I huff a laugh, still partially in shock as the GPS tells me to make a left. The steering wheel is midturn as I glance over at her again.
“Let me get this straight. Now that you’ve tried me, you’ll move on to another flavor?”
“Yep.”
Damn. And people say men are terrible.
“You’re such a player,” I goad, pulling into the parking lot. “A love ’em and leave ’em type.” She rolls her eyes again, not missing the teasing in my voice, especially as I add, “But don’t worry about me. I won’t bother you with my tears—”
She interrupts with a shit-eating grin.
“Let me guess, you’ll wait until you’re in the shower, listening to early 2000 Ashlee Simpson songs before really falling apart.”
“‘Pieces of Me’ got me through some hard times, Eleanor. Have some respect.”
“Oh. My. God,” she scoffs incredulously. “Give me a break. I’m the player? How many real relationships have you had in the last five months…let alone the last five years?”
I’m parking as she lifts a hand, stopping me from answering.
“Hold on. Let’s make it even easier to answer. Name three girls whose last names you know.” Before I can pop off my retort, she crosses her arms and says, “Women you aren’t related to, Crew.”
My head swings back so that I’m staring past the hood of the car with a smirk on my face, shoulders shaking in acquiescence as she says, “Mm-hmm, exactly. So, shut up. You just don’t like to lose.”
She’s right. I don’t. Who the fuck does, other than losers? I reach down and lace my fingers through hers, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing the top gently.
I’m trying for charming, even though she looks unconvinced. Amused but unconvinced.
“You realize if I win, we both win,” I tease. “And technically, ex-husband should count as a different flavor.” With my lips against her skin, I lift my eyes. “If you let me dip my stick in, I’ll let you lick it off.”
She scream-laughs, tugging her hand away before she takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
“You’re such a guy…you should’ve offered to just lick it, and I would’ve said yes. Now you’re screwed, buddy.”
Buddy? She’s the cruelest little vixen.
She turns away, still smiling as she gets out of the car. But I groan as I exit, tossing my words at her.
“You should work for the military because you definitely specialize in torture.”
She laughs, and I follow suit until my eyes land on Josh. He’s pacing at the top of the empty front steps of the courthouse.
“Your lawyer?” she breathes out as we meet at the front of the car. “He must stay busy with a guy like you as a client.”
I chuckle, but without skipping a beat, I put her in a loose headlock, smiling as she laughs before pulling her toward me so we’re flush.
“Wild Card, listen to me…you can’t blame a guy for trying. For the record, you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever known. Not just anyone can handle Tweedle-Dumbass and Tweedle-Dipshit so well.”
She knows exactly what I’m talking about. Nate and TJ might’ve been guest stars, but the way she worked the three of us over made her spotlight very well deserved. She’s filthy, and we loved…I loved every minute.
Those big eyes of hers stare up, her palms pressed against my chest as my lips barely part. But it’s Eleanor who speaks first.
“You’ll have to tell the Tweedles I said goodbye.”
“Deal,” I whisper, wetting my lips, making no secret about what I want. “But since we’re here…together. Maybe one for the road?” I lift my chin, beckoning her mouth. “You can’t divorce me without a proper goodbye, right?”
She shrugs, a gleam in her eyes, whispering, “I mean, it is a traditional goodbye in many countries…sooo—”
Her fingers curl into my shirt, gathering bits of it as they crawl up my chest, pulling me down toward her as my words hurry out.
“So does that mean yes?”
“Just kiss me goodbye already, QB.”
The smile on my face vanishes because I do just that. My mouth seals over hers, hands cradling her face.
Fuck. She tastes exactly how I remember. Like mint and lavender. Her tongue’s like a fucking dessert, and I can’t get enough. A low rumble shakes my chest as she nips my bottom lip before sucking it, her hands sliding around my body, hugging me.
There’s not a hint of space between us. Not between our mouths or my hardening cock and her stomach. Our heads tilt, lips gliding between each other’s, tongues dancing faster and faster. She’s stealing my breath, and I’m stealing hers because neither of us seems capable of stopping.
We’re fucking. I mean, we’re not, but this kiss feels like we’re fucking.
I’m hovering over her, my fingers tightening in her hair as we stumble backward before hitting the hood of the car. She moans, and I almost lose it.
Her leg lifts, drawing up the side of mine before lowering, and all I want to do is wrap them around my waist and bury my dick inside her like last night. God, the thought of her tight cunt makes me kiss her harder.
She’s clawing into my back as another moan escapes, set free into my mouth. Instinctually, my hands drop to her waist to lift her onto my hood, but Eleanor pushes my chest, humming, “Mm-hmm.”
I immediately break away, creating space between us, and stare down at her, totally breathless, before I chuckle.
“My bad.”
She smiles as my hands still linger by her body, but I’m on a lag, still sucked in by the moment, adrenaline pounding through me, making my heart beat a mile a minute.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
“Damn,” she pants, staring back at me, looking as wild as I feel. “Nobody’ll give us a divorce if they saw that. I’m not sure it looked like the goodbye kiss we were planning.”
I smirk, lifting my fingers to her mouth, wiping away the shine around her lips as I try to control my breathing. Eleanor’s eyes tick down, so I follow, hearing her chuckle.
Shit. Yeah, there’s no missing the outline of my dick in my basketball shorts.
I shrug, looking back at her.
“What can I say? Your mouth puts me in a sexual chokehold—”
Whatever I’m about to say next is lost because Josh shouts my name, making me look over my shoulder. He’s tapping his watch too aggressively, so I look back at Eleanor and smile, whispering, “You think instead of I do, they’ll make us say I don’t?”
She gives me a little push. But as I’m turning, I feel her hand slip into mine, drawing my eyes down to see them joined, making me smile.
Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that.
No commitment, all the fun, and none of the feelings.
eight
“Now I know why the lord gave me one heart and three holes.”
eleanor
Oof, I shouldn’t be holding his hand. I just told him I never double dip, but here I am, prepping to do just that. He’s just so fucking dreamy, and that kiss… If my pussy was previously in a coma, it’s now revived and doing lunges, getting ready for round two.