Snapshot (Lessons in Love Book 2)

After Colton shifts into park, he unbuckles as he pivots in the driver’s seat to address us. He smiles sweetly at Lennox, then narrows his eyes at me. “I still expect payment for my time if I’m waiting in here for you guys to grocery shop. And you should pick up cooler bags if you buy anything cold. I don’t know when traffic is going to let up. Don’t want your spoiled milk in my car.”

“Fair point,” Lennox adds.

“Get out,” I snap.

“Wow, man. You talk to your lady like that?” Colton asks.

Pressing my fingers against my temple, I grumble, “You, Colton. Get out. I’m sure you can figure out a way to kill thirty minutes in Walmart.”

“Uh, no,” he sasses back as he rubs his bare arms. What kind of man wears a cut-off gym shirt with a suit jacket? Am I that out of touch, or is this seriously considered fashion? The day my stylist starts stocking my closet with cutoffs, she’ll be looking for a new job.

“I need to have a private conversation with my wife. Go into Walmart and fill one cart with whatever the hell you want. Doesn’t matter the cost. When I’m finished, I’ll meet you at checkout and pay for it all.”

He rolls his eyes, but I know he’s intrigued by the offer. He was compliant the moment I handed him half a grand to take me and Lennox home. “I know what ‘private conversation’ means. I’d rather you just give me more cash.”

“I made you an offer,” I say flatly. “Take it or leave it.”

“Fine,” he huffs out as he drops his car keys into the cupholder. Then, he opens his door. “Don’t ruin my leather. I’ll be charging for any incidentals.”

“The way this kid thinks he’s driving a Bugatti or something,” I grumble to Lennox, eyes on Colton until he disappears through the sliding door of the supercenter.

“This is a nice SUV, Dex. For us poor people anyways.”

I reach over her legs and release her buckle. With my hand firmly wrapped around her hip, I guide her onto my lap. For a moment, I ignore her crotch pressed against mine, causing my cock to pulse. We’ll get to that. I need a moment to explain to Lennox what she clearly doesn’t understand.

I smooth out her long, purple locks, tucking her thick hair behind her ears. Then, I press my hand against her chest, feeling her heart beating fast. “You’re wealthy in the ways that matter.”

“Ah, a rich man’s mantra,” she teases.

“I’m serious. Money doesn’t make me a better person. Wealth has never made me feel confident that I’m doing the right things with my life.”

I don’t know how she does it, but Lennox smiles with her heart. Her lips glide into an upward curve and I know when she’s looking at me like this, she’s genuinely happy. I want to freeze this look on her face permanently. “What makes you feel confident, Mr. Hessler?”

“The times I feel lost in myself, I think about you. Every time I have a good dream, it’s about you. When I don’t know where I belong, you remind me.”

She traces the outline of my lips gently. Lennox stares into my eyes, but I know she’s looking deeper. Maybe she’s searching for all the pieces of me I’ve been hiding from her. “You’re right where you belong. With me.”

“Shouldn’t have taken us so long,” I murmur.

“Maybe we had to have what wasn’t enough first. So, when we finally got together, it’d be⁠—”

“Forever?”

“Is that what you want?” she asks. “Because I thought this marriage was about your company.”

“Len, this marriage can mean whatever you want it to mean. As long as I can keep you. Whatever you want.” I say the last line against her lips. Her skin is smooth. My fingers glide underneath her top, up the divot of her back. She raises her arms in the air so I can strip off her tank top. I barely pinch the fabric of her bra together before it effortlessly unhooks, like the clasp is begging to be freed. I kiss below her collarbone as I pull her bra straps down over each shoulder.

Her arms are clamped against her ribs, holding her bra in place. It gives me time to glance at the tiny “Charlie” tattoo she never had the money to remove. Running my finger over his name, I say, “I’m getting rid of this.”

“You want me to get a Dex tattoo instead?” she asks with a chuckle.

“No. I don’t need to put my name on your body to claim you.”

“Then how are you going to claim me? A fancy ring?”

I yank her bra off, discarding it to the side.

