Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

GAbrIEL

Kat is already standing in the shade near the door by the time I get there. “Were you waiting long?” I ask her, shifting my duffle bag higher on my shoulder.

“No. Only a few minutes,” she says. “Jen dropped me off. My car’s in the shop.”

“I’ll give you a ride home when we’re done.”

She flashes me a smile. “Thanks.”

She looks good. Tight spandex hugs her curves. Her pregnancy isn’t showing yet. She’s wearing light blue yoga pants and an extra-long strappy sports bra to match. Kat looks good enough to eat.

I put a hand on the small of her back and get the door. “Let’s go sign in.”

The worker checking everyone into the gym smiles at us. I hold my card to the reader, then sign her in as my guest and pay for her day pass with my phone.

“Oh, I could have gotten it,” she says.

As if there was any chance I’d let her pay for our first date. “Don’t be silly. I’m the one who asked you to join me. Come on, the classes are on the fourth floor.” I grab two rolled towels from the stack and lead her to the elevators.

“This gym is insane,” she says, looking around before getting on the elevator. “I heard it’s really expensive.”

Normally it is. “I get a huge discount because I work for the hospital. We send patients here for rehab and PT.”

The elevator beeps and the doors open.

“What do you do at the hospital?” she asks.

“I’m a physician’s assistant.”

“I didn’t know that was a job. Do you like it?”

“I do,” I answer. “I like working thirty-six hours a week and helping the trauma team and surgeons.”

Kat shivers. “Writing about blood and gore is one thing. I don’t think I could handle seeing it in real life.”

Kat’s adorable. I’m beginning to see why Liam was so drawn to her, even without the scent match driving him wild. There’s something about her that drives up the protective instincts. The elevator jostles to a stop before I can think of a response.

We get out on our floor and find the right studio for our yoga class. It’s a prenatal yoga class, and getting into it is difficult because it’s popular. I had to sweet talk the instructor into squeezing us in.

We take our shoes and socks off and store them in a cubby outside, then walk in barefoot. There are mats for the students to use. I get her one and a resistance band and blocks, then help her set up her station. Folding chairs have already been set out to mark the spots for students, and about half of them have already arrived.

We sit together, mimicking the others. She sits cross-legged while I sit behind her, giving her support. I take the opportunity to study her while the both of us wait.

With her hair up in a ponytail, I can see the old mating marks that Matthew swears he saw the other night. It’s true. She’s been mated before.

Kat looks over her shoulder at me. “I don’t think I’m showing enough for this class,” she whispers.

The pregnant women and male omegas here are further along than she is. Their partners touch and cradle their big bellies. I reach around and do the same. “This class is hard to get into. It’s good to start early.”

She lets me hold her, stiff at first, then leaning against me for back support. I rub her belly where our tiny bean is nestled safely in her womb and growing. It’s flat for now. Only a hint of softness that says she’s healthy and fertile. But soon she’ll start to show. I can’t wait.

“When’s your next scan?” I ask her.

“Twenty weeks, so a while. I’m only eight weeks along right now.”

“We’d all like to be there, if that’s okay with you.” Matthew and I weren’t allowed to attend the first one to confirm the heartbeat and due date. The clinic wouldn’t let us since we weren’t involved with the breeding. I don’t want to miss all of our baby’s milestones.

“Of course,” she answers.

The instructor comes in and starts giving instructions, explaining how this works for the new people in the class. Kat sits upright and listens intently. I’m a bit more distracted. From my vantage spot behind her, I can see right down her sports bra. It’s a bit too tight for her. Her breasts are already getting bigger.

The instructor dims the light and turns on gentle new age music. “And now for the partners, your job is to provide support. Pregnancy affects a person’s center of gravity and balance as the baby develops. Let’s start with some breathing exercises to develop nice, healthy lungs before we move into tree pose. ”

Kat is right. The class is slightly awkward with her flat stomach. But I don’t mind the excuse to spend time with her. Or touch her. I want her to be connected to all of us, not just Liam. Whether that’s strictly friendship or something more is up to her, but it’s important she knows I’m here for her. However she wants me. We all are.

When she moves into tree pose and tries to stand on one leg, she wobbles. I catch her before she topples over. Kat hangs onto me as I get her upright again, providing support while her ankle wobbles again. “Shit, this is hard,” she whispers.

