Crossing Boundaries

Chapter 57

"Yeah, but what the hell were you doing? You completely zoned out. I was calling you for ages," she says, looking at me with concern.

I give her a sheepish grin and adjust my pants—the visible bulge is hard to miss.

She glances down at it and shakes her head. "You are unbelievable," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, baby. It wasn't my fault... in fact, it was yours," I say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"My fault?" she fumes. "How on earth was that my fault?"

I tell her what I had been thinking about, and her face reddens. "So yeah, it's your fault for turning me on so much," I say with a smirk.

"Oh, just drive," she snaps, flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning away from me. I can tell she's embarrassed.

I chuckle at how cute she is and start up the engine again.

We pull up to the school two minutes later.

Lorna, is still shaken from our close call with the cyclist, she tries to make a quick exit from the Jeep. But I jump out quickly and block her, pinning her gently against it.

"Reece, we have to go to school."

"Relax, we've got another ten minutes, baby. Why are you so mad?"

"I'm not mad," she huffs.

"Yes, you are."

"Reece, you almost hit someone because you were thinking about..." She bites her lip, too shy to finish.

"Thinking about what?" I ask, smirking down at her, enjoying her awkwardness.

Lorna is always different when she has a little liquid courage. She'd become bold, sexy, and confident, never shy about telling me exactly how she wanted me to take her. But when she is sober, she reverts to this shy, meek girl, too embarrassed to make the first move—and honestly, I found it adorable.

But make no mistake—whether sober or not, when I'm inside her, she drives me wild. The way her body responds to mine is like a magnet, pulling me in and refusing to let go. Her moans alone could bring any man to his knees, and I'm no exception. Every time, she leaves me wanting more.

"You know what..." she says, trying to push me away.

"Hmm, refresh my memory," I murmur huskily into her ear, causing her breath to hitch.

"Was it the way you begged me to fuck you hard and fast as we fucked each other into the new year, hmm, baby?"

I press against her, letting her feel just how hard she makes me.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't help the way you make me feel," I whisper, my hands sliding to her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "You turn me on so much, that you almost made me cause an accident."

"That is not my fault," she says, trying to squirm free. But I hold her tighter, squeezing her ass again, making her moan. I seize the moment, leaning in to kiss her, and she reciprocates, her lips moving hungrily against mine.

"You know," I whisper, pushing against her more, my arousal building. "We could always skip first period. It's only geography ."

We both hated geography.

"We can't," she whimpers against my lips, though I can tell she wants it as much as I do.

"Plus we actually have English first period not geography, geography is our second period," she says.