Suddenly, she’s sheepish. Covering her breasts with one arm, she looks nervously out the window. “I don’t want to get in trouble. This is a public parking lot.”

“We’re alone and these windows are tinted way past regulation. Not to mention, most cops are willing to look the other way for the right price.”

“You’d pay a cop off just to screw me in a car?” We shouldn’t be doing this in a rideshare for the first time, but we’ve wasted too much time already. I don’t feel like I can wait another minute.

“I’d pay the world off to keep you in this moment.” I pull her arm away from her bare chest, catching her fleshy tit in one hand. I cradle it like a treasure while running my thumb over her dark, firm nipple. “What are you thinking about?”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

I release her tit and lean back. “Am I fucking this up?” I shake my head. I thought I was being passionate. Lennox isn’t a wine-and-dine kind of girl. She likes spontaneity and being lost in a moment. “I’m trying to show you how bad I’ve wanted you all this time. But maybe I shouldn’t be undressing you in a car.”

“No, not that,” she assures me. “The fact that you can’t wait until we get home is such a turn-on. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about you ripping my clothes off, pinning me against a wall, pulling my hair, and telling me all sorts of dirty things. I always pictured us being explosive.”

I weave my fingers in her hair and playfully tug. “That can be arranged.”

“But right now…”

I smile at her. “It’s your wedding night, and tonight you want me to be sweet to you, don’t you?”

She nods sheepishly. “Even if it’s in a car.”

“From now on, tell me how you feel and ask me for what you want.” I hunch over to engulf one nipple then the other, sucking hard so she feels the pressure. “We can make love. We can fuck. I can do whatever you like.”

She nods as she climbs off my lap. Standing upright as best she can in the backseat, she unbuttons and unzips her bottoms. She shimmies down her shorts and thong together. When she lifts one leg to step out of her bottoms, I take advantage of her position. I hook one hand underneath her thigh, my other arm behind her back, and carefully lay her down on the leather bench.

I position her so she’s comfortable. One foot planted on the floor, the other on the seat. Her knee is bent and her thighs are spread so I can see everything that’s mine. How quickly my friend can go from a fantasy to my most important reality. I don’t care how this started…a deal, a marriage, whatever—I know how this ends. With us falling right into where we should’ve been all along. In lust. In love. Tonight is the beginning of everything.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ve got you.” I press against her inner thigh, keeping her open for me. I have to hunch over and half hang off the seat to get my mouth where I want to be. If it’s uncomfortable, I’m not aware. I lose my mind at the noise she’s making. That first little whimper the moment when I drag my wet tongue over her slit. Fuck, that sound. So goddamn satiating. I blow against her sex like I’m breathing life into her.

“Oh, fuck. That’s…yes…perfect,” she groans.

“Careful. Keep moaning like that and you’re going to drive me feral. There’ll be nothing sweet about tonight.”

I let the saliva pool in my mouth, then I drench her smooth, pink pussy. Her clit becomes a playground for my tongue. Circles then quick flicks; the more she moans and gasps, the crazier it drives me.

She’s bridging her hips like she needs more. I feel the muscles of her thigh start to tense, and her clit pulses against the tip of my tongue. “Oh, God…so good…so close,” she mumbles in needy rasps.

If we were in a nice bed, I could make love to her properly. I’d keep her dangled at the edge, dragging this out as long as she could possibly handle it. But right now, she deserves relief. “What do you need, baby? Tell me. How do I get you there, hm?”

“Bite it.”

Two little words I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

I oblige, barely nipping at her most sensitive area. Then I hollow my cheeks, lips latched around her clit, like I need to soothe the ache.

“Harder,” she pleads as she hooks her ankle around my shoulder.

Make that three words I’ll never forget.

“Good God, Lennox. You’re so fucking sexy. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me. Please. I can take it. I’m about to come so hard.”

After a couple of sweet strokes, I clamp her little button between my teeth, giving her a little pressure. Her hips buck so hard my whole face is buried into her pussy as she fists my hair, gripping it like she’s holding onto a handle for dear life. The symphony of hisses and gasps coming from her has me so hard, I have to unbutton my jeans to relieve the pressure.