“You’ll get stronger,” I promise her. It’s a weekly class, and I’ve worked it out with the other PAs on my team to always have Tuesdays off.

When it’s time for floor work, she doesn’t need me as much. That means I get to stare at her shapely ass while she arches and scoops her back in the cat-cow pose.

“Don’t enjoy this too much,” she mumbles.

Grinning, I splay my hand across her lower back and make her dip lower, pushing her ass up higher. “What do you mean?”

She twists and gives me a knowing look while I smile.

“Now lay your chest down and twist, bringing one arm through. This is called threading the needle. If it’s not comfortable to be that low, you can use a block. This is prenatal yoga so we’re focusing on opening up that pelvis. Making a nice, healthy core to help with the baby’s birth.”

Kat watches the instructor, then moves into the pose. I stroke her back, brushing lightly over her ass, then drag my hand back up to her ribs.

For the warrior and goddess poses, I actually have to do more than tease her. Her balance is shit. It’s a good thing we’re starting this early. I don’t want her falling once her belly’s bigger.

“Now we’ll end in a nice, easy seated pose. Bring your hands together, and if you’d like to set an intention for the day, do so now.” The instructor pauses, giving people time to meditate. “Om,” everyone says, dragging the sound out until they run out of breath.

“I feel taller,” she says after I’ve helped her stand. “That was harder than I thought it would be.”

I’m glad she liked it. Matthew hates the gym and Liam barely has to do more than think about weight lifting to bulk up. It’ll be nice to have a workout buddy. “Stretching is good for you. And it’ll help with the aches later. Do you want to see the rest of the gym? There’s a pool.”

“A pool?” she asks, excited. “Absolutely.”

I make a mental note to sign us both up for a water aerobics class sometime. I look good in a swimsuit. She definitely won’t be able to resist me then.

“And there’s a hot tub, but you can’t use that until after you have the baby. There are steam rooms and a dry sauna in each locker room.” I take her around the gym, showing her the running track that circles the room of weight machines. There’s a smaller room filled with free weights, and there are eight studios for yoga, pilates, and aerobics. The pool and hot tub take up the entire bottom level, and there are indoor courts for various sports as well as a tennis, basketball, and pickleball court outside. A juice bar with small alcoves for people to rest or get some work done on the wi-fi takes up half of the second floor. Physical therapy and outpatient rehab spaces occupy the other half.

“It’s a beautiful fitness center,” she says. “Did you want to work out? I know you’re not just here for the mommy-baby yoga.” She eyes me before looking away as if she’s self-conscious.

Has she been looking? The thought gives me hope. I trust Liam’s nose. If he says she’s pack, then I believe him. Besides, it’s nice to not be the newest packmate. Matthew and Liam have known each other for so long that sometimes it’s hard to not feel slightly intimidated by the depth of their history.

I bring her back to the weight room and show her how to use the machines, resetting the weight down to the lowest setting, slowly adding more until I see what she can handle. Once she’s set, I find another machine and move the pin down.

Building muscle as a beta is hard work. Alphas seem to pack on muscle simply by thinking about exercise. For everyone else, it takes determination and perseverance. After ten machines, I’ve sweated through my shirt. I move around to the chin up bar and whip my shirt off, tucking it in the waistband of my shorts. I grab the bar and start doing pull ups.

While I’m working, I look for her among the machines. Kat’s sitting on the bicep curl, staring at me, while a middle-aged man hovers nearby for his turn, annoyed. I wink at her as I pull myself up again and she turns pink.

She’s not the only woman sneaking glances. I tighten my abs while pulling myself up, then shift to the side to work my obliques. Women linger near the stretching station by the pull-up bar. It’s nice to be admired. To have all of my hard work appreciated. As a beta, I’ve always had to work harder to be fit. Kat can admire me as much as she wants. I like knowing that she’s interested in me too and not just our alpha.

But how interested is she? I’m itching to test that. To see if she wants me, too.

When Kat’s done with her workout, she comes to join me. I drop from the pull-up bar and put my hand on her back. “Let’s find a quiet corner.”

I bring her to a classroom that’s not being used today and lay a mat down on the floor. She eyes it warily. “What’s this for?”

