Page 35 of Sunday's Best

He eases in with a sharp inhale. No more than an inch, but it’s enough that I feel the stretch everywhere. A shiver racks his body.

Holden pauses there. Luxuriates in the feel of our joined bodies. Whimpers linger in his throat, and when he finally pulls out, it’s to immediately—though slowly—push the tip back in with a resounding grunt.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down me. How good does it feel having the head of my cock inside you?”

“Mmm, good.”

“But you want more.”

Fuck, do I. Giving in to temptation, I roll my hips, forcing him the tiniest bit deeper. One stroke of his cock inside me doesn’t really count as fucking, I don’t think.

“Greedy girl,” he tuts, then drives forward a single time.

I’m enraptured by an all-consuming heat. I cry out, pawing desperately at his broad chest and tugging at the dark-brown hair. He sinks down to suck my nipple into his mouth, pulling an arch out of my spine that wedges his cock impossibly deep inside.

“I can’t take it. Your cunt looks so pretty, a-and the way you’re squeezing my cock, I—” Holden breathes a heady, intoxicating moan right next to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay? You tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He gathers me in his arms, peeling my sweat-slicked back off the leather seat, and holds me as he starts to move. I feel both trapped and the safest I’ve ever been. His mouth claims mine in a tender, sweeping kiss. At the same time, he buries himself so deep, I wonder if I’ll ever not be able to feel him. I worry I’m forever changed.

My hands memorize the heat of his skin, the valley of his spine and the tiny divots just above his ass. I grab his ass and smirk at the tiny curse word he utters through gritted teeth.

“I fucking love being inside you.”

That may as well have been a love confession, the way my insides flip. I catch his mouth with a searing kiss, and we rock together. His cock hits every pleasure point inside me. It’s altogether rough and gentle, and I pay attention to the bliss painted on his face until I can’t focus on anything anymore.

I feel him in every atom of my body, humming while I climb higher and higher toward the edge of another orgasm. I close my eyes and see stars, so vivid and beautiful, I could cry. My stomach tightens, then my legs seize around his waist, with my feet pointed so hard they start to cramp. And all at once, an orgasm hits with the force of a tidal wave, knocking me off my feet and dragging me under.

He doubles down, pulling at my hips to meet each deep, pummeling thrust. My hands roam the back seat, searching for purchase, before opting to grip the edges of the upholstery for dear life. The air is hot and thick, the sounds wet and salacious. The waves keep towing me under, and each time I come up for air, I’m more breathless and limp than I was before.

Holden pulls out of me, and I gasp at the sudden loss. My body seems incomplete without him filling it. With a harsh moan ripped from his throat, he comes in hot, roped spurts all over my stomach and pussy. For a moment, he sags, quietly fighting to catch his breath.

“Sunday,” he whispers. “Bad news.”

I blink rapidly to refocus my vision and prop myself up on my elbows. “What?”

“We broke the ‘no fucking’ rule, and I don’t regret a single second of it.”

I sigh. “Me neither. Does that make us terrible people?”

He shrugs and turns to rummage in the pocket behind the driver’s seat. A second later, he emerges with a package of tissues and silently gets to work cleaning up the mess he made of me.

After a while, he finally speaks up. “You’re not terrible. Like you said, he’s been cheating on you for months. But I’m a piece of shit. He hasn’t always been the best brother, but he also didn’t deserve to have me hoping he’d fuck up so I’d get my chance from the moment you hopped in my truck a few weeks ago.”

I let him help me into my shorts. “You could’ve had a chance a year ago, and every day since. I liked you first, too, but you made it seem like you couldn’t stand me.”

He plucks my hair tie off his wrist and hands it to me, then studies the way I meticulously pull my hair into a high ponytail.

“It was easier than admitting I was pissed at my brother for having the one thing I wanted. And I thought if you decided I was an asshole, we’d never find ourselves in a situation like… well, like this.” His palm settles onto the top of my thigh. “Now here we are, and my only regret is that I didn’t fight for you back then.”

But we can fight for this now.

Screw waiting until the end of summer. I’m breaking up with Logan as soon as we get home. I’ll move back in with my mom. It’s only short term, so I’ll find a way to handle it. The boys will be on the road for the rest of the summer, and once they’re back, Holden and I can be together for real. Enough time will have passed, we’ll have plausible deniability. Logan won’t even be mad—okay, less mad—by then.

Holden’s thumb brushes my chin, and he leans in to kiss me softly. “If you want me now⁠—”

“I do.”