I kiss her inner thighs, staying close until her breathing calms and her legs relax. She pushes back on my shoulders as she sits up. I wrap my hands behind her back, supporting her weight. Using her thumb, she wipes her arousal from my lips. “You’re ridiculous. I’ve been packing boxes, dancing, and drinking all night. You didn’t have to do that.”

I smile at her. “Want to know what you taste like?”

“No,” she says flatly.

I laugh and answer anyway. “Delicious. Like the last pussy I’ll ever crave.”

She places both palms against my cheeks. “How the hell did this happen in just a few hours? Are we really about to start our happily ever after?”

“All I know is right now, my happily ever after is between your thighs. Lay down. Let me take care of you again.”

She smiles. “How about you let me take care of you?”

I lift my brows. “I thought you wanted sweet.”

“I changed my mind. I just want to make you happy.”

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers. “You do.”

She kisses me back, slipping her tongue between my lips briefly. Then a kiss to each cheek before she tugs at the hem of my polo. I hunch over so it’s easier for her to pull off my shirt. She lobs it to the driver’s seat. Biting her bottom lip, she scours my bare chest. “I used to never let myself look,” she mumbles. She follows up by dragging her nails gently from my shoulders, over my pecs, and down my abs. Her nails are short, and she’s far from breaking skin, but she leaves light pink streaks against my skin. How does she know how much this turns me on?

“Mr. Hessler, have me your way.” The expression on her face is sugary and clouded over like she’s lost in a haze.

“You’ll meet my dark side later. Right now, you need to know my real intentions.”

“Which are?”

“Taking care of you. So tell me, how do you want me to fuck you for the first time?”

She blinks a few times, carefully considering her response. “Fuck me like you’ve been waiting to for three whole years, Dex.”

The look on her face is tortured. Full of lustful need. As much as I want to stay lost in her eyes, I stand up, head knocking against the roof of the car, and unbutton my pants. “Climb on. I want to see your eyes and your tits.”

She waits patiently as I push down my pants and free one leg completely. I can feel her eyes on my erection. Once she’s aware of what she’s getting into, she straddles my thighs.

Fisting my hard cock in one hand, I run my hands from her shoulder over her soft, round breast, pausing to roll her nipple between my fingers. I used to get hard just imagining what her nipples must look like. I’d always seen the outline in her bikini tops or a few glances through thin, white tank tops when her wet hair was soaking her shirt after a swim. My mouth would water thinking about how’d they feel against my tongue.

I duck my head and take a mouthful. Swiveling my tongue around her taut nipple, teasing it with my teeth. Toggling to the other side, my hand replaces my mouth.

My attention is fully lost in her chest when she asks, “Do we need a condom?”

“Do you have one?” I ask, glancing at her satchel on the ground. That’d be surprising. She’s had a boyfriend for a long time. I doubt she carries protection.

She nods. “Alan doesn’t trust birth control. He always insisted.”

As much as I don’t want to talk about her ex at the moment, the oddity of it makes me pause. “Every single time for years?”

“There was one time it broke, but we finished anyway after⁠—”

I hold up my palm to stop her. “I got it. No need to elaborate.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I tilt her gaze up to mine. “I have every intention of being your last.” Wedging my hand between her thighs, I cup her sex. “This is for me and only me moving forward. I want you bare.”

“Okay,” she says, scooting in closer. “Then let’s⁠—”

“Say it, Len.” My words come out as a low growl. All this time, I’ve been controlling my feelings around Lennox. I have no idea what side is going to come out of me once I let go. Apparently, it’s aggressively possessive.

“Say what?” she asks.

“Say I’m your last. If you mean it, say you’re mine and I can have you however I want.”

I flinch when she grabs my hard length in her fist. She grinds on the tip, coating me with her arousal. “I shouldn’t have to say it, Dex. Don’t you know by now? I’ve been yours.”

A little hiss escapes her lips when I nudge into her an inch. She’s still dripping, and I have to resist pummeling into her fully. Instead, I let her lower herself over me at the pace she can manage. In this position, she’s too fucking tight. It’d wreck us both.

