Iris

We were doing this. Garrett and I were playing hooky and spending an entire week together. Alone. I shouldn't be nervous considering I'd spent an entire weekend with the man in a hotel room together, and the last twenty-four hours being screwed senseless. But somehow, this felt more intimate. Purposeful. Before we had tripped into temptation. We were running head first at it now.

"You okay?" He asked, reaching over the console and gripping my hand. "You're not still stressing over the PTO thing, are you? I told you it's fine."

"Ha, no. I'm fine. Why?"

"You seem tense, and after our last road trip together..." Garrett trailed off, reminding me I'd never cleared the air about my meltdown.

"As long as we don't end up in a ditch again, I'll be fine." I aimed for teasing and fell dreadfully short. When he removed his hand and placed it back on the wheel, I sighed. "I'm sorry. Please don't take offense. It's just..."

A lump formed in my throat. It had been over ten years, and I still struggled to talk about it. Maybe it was time.

"You don't have to share anything you don't want to."

I appreciated the sentiment, but I heard the bitterness in his tone. It bothered him to think I was keeping secrets. A stone dropped into my stomach. If only he knew this wasn't the secret he should be worried about.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was a senior in college. They swerved to miss a deer and went over a guardrail."

"Shit. Ivy—"

"No, wait. Iv—Iris and I were in the car. I was asleep, and I woke up when the water started filling the car. My mom...I don't think she ever had a chance, but my dad got me and my sister out. He never resurfaced after he pulled me out."

Garrett blinked rapidly, reminding me how I behaved when I was about to cry, but surely, he wasn't fighting back tears. Signaling, he pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station and twisted to look at me.

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

He hit his fist on the steering wheel, and the late afternoon sunlight flooded his face, highlighting a single, shimmering tear track. I gaped. He was crying. For me.

"I was so irritated because I thought you were mad at me. When really, I'd just made you relive the worse trauma of your life."

"You couldn't know, and I didn't tell you because people always look at me with pity. I didn't want to see pity in your eyes, and in a few hours, I was okay. That's just how life works. We all have our hangups. As perfect as you are, I'm sure you have a few."

A bitter laugh escaped him. "You have no idea. When I was a kid, they expelled me from several schools because I had an anger problem. My mom was a single parent, and I pushed her to her limits. But I was mad because my dad abandoned us. It took a lot of therapy, and there are times I slip. Like in the park. Parker is one of my closest friends, but I wanted to punch him. It's why I like rules and control."

"Hmm." Ivy nodded, turning a dark strand of hair between her fingers. "Look at us. We are actually talking."

"Well, how about that?"

He cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine with a sweetness that stole my breath. It was something we hadn't done a lot of since we started sleeping together, and when we did kiss, it was with such passion and ferocity that I felt like we were trying to consume one another. It was hot as hell, but it had nothing on this single, light touch.

"I need to know something," he said when we parted.

"What do you need to know?"

"This weekend and this trip...If it's just about the chemistry between us, I can live with it. I won't like it, but I can accept it. That being said, I don't want it to be. I don't want it to end when we leave the cabin, but I need to know now which one it is."

Tell him. Tell him the truth now before the damage is irreparable.

"I don't want it to end, either. I've never felt anything like this before."

"Thank god," he breathed, resting his forehead against mine.

"But... the chemistry part isn't bad, either," I joked, earning a soft chuckle from him.

Unbuckling my seat belt, I pushed him back into his seat and climbed into his lap. He responded by adjusting the seat to give me more room. I watched his pupils dilate as I unbuckled his pants, and when I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock, only a slim ring of green was visible.

"You know what I've never done," I told him, working my hand up and down, still in awe at the sense of power I felt when I touched him. But it was nothing to how good I felt when he was inside of me.

Eyes closed and head pressed into the seat, he responded breathlessly. "What is that?"

"Had sex in a car." I squeezed as I pulled, and he bucked his hips up as far as they could go in the confined space.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing under the skirt I'd put on this morning. Fingers dug into my tender flesh the moment he discovered my little secret. That I'd conveniently not worn panties because I had hoped to find ourselves in this exact scenario.

"There's a condom inside the console."

As soon as it was on, I lifted my hips and angled him at my center. Being on top wasn't something I'd been brave enough to do yet, but I didn't have a choice. So used to him forcefully driving himself into me, I took my time sinking onto his cock, savoring every inch as it filled me.

When I was seated fully, I gave an experimental roll of my hips, earning a groan from Garrett. Spurred on by approval, I placed one hand on the console and the other against the driver side door and rode him at a steady, easy pace.

"You look like a fucking goddess," he said, pulling down my top and bra so my breasts spilled out. "I could watch you make yourself feel good all day."

"I'm so close," I whispered, every stroke grinding against my clit and making me see fireworks.

Panting, I dropped my hands to his shoulders and increased my speed, needing more friction. Garrett responded by latching onto a nipple and sucking hard. That was all I needed to detonate, and while my pussy fluttered around his cock still, he sat up and hooked his arm around my waist. My hands went to the roof to protect my head as he thrust upward, pounding into me until he came with a hoarse cry.

When I had situated myself in my seat, my thighs slick with my come, I watched him tie off the condom and dispose of it into a grocery bag we were using for garbage. He pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up, hiding it from my hungry gaze, and I decided then that I wanted to feel him inside of me without the barrier of a condom.

Blue lights flooded the cab of the car, yanking me out of my dirty fantasy. Garrett's eyes went wide, and he laughed as we watched a police officer approach the car.

"Talk about perfect timing," he said.