“You need to stretch or you’ll be sore. I’ll help you. ”

“Uh-huh,” Kat says skeptically. But she sits down on the mat and starts working on her leg muscles. When she twists into a hip crossover, I push her leg a little further and assess her hip bones to make sure she’s opening up her pelvis properly.

“You just want another excuse to touch my ass,” she says, eying me.

“It’s a nice ass.” I grin and stare at her cute butt. “Does it bother you?”

She thinks for a moment. “No.”

I push a smidge harder, using my other hand as a counterpressure. Her hip joint cracks, releasing tension.

“Oh, shit. That was amazing.” Kat’s groan of relief gives me dirty thoughts. It makes me wonder if that’s what she’ll sound like when I’m buried deep inside her and making her feel good.

“Can you do the other side?” she asks innocently.

I pop her other hip, then notice the damp spot on her light yoga pants. Is that sweat or arousal? I drag my hand down between her legs, rubbing over her pussy. Her yoga pants have the diamond shape at the crotch instead of the flat seam. It’s a perfect target.

“How about here? Is there tension here?” I ask.

Her eyelids flutter while I massage her pussy, rubbing up and down. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to relieve it?” I ask, pressing her yoga pants into her cleft while I rub. Say yes. Meu Deus, please say yes. Please say you want me, too.

She glances around the empty classroom, then nods. I grab her under her hips and tug her onto her back. Spread her thighs so her legs are bent on either side of me while I kneel between them. Once she’s settled, I zero in on her pussy again.

I rub her diamond-shaped seam, pressing my thumb into her slit. Is she wearing panties under them? A thong? I didn’t see a panty line during yoga. God knows I was staring at her ass enough to tell.

Liam says pregnant omegas are insatiable and needy. God, I hope that’s true. I’m gonna make her fall in love with me one orgasm at a time until the thought of walking away from us is unbearable. Because I think she could be perfect for us. She could be exactly what our pack needed.

Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and her breath catches. Her breasts push together making a pretty Y shape at the top of her bra. Her tits are natural. A perfect handful. I reach my other hand up and palm one, squeezing it.

She flinches and I could kick myself. She’s pregnant. They’re probably sensitive. I settle for teasing her nipple instead. Circling the ring of her areola as it puffs up, swelling from her arousal. Her nipple hardens into a firm peak that tents the fabric of her sports bra.

“Does that feel good, meu docinho ?”

“What does that mean?” she asks instead of answering me. Her hips flex. She grinds her pussy harder against my hand.

“Hmm… It means you’re sweet. My sweetie.”

“I like that,” she sighs, her hips rolling with the movement of my hand. Making a rhythm.

The damp spot spreads on her fitted yoga pants. I dig them into her, soaking more of it. Watching it darken. I rub her firmer. Faster. She moans and her hands fidget on the yoga mat. Her breathing gets louder and faster.

The door of the studio opens, and I twist to look over my shoulder. There are two middle-aged women standing there, looking confused. “Is this the aerobics class with Marie?”

Kat chokes on a moan, but I don’t stop rubbing her. They can’t see anything really while I’m blocking their view of her. I stroke my thumb up and down her wet slit, going over where I know her clit must be. Again. And again .

“No, it’s not,” I tell them. “I think that’s down the hall in studio one.”

“Oh. What are you doing in here?” one of the ladies asks.

I think fast, coming up with an excuse. “Crunches. She’s taking a quick break.”

“I can hear her panting. You’re really working her hard. Are you a new personal trainer?” one asks.

“I could use a trainer,” the other woman adds.

I flash them a smile, and keep rubbing Kat’s pussy. “No. I’m her boyfriend.” I love the way that sounds. It makes me want to say it again.

The other woman says something like lucky and the door closes as they go searching for their class.

“Fuck,” Kat whines once they’re gone. She bites her lip and lets out a filthy moan.

If she was wearing a tennis skirt, I would. But I’m not as ballsy as Liam. And I really don’t want to get banned from my gym. “Later,” I promise her.

Kat groans, her nipples rock hard and her hips grinding. I rub her faster until she stiffens. Until her breath catches and her muscles tense. She’s about to come and her body won’t let her move. All she can do is lie there and take it, then fall to pieces against my hand.

Her head arches back and she comes, slick soaking the crotch of her leggings. It stains her leggings with an obvious dark spot.