She lets out another sweet moan as she lowers down another inch. I have to bite the inside of my cheek. “The way you sound, baby… I can’t handle it.”

“Slow,” she instructs. I’m not sure if she’s telling me or herself.

After taking another inch, she buries her head into my neck, groaning. Her toes curl tightly and I smirk to myself, thoroughly pleased. “Does that feel like six inches to you?”

“Maybe a little more,” she moans.

“Maybe a lot more.” Bucking my hips, I give her my full length, enjoying the sound of her guttural wail. Music to my fucking ears. It sounds like satisfaction. Like I’m exactly what she was craving. I’m what she’s needed all along. I hold her firmly in place against my chest, pumping into her slowly, embracing the almost painful tension of her walls that feel like they’re swelling more every time I drive into her. Deep breaths are all I can focus on. In and out. Slow it down. The hip bruising thrusts and her pink-colored ass from the swats of my palm can all come later. Right now, I just want her to feel happy and secure.

“How’s that, baby? You’re so fucking wet. Tell me what it feels like.”

“I love it, Dex. Stuff of fucking dreams. All the way in and stop moving.”

I do as I’m instructed, and she clenches around me. Such a clever move. Every muscle in her thighs and calves is tight and tension-ridden as she bears down as hard as she can, squeezing the life out of me. “My wife knows how to work her sweet pussy. God, I love it. Use me.”

“So close,” she murmurs. “Just⁠—”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she lets out a weak whimper. Between the tremble of her smooth thighs and her pulsing around my cock, I know she’s coming for me, hard. “That’s all it takes, baby? You have no idea how much more I can do for you.”

She pants out something incoherent, trying to talk through her orgasm. I wait until she relaxes, then grind into her a few more times. I give her slow, languid thrusts before I start to pick up the pace again. It’s when I let out a growl of pure pleasure that she pulls off of me. Before I can ask what’s wrong, she drops to her knees, then pushes me back into the seat. My wife’s head is between my legs, her mouth wide open.

“We can’t leave a mess in here,” she explains before clamping her lips onto the head of my cock. The warm, wet sensation is bliss. There’s no other word. Pure fucking blissful heaven as Lennox works my cock like an expert, disregarding the fact that I’m covered in her orgasm. She leaves a sloppy trail of her saliva up my shaft, then quickly laps it up, over and over, until she hollows her cheeks.

Throwing my arm out to brace myself against the door must give me away. She sucks harder, her hand cradling my balls, both coaxing out the impending explosion. She doesn’t flinch as I spill down her throat. She drinks my cum like she’s thirsty for me. Like I’ve kept her locked up in the desert, and I’m the only thing that can quench her thirst.

She waits until I’m still, licks my tip playfully, ensuring not a drop is wasted, then crawls into my lap, cuddling into my embrace. Our skin, slightly damp from sweat, glues together as we melt bare-assed back into the seat. At this point, I’m going to have to buy this car as a show of basic human decency.

We christened this backseat…or maybe defiled it.

Lennox reaches out to trace a heart against the fogged-up window before nestling back into my chest. “I can’t wait to do that again.”

I chuckle. “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

“Oh, no,” she mumbles, tickling my bare chest with her breath. “I’m so satisfied I feel high. That was just as good as I imagined it. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.”

Holding her in one arm, and reaching out with the other, I retrace the heart she drew that’s already fogging over. “I hope you never do.”

She lifts her eyes and answers with a small smile. She doesn’t have to say anything else. That look tells me everything I need to know right now. She’s mine. I’m hers. It’s that simple.

“You should get dressed. Who knows what Colton’s up to in there. He’s probably expecting you to buy half of the store.”

I scoff. “The rules were clear. I told him one cart.” That’s one big flat-screen TV. Maybe a Mac desk if they are even in stock. What else would a kid his age really want? It’s not like Walmart sells cars.

“He’s a weasel,” Lennox says. “I can’t wait to see how he hustled you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

She slides off my lap and reaches for her bottoms. Once her shorts are on, she fetches my clothes for me. She takes her time staring at my softening dick. “Like what you see?” I ask with a smirk.

