“Wallet,” he said hoarsely.
It took some maneuvering for Austin to liberate his wallet from his back pocket, and even more finesse to shove his pants down so they had room to proceed. Mari had never had sex in a car before, and it was a hell of a lot more difficult than she’d thought. The movies made car sex look waaaay easier.
But despite the awkward positioning, and the lack of room, and the fact that her movements were completely restricted, this was exactly where Mari wanted to be. With Austin. In this SUV. Hearing him groan and feeling him shudder as she impaled herself on his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” Austin gripped her hips with both hands, his green eyes focused on her face.
Mari rocked her hips, her eyelids fluttering closed as the first ripples of release danced in her belly. Her heart was beating so fast she feared it would burst right out of her chest, and the pressure between her legs was so unbearable she found herself moving faster, desperate to reach that delicious pinnacle.
The orgasm surfaced the moment Austin rubbed her clit with his thumb. Mari cried out and let the pleasure consume her, resting her chin on Austin’s broad shoulder as wave after wave of bliss surged through her.
“You’re so sexy when you come,” Austin rasped. “So. Fucking. Sexy.” Each word was accompanied by a hard upward thrust.
His fingers dug into her hips, features going taut, and then a flash of pleasure lit his eyes and his cock twitched inside her as he climaxed.
After they’d both caught their breath, Mari slowly climbed off his lap and found that her knees were actually kind of sore.
Austin disposed of the condom in the wad of tissues Mari found in her purse, then zipped up his pants and released a contented sigh. “That was pretty damn amazing,” he told her.
To her amusement, the SUV’s windows had fogged up, which meant the movies were at least accurate about one aspect of car sex.
“Hey, guess what this is,” Mari said with a grin, placing her palm on the window to leave a handprint on the steamy pane.
Austin’s laughter tickled her ears. “What is, the Titanic sex hand, Alex,” he replied in Jeopardy fashion.
Mari’s jaw dropped. “Yes! Where was that swift thinking when we were playing Fast Money, asshole?”
He laughed again. Then, in the blink of an eye, he leaned over the console and nuzzled her neck.
She squeaked in surprise. “Hey! What’s that for?”
“I’m necking,” he retorted, acting more carefree than she’d ever seen him. “Isn’t that what you wanted to do?”
“Um, as I recall, I chose fucking. Which we just did right now. And it was awesome.”
A lopsided grin lifted one corner of his mouth. “Just awesome?”
“Just awesome? Awesome is one of the highest compliments I give out, Bishop. You should feel special.”
The grin widened. “Nah, I think I can do better than awesome.” He promptly turned the key in the ignition. “C’mon, let’s go home so I can prove it to you.”
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Austin was seated in his mother’s kitchen and wishing he were still in bed with Mari, nestled close to her warm body. He was becoming addicted to the quirky redhead, and not just in terms of sex. The woman soothed him like nobody else ever had, and the more he got to know her, the more he liked her. They hadn’t spoken about her plans, or how long she would stick around, but he hoped she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
Except today wasn’t about Mari. It was about this chasm of pain and distance between him and his mother. He had no idea how to open the dialogue between them, and judging by Della’s visible nervousness, she didn’t know what to say either.
Finally, he decided to simply take a book out of his brothers’ pages and get right to the point.
“I’m angry at you for keeping the truth from me,” he said flatly.
Shame crept into her brown eyes. “I know you are, sweetie.”
Austin wrapped his fingers around the coffee mug she’d brought him, hoping the temperature of the hot coffee would seep into his hands, which were cold and shaky.
“Last year you gave me a bunch of reasons about why you did it. I’m sure that at the time, all those reasons felt right to you. And I can accept some of them, I really can.” He swallowed. “Yesterday Nate told me that Dad threatened to take us away from you if you left him. Is that true?”
“It’s true,” she said softly.
“Honestly, knowing that makes it easier to accept why you didn’t tell me, but you could have said something after he died, Mom. After the threat was gone.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“So why the hell didn’t you? I was fifteen years old, damn it.” Bitterness entered his tone. “Didn’t you think I could have benefited from knowing the truth? From having my real father in my life?”