Oops. We’re gonna have a hard time hiding that.

She pants and lies there, spent, her legs falling wider apart as she recovers. I give her pussy one last fond rub, then take one of her legs and bend it toward her chest.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning.

“Stretching you. ”

“I didn’t think you were serious about that.” With a grunt, she lets me do it.

“I’m always serious when it comes to health and fitness.” I put her through a series of gentle stretches so she won’t get sore. I do the same while she watches, then pull her up from the floor.

I hand her my shirt.

“What’s this for?” she asks.

“To cover you.” I point to her crotch where her arousal has soaked through the light material and made it darker.

“Ah, fuck.”

“We should probably get you some darker workout clothes.” And a tennis skirt. Several of them.

She puts my shirt on and it dwarfs her, the hem going halfway down her thighs. It’s cute. Like it’s oversized on purpose. And the blend of our pheromones plus her arousal is going to drive Liam insane. I can’t wait.

“Let’s go, meu docinho. You’ve earned a smoothie.”

Kat makes a face and follows me out, down to the floor with the snack bar. “Can they make toast?”

“They serve sandwiches and wraps, so probably.” I know it’s hard, but I wish she’d eat more than carbs. What brand of prenatal vitamins is she taking? Some brands are better than others.

I get her toast and a strawberry banana yogurt smoothie, then order one with coconut, pineapple, and their energized protein powder for myself. We eat at the tables and people-watch. All sorts of folk come to this gym since it has medical services too. I think they even do medical massages somewhere.

“Done?” I ask when she’s drunk half her smoothie and there’s nothing but crumbs left on her plate.

“Yeah.” I throw our trash out and lead her out to the front. We drop our used towels off in the enormous laundry basket .

I unlock my car and open the door for her, then close it once she’s in and go around. With the windows cracked and the AC pumping, it cools down quickly as I drive her back home. Once I’m on the main road, I reach over and take her hand, holding it. She squeezes it and turns in her seat to look at me.

“I still don’t know much about you guys,” she says. “Doing things backward like this is… It’s been odd.”

How we met was unconventional, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. I like to think that everything happens for a reason even if we don’t know what that reason is at the moment. It’s easy to expect the worst of life. Especially when you’ve seen the trauma and misery that I’ve seen because of my job. It’s harder to have faith. But isn’t that what faith is? Belief in spite of the way things seem.

“You want to know more about me?” I ask her.

“Yeah.”

I think about what to tell her while I navigate traffic. “I was born in Brazil, but I barely remember it. My parents immigrated here when I was a child. I was held back in school for a year while I learned enough English to attend regular classes. My parents decided that it was best to speak only English at home so we’d assimilate faster. By the time I learned enough English to be in regular classes, I was a year older and bigger than the other kids. That made it harder for me to make friends at first.”

Kat makes a sympathetic noise and squeezes my hand for support. She’s empathetic and kind. I like that about her.

“A few kids made fun of the food I brought from home, so I asked my parents for lunch money instead. I wanted to fit in. To hurry up and become American. I learned how to be what people expected. At the time, I didn’t realize that I was giving up parts of myself and my heritage that I’d one day struggle to get back. The truth is, that being a son of immigrants made me feel like I never truly belonged to either world. I wasn’t American enough for Americans and I wasn’t Brazilian enough for Brazilians. Like I had one foot in each country but didn’t belong in either. It took me a long time to figure out who I am and decide that I’m the one who gets to choose where I want to belong. Finding my pack helped ground me.”

“I can’t imagine what that was like,” she says after a moment of silence. “It must have been so hard.”

I like that she hears me, but doesn’t try to erase the pain of my childhood. That she doesn’t offer empty platitudes. Instead, she listens.

“It was hard, but it was worth it. I like to think that things work out the way they should if we let them. That all the bad and hurt is worth the good. Because in the end, it led me to my pack. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything. It took a long time, but I finally found my home.”

“That sounds nice,” she says wistfully. A peek at her shows me that she’s looking out the window.

Should I push? My heart rate picks up at the thought. I don’t want to blow it. But I don’t want to sit on the sidelines either while Liam gets to enjoy our new packmate all to himself either.

“I hope you’ll find your home with us too,” I tell her.

