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19. Nineteen

Ninetee n

Harper

W e arrived back at Thomas’s house, deciding it would be easier to drive there rather than back to the Sydney CBD. Pulling into his driveway, I felt the tension from the last few days release. Thomas was quickly becoming my anchor, my grounding safe place. Opening the car door for me, he walked to his front door in silence. He disarmed the security system and turned on the air conditioning before he dragged me into the bedroom, not bothering to let any sunlight into the room.

“We’re sleeping,” he said as he pulled the comforter down and took his clothes off. He slipped between the sheets and held himself up on his elbow, waiting for me to do the same. I stripped off, feeling his gaze on my body, and slowly slid into bed myself, wrapping my limbs around his. His skin was warm from the sunlight, and he smelt like the soft pine vanilla air freshener in his car. We lay in each other’s arms, for the simple reason of wanting to be as close as possible. I fell asleep in an instant; warm, comfortable, and safe.

The next morning, I woke up with one thought in my mind—work. The last conversation I’d had with Harry had not gone well and left a bitter taste in my mouth. As I made my way out to the kitchen, I couldn’t find Thomas anywhere, however, sounds were coming from his shed. After trudging softly through the garden path towards his workshop, I peered through a split in the corrugated tin door. Thomas was standing with both hands resting on either side of the bonnet of his beloved classic car. His ‘baby’ and most cherished possession. He’d taken his shirt off and was standing there, no shoes, in only his rugby shorts. He was staring intently at something in the engine bay, and I could feel his frustration from where I was standing.

“You know, looking at it won’t fix the problem, right?” I commented as I walked into his line of sight. A smile formed on his mouth, and he turned his head to the side to greet me.

“Love a bit of sarcasm in the morning,” he chuckled and pulled me close, planting a good morning kiss on my lips.

“What’s wrong with your baby?” I asked as I watched a bead of sweat drip down his neck.

“I’ve not been giving her proper maintenance. Been too busy looking after another high-maintenance model,” he replied, glancing playfully my way.

I rolled my eyes. “A model with significantly more benefits, wouldn’t you say?” I asked as I moved towards the back of the car. Thomas’s gaze followed me as I undid my silk dressing gown, revealing that I was only wearing panties underneath.

Thomas put down the wrench in his hand. “Significantly.” His eyes wandered over my bare flesh, but he didn’t make a move towards me. Slowly opening the car door, I slid across the tan leather bench seat and lay down. He walked to the open door and stood there, taking in the sight of me, naked on the back seat of his favourite car. With flushed cheeks and a smirk on his face, he put one hand in his shorts and started to slowly stroke himself, encouraging me to do the same. I watched as he slowly pulled his shorts down, baring himself to me. The fact that he couldn’t see all of me, for some reason, made it ten times hotter. From his position, he couldn’t see my top half, only the bottom.

I groaned as I continued to touch myself, matching the pace of his strokes.

“Keep making those sounds for me. I’ll be there soon,” he panted, his voice laced with pleasure. Doing as he said, I closed my eyes and anticipated the feeling of him on me. The warm morning sun was creeping past the window of his car, and I was feeling hot on the inside and out. I felt the stubble on Thomas’s face grazing my inner thigh first.

“Seeing you naked in my car has opened up an entirely new kink for me.” His voice vibrated against my upper thigh now.

“I wasn’t aware you had any kinks,” I said, placing my hand on his sun-lightened hair and caressing his head when he put his mouth on my sensitive entrance. My back automatically arched as he started to touch me and work me with his mouth, his stubble making everything feel even more intense.

“Say my name,” he demanded between breaths.

“Thom—ahh!” I couldn’t get his full name out, as he suddenly came up for air and pressed his body to mine, holding himself up with his arms on either side of my head. As best as he could in the back seat of a car.

“I know you’re ready, Harps,” he said sweetly, moving his hips against mine waiting for me to say yes before he thrust into me, causing us both to call out simultaneously. As we met each other’s pace with tiny movements, I could hear the car’s suspension creaking in between our heated breaths.

“I am so close, sweetheart,” he said, almost in anguish at holding himself back, “tell me you are too. ”

Before I could answer, I felt my orgasm hit and grabbed onto his arms, writhing beneath him. I screamed his name, not caring about how loud I was being. It didn’t matter. After all, no one could hear us for acres. After he finished on my chest, he pulled me out of the car and carried me to his bedroom, both of us laughing as he ran across the hot pavement with me naked in his arms.