around him. I started rocking my hips, chasing the euphoria that I felt last night. All too soon my body released the pressure that had built on it. He smiled and pulled his fingers out of my pants. He smiled at me before shoving them in his mouth and his tongue practically wrapped around his fingers, sucking all of my juices off of them. Holy shit is it possible to get wet so fast after you already came? Maybe I should Google it. Well obviously not right now. Once his hand was clean from the taste from me, he reached down and buttoned my pants back up.
"Hell of a way to make up huh baby doll? Now every time you walk through this park, all you will be able to think about is this moment. How I made you come with people no more than two minutes from us on both sides." My breath was coming out rapidly and my panties we're soaked from my orgasm.
"You never told me,what are the perks of dating a Son?" He grinned at me before we started walking around the park again.
"I just got you so hot and bothered that you let me finger you in public. How's that for a perk?"
We finished the rest of the trail and thankfully I found a bathroom so I could clean up the best I could and remove my panties. I'd rather go commando than walk around with wet panties. Its not easy to hover over a toliet and try to clean yourself by the way. I can't believe I let him do that to me at the freaking park. Does that make me a slut? Should I feel ashamed? I shook my head quickly. I'm not ashamed of what we did. Despite being terrified that someone was going to walk up, that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I stood up and flushed the toilet with my foot and walked out to wash my hands. I tucked the pink lace panties I had on into my front pocket. They were one of my favorite pairs, I definitely didn't want to trash them. I washed my hands quickly and walked out to find Josh leaned up against the brick wall that was surrounding the bathrooms. He pulled me to his chest and kissed me just as hard as he had when we were against the pole.
"I fucking love the taste of you." He ran his hands over my butt pockets of my jeans and then the front pockets until he found what he was looking for—my panties. He snagged them out of my pocket so quickly I hardly had time to stop him. He grinned when he seen they were hot pink.
"Just like the night in the clubhouse huh sunshine?" I blushed but nodded.
"The same pair," he grinned and shoved those in his jeans pocket.
"That makes this even better that you're not getting these back."
"Aww come on! Those are my favorite."
"I'll buy you some more. You're about to enjoy this. You're about to be on my bike after I made you come. You're gonna love this."
a/n: sorry it took so long guys. It took me a week to write this the first time and I accidentally deleted it .I was sooooo pissed because I was finally convinced it was perfect. So this one took longer trying to remember what all I seen happening in my head. Next chapter we get some Josh pov and a talk from Clay. Also we will find out soon enough what was said between Joanne and Josh.