Kat ducks her head and makes a noncommittal noise, but her tiny wistful smile tells me she likes the idea. It’s okay if she’s not ready to admit it to herself yet. I don’t know what her old pack did to her, but I’m looking forward to erasing every single doubt from her head. Liam said that omegas need constant touch and sex while they’re settling into their pack. I’m more than happy to take one for the team and reassure her about how badly we want her.

“It’s okay if you need time, sweetheart,” I say. “I’ll believe it for both of us until then.” At the next red light, I bring our clasped hands to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. Her skin is so damn soft and underneath her sweat and faint pheromones I smell her body wash and shampoo. It makes me hard.

“What about you?” she asks.

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you… You didn’t come. Don’t you want to?” She eyes my lap where my semi tents my workout shorts.

Liam wasn’t exaggerating about her love of car sex, I guess. I was going to wait until we got back to her place, then suggest we take a shower together. But if she doesn’t want to wait then I’m not going to complain.

“Good idea, meu docinho. ” There’s a spot not far from here that might work. I turn off at the next intersection, then go a ways down the road until I pick up a backroad.

“Where are we going?” she asks, looking out the window.

“There’s a trail I used to jog on that nobody really uses.”

I tug my hand free and work it down the waistband of her yoga pants. A thong. This girl’s gonna fucking kill me. I slip under her thong. Her pussy’s still wet. Perfectly slick and ready for me and what I’ve got in mind.

“Take my shirt off,” I order. I want to see her breasts.

She does it, wiggling out of the shirt under her seatbelt and tossing it into the backseat. Spreads her legs wider for me too. I work two fingers between her lips, find her clit, and rub until she’s panting and fidgeting again.

By the time she starts to grind, we pull up on our destination. A seldom-used hiking trail with a tiny parking lot off an old country road. I found this place once by accident. The trail’s okay. No spectacular views. I think that’s why nobody really comes here.

I pull my hand out of her panties and slide my seat back, making room. Then I take my seatbelt off and push my shorts down. My cock springs free, aching and ready. I pat my thigh. “Come ride me.”

“I don’t know if I’m flexible enough for this,” she says.

“We’ll work on this every Tuesday too.”

She snorts and undoes her seatbelt. “Like a standing dick appointment? Sexercise?”

“Exactly.” I pat my lap and wait expectantly.

Kat creeps awkwardly across the car. I help her climb onto my lap, pulling her pants down in the process. The round globes of her sweet ass on my thighs are heaven. I pull her thong to the side. It’s light pink. So cute and sexy. This girl’s definitely gonna be the end of me.

“The angle’s weird,” she complains while hovering and using the steering wheel for balance.

There’s nothing wrong with the angle. I brush my cock against her wet slit, soaking it in her juices. And then I notch it at her entrance and thrust inside, pulling her onto my lap so she’s sitting on me.

She moans as I bottom out inside her.

“Angle seems fine to me,” I tell her, using her hips to lift her up and down on my cock. God, her pussy is so damn good. Tight, wet, and ready. There’s no need to prep. No careful planning or skipping dinner. Just pull her panties to the side and sink all the way in. A soaking wet hole ready for cock. So fucking easy.

“You feel so damn good,” I tell her. “Such a good girl. Your pussy’s so wet for me.”

“Oh, God,” she moans, abandoning the steering wheel to lean on the dash instead. “Don’t stop.”

The only downside to this position is I can’t watch her pretty breasts bounce while I fuck her. Next time. Next time I’ll make her straddle my lap so I can suck on her nipples while we fuck .

Her ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust. I watch it in amazement, addicted to seeing how hard she’s taking my cock. She’s delightfully squishy in all the right places.

“Gabriel,” she moans.

I love the sound of my name on her lips. Love her breathy pants. Her stifled moans. Watching her lose control, making her need me. Making her crave me and how good I can make her feel. Who needs a knot? I can make her come without one.

I’m really looking forward to our weekly gym sessions.

Our body heat fogs the windows despite the AC’s attempts to cool it down while idling.

With one hand wrapped around to stroke her clit, I fuck her hard. Fast. Thank God she’s short or her head might hit the car’s ceiling. I thrust with my hips, summoning every ounce of strength in my legs to fuck her raw. Thank God it wasn’t leg day today.

Her thighs quiver. Shake. Her soft, rounded skin ripples. Each breath of hers comes out more ragged. More desperate.