“It’s beautiful,” she says with a wink. “Like the last dick I’ll ever crave.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Don’t steal my lines.”

After buttoning my pants and pulling my shirt overhead, I crack open the car door. The swell of fresh air purges the car of our cozy, foggy heat. I miss it instantly. I like to be surrounded by Lennox—her warmth, scent, the feel of her chest rising and falling against me. It feels like home.

“Can you grab a bottle of water while you’re in there, please?” Lennox asks.

“Of course. Do you want some snacks, too?”

After securing her bra and putting her tank top back on, she hunches over the dash, reaching for Colton’s glove box. There lies the aforementioned package of Nutter Butters. “Aha!” she says with enthusiasm. “Yes, grab snacks. May I have some Chex Mix? And we’ll need to replace his cookies,” she says, sliding out one peanut butter treat from the package. She holds it out to me. At first, I shake my head, but she insists again. “Fuel up, mister. I’m not done with you yet tonight.”

I take the cookie and plant a wet kiss on her forehead. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly, I leave her behind to enter the store and seek out my far less pleasing company for the evening.

Lennox

Two cookies later, I still taste him.

Normally I avoid cum in my mouth. But with Dex, I had to know what he tasted like. Riding him wasn’t close enough. I had to get closer. I needed to turn over every stone and allow myself to cross every single line I’d been toeing all this time.

I run my tongue over the roof of my mouth, then over my teeth, before I wet my lips. I’m chasing the sensation. It’s been a long time since sex had this kind of power over me. With Alan, I was instantly deflated after sex. Pulled out of the moment the minute he’d finish. But one car fuck with Dex, and I’ve been sent to la-la land. Head in the clouds, droopy-eyed, feeling like I’m about to slip into a dream. He left me here in this sexy, sweet, sultry hideaway to wait for him.

Any other night I might be chilly, but my skin is still hot and raw. I’m so comfortable, in fact, that I must doze off for a moment because I’m startled awake by the abrupt opening of the trunk. My heart rate spikes then settles when I see Colton a few paces away, key fob pointed at the car. Dex is trailing just a few paces behind.

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Colton continues his lazy stroll, but Dex’s feet hit the concrete in an angry trek to the car. Brows tightly furrowed, lips in a hard line, he looks so pissed.

“Oh come on, sourpuss,” Colton calls out as Dex passes him. “A deal’s a deal, right? Be a gentleman and help me load these up.”

Dex ignores him and climbs into the backseat next to me with one bag in his hand. He doesn’t bother buckling or setting his bag down. He wraps one arm around me and squeezes, like he’s desperately clinging to me to calm his nerves.

I sit patiently as Colton slings bag after bag into the trunk, humming to himself.

“You okay?” I ask Dex.

“Mhmm,” he answers, which isn’t much of an answer. Eventually, he pulls out an ice-cold Dasani from the plastic bag. He releases me to twist open the water bottle. “Here, sweetheart.”

Hm, I like that. Sweetheart. Trouble. Baby. Len. I love the way he addresses me. Fueled by either tender, playful, or sexy affection.

“What’s wrong?” I ask after taking a small sip of water. But the answer becomes apparent as I turn my head to peer into the trunk. Two bags have tipped over, revealing a handful of smartphones. “Oh, shit, he⁠—”

“Yup,” Dex says through a clenched jaw. “Fucker bought sixty-eight iPhones, Len. Cleaned out every single version they had in stock.”

Clever little weasel. I clasp my hand over my mouth and chuckle-gasp through my fingers. “You should’ve offered him cash. Oh, Dex…I must be the most expensive lay you’ve ever had.”

He pulls out the black bag of Chex Mix—Bold Party Flavor from the bag on his lap. Dex knows exactly what I like without me having to tell him. As he opens the bag, a puff of the salty snack mix wafts underneath my nose, making my stomach churn eagerly. He fishes out a rye chip and places it into my mouth.

With a little wink he says, “Worth it, Trouble. You’re so, so worth it.”

I munch away happily, knowing he means it. It was a long time coming, but Dex and I are explosive. Worth the fucking wait.