“That’s it, meu docinho .” I strum her clit, no mercy. “Come on my cock.”

As if she’s obeying my command, or she was waiting for permission, Kat comes. She cries out, her walls clamping down. Fluttering on my cock. It’s too much. Too tight and perfect.

My balls pull tight against my body. I spread my thighs wider and thrust deeper, slower. I come, cock pulsing. Balls emptying. My cock jerks inside her, and my thrusts turn languid. I pump cum into her, driving it in deep with each milking thrust.

We sit there, recovering, while birds chirp outside and the wind blows through the trees.

Next time I’ll take her into the woods, strip us both naked, and fuck her up against a tree. Exactly as nature intended. I’ll rut her raw and fill her till her pussy’s dripping .

“Fuck, meu docinho. ” I pet her, my fingers making circles on her exposed skin. “That was good.”

“Mmm.”

She’s languid in my arms. Sweet and pliable. I cradle her, letting her calm down. Watch her breathing return to normal. I kiss her temple, taking a moment to enjoy whatever shampoo she uses. Girls always have the best-smelling hair. That’s probably my favorite thing about them.

She leans back against me and I rub her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. All mine for the moment. But I won’t mind sharing her. In fact I can’t wait for the day when Liam and I split her between us. It’s someone else’s turn to be the spit roast, and Matthew always seems to weasel out of it.

“That was so good,” I say, rubbing her arms. Her belly. Cradling her, because she’s precious.

“Best workout ever,” she sighs.

I huff out a laugh. “Cardio is good for the baby.”

“Oh yeah? Is that doctor’s orders?”

“Yes. At least thirty minutes a day three times a week.”

“Only three?” she asks, teasing me.

“Minimum.” I grin and grind her pussy down on my softening cock. “More is better.”

“Mmhmm. I’ll bet it is.”

“You liked it,” I goad her. “You like being naughty. Nearly getting caught.”

After a brief pause, she admits it. “I do.”

I squeeze her round thighs. “So do we.”

“Even Matthew?” she asks.

Ah. “Matthew takes more time to get to know someone before he thinks of them like that. But don’t let that fool you. He’s the most perverted one of all.”

“Liam said he’s demisexual. I want you all to know I won’t push him. ”

She’s sweet. Sweet enough to eat. I nip her shoulder, then smooth the sting with a kiss. “He likes you.”

“He does?” Her tone is surprised.

“Mmhmm. But he’s banned you from his kitchen. It’s for your own safety.”

She laughs, and my softening cock nearly dislodges from her wet pussy. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. I don’t mind at all if he wants to do all of the cooking.”

“He loves to feed us. That’s how he says he cares. Why do you think I spend so much time at the gym?”

I wait for her to move when she’s ready. Once she’s recovered, I reach back and grab my shirt from the backseat and hand it to her. “Clean up with this.”

Kat rises, my softening cock sliding free. She rubs the T-shirt between her thighs, then fixes her panties and pants. I help her collapse into her seat, then use the dirty shirt to wipe my cock. I tuck my cock away and fix my seat and mirrors.

The car sex was messy, but I’m glad she’s already pregnant. That means I don’t have to worry about condoms. Liam is the one who wanted to be the biological father. I don’t care much either way. This means a lot more impromptu fun for me.

“We could use a shower, hmm?” I ask her. Maybe my plan for shower sex doesn’t need to be postponed. Why not? In fifteen minutes I can be ready to go again.

“I got sweatier than I thought I would.”

Once we’re both situated and buckled in, I pull back onto the road and head toward her place.

She’s quiet for a stretch. “You know what I realized?”

“Hmm?” I ask, concentrating on the road now that there’s more traffic.

“We fucked and you came inside me, but we haven’t kissed yet. ”

She’s right. A fact I’m happy to rectify immediately as we pull up at a red light. “How thoughtless of me.”

“It is,” she agrees. Cheeky girl.

I reach over the console and thread my hand through her sagging ponytail, using it as a grip to pull her forward. I claim her mouth, kissing her slow and sweet. Tasting every inch of her. Her lips part for me like a good girl.

A car honks behind us, and I realize the light’s turned green.

Hitting the accelerator, I head toward her home and, more importantly, her shower. I owe her a makeout session. Nobody said we couldn’t be naked and wet too.