Chapter 5

“I’m serious.” I said firmly, although I couldn’t help but grin as well while I quickly turned my attention back to driving.

“Okay,” she started cautiously, letting my hand drop to her lap as she lifted her left leg slightly and angled herself towards me. “Talk about what?”

I flicked another look towards her direction, glad to note that she was still smiling before I glanced away again.

“Last night,” I answered, pausing to take a deep breath before I continued. “I think we have to—what are you doing?”

Jamie’s fingers had begun a lazy path from the inside of my knee as I spoke, and my flesh jumped lightly at the unexpected contact. They travelled up slowly, making their way a couple of inches up my right thigh and hiking my dress up in the process. Her touch was light but electric, and it sent a sudden bolt of desire to the pit of my stomach.

“I’m driving,” I reminded her when her hand continued its deliberate ascent up my thigh. I started to turn my head towards her, my eyes narrowing in an attempt to get my point across, but Jamie gently nudged my cheeks back with her other hand, forcing my eyes to look straight ahead.

“Then eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel,” Jamie said, taking my free hand from her lap and putting it where she said it should be. “And maybe slow down a bit, just for good measure.”

Her tone was playful and teasing, but I could sense that Jamie was excited by the unexpected constraints that my position behind the wheel had placed on me. And judging by the way that my blood had suddenly seemed to come alive in that moment, so was I.

Her hand was back on my thigh in the next instant, and my nerves tingled where her feather-light touch grazed. My heart began to pound in anticipation as Jamie continued to ignite the heat between my legs, but all I could do was wait for her fingers to finally reach the part that was now aching to be explored.

My excitement was not without frustration, however, as her fingers continued to tease my sensitive skin, and a part of me wanted to level the field so I could reciprocate.

“Should I pull over?” I asked when her hand dangerously neared my waiting warmth.

“No.” Jamie replied in a tone that left no room for argument, both thrilling and maddening me further.

I continued to do as she told, unable to deny just how much I was enjoying this little game. It wasn’t like Jamie to be this bold and commanding—nor was I used to being restricted—but the apprehension that came with knowing that I wasn’t in my comfort zone merely served to heighten my arousal, mixing instead of clashing with it.

I sucked in a breath when I felt Jamie’s finger across the length of my slit over my panties. Her movements were unhurried, her pressure firm she deftly played with my cotton-clad pussy, and I could feel my legs relaxing a little as I gradually opened myself up to the movement of her hand.

Neither of us spoke now. It was taking all I had just to be able to concentrate on driving, and Jamie seemed content to silently watch my reaction. Her breath grew increasingly uneven as her fingers rubbed soft circles on my clit, and I fought the urge to close my eyes when they briefly pressed against my wet center for one delicious moment.

Eyes on the road. Hands on the wheel. I reminded myself, my thigh muscles straining against the sensual onslaught of her touch.

I heard Jamie’s sharp intake of breath when her hand finally found its way inside the fabric of my panties, her fingers feeling deliciously cool against the fire she had so skillfully stoked between my legs.

“Jamie…” I managed to sigh, but I wasn’t sure if I was telling her to stop or begging her to keep going.

She ignored me, her fingers dragging the slippery wetness they encountered up towards my clitoris where she began to gently rub back and forth. I couldn’t stop the lengthy moan that escaped my lips, my hands tightening on the wheel as Jamie began to repeatedly tease the aching nub.

“Fuck!” I hissed when I almost missed a turn, and Jamie gave a short, breathy laugh next to me.

“As you wish,” she said, right before she suddenly dipped two fingers into my now-dripping cunt. Once. Twice. Thrice in slow and deep successions, causing me to moan every time.

But then she was back to rubbing my clit—her touch light and teasing one moment, then urgent and pressing the next before delving into my warmth once again. She repeated the action a few more times, driving me closer and closer to mindlessness.

I heard Jamie whimper beside me and snuck a glance. She was biting her lip, her gaze fixed intensely on my mouth, and I knew that she was now feeling pretty restricted, too.

It was a relief when we finally reached Jamie’s apartment building.

I took my seatbelt off as soon as I put the car into park, my legs immediately relaxing as my hand took command of hers. I pushed her deep inside me, resting my head against the seat as my hips began to move. I heard Jamie moan as I rode her fingers hard and fast, my hand firm on her wrists as I thought of nothing else except claiming the pleasure she had dangled in front of me.

Jamie groaned and curved her fingers inside my pussy. I could feel the tips dragging through the soft ridged flesh of my cunt and I knew I was so close. Jamie knew it, too, and her thumb pressed upward against my clit as she gave a soft string of encouraging words that I could barely make out through the intense humming in my blood.

My orgasm built quickly and steadily, causing me to cry out in pleasure when it finally burst through. My nails dug against the flesh on Jamie’s wrist and my flesh tightened, keeping her in place while I pulsed around her fingers in a seemingly unending rhythm.

It was a while before my heart eventually showed any signs of slowing down, and I opened my eyes slowly when I felt Jamie shift in her seat. She was gazing at me tenderly, her eyes shining with emotion and a hint of sadness that confused me a little before she smiled, leaning over to place a deep and gentle kiss on my lips.

She had also taken her seatbelt off and was almost kneeling in her seat, her free hand propping against the back of my seat for leverage. I gasped as she unhurriedly drew her fingers out of me, and her tongue touched mine, leaving the feint taste of wine in my mouth when she finally pulled away.

There was no sadness in those deep brown eyes now as they fell on me and Jamie’s lips broke into a triumphant grin, clearly pleased with what she had just accomplished. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Oh, you know I’m going to get you back for that,” I promised her, still a little out of breath.

“Maybe,” Jamie shrugged, giving me another kiss before she suddenly opened the passenger door, grinning as she glanced back at me. “But it won’t be tonight. I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.”

With that, she was out of the car and out of my reach, smiling back at me one last time before disappearing into her apartment building.

I could do little else but stare after her with my dress still hiked up and my cunt still exposed. I breathed deeply, waiting for the strength to return to my legs while I slowly realized that Jamie had effectively deflected my attempt to talk about us, specifically about last night.

A sobering thought occurred to me then. Did Jamie intentionally initiate sex tonight just so she could avoid the conversation?

I sat up straighter and began fixing myself, remembering the last time that Jamie had been this confusingly evasive—and why. It had been when we first started hooking up, when she was still too afraid to actually date.

And now, she was running scared. Again.

I let my head fall back on the headrest of my seat and groaned. I couldn’t believe that Jamie and I were back to this. Two fucking months later, and we were right back where we started.

It was a lovely wedding held in a picturesque, Baroque church that perfectly complemented the solemn elegance of the ceremony. Tony had never looked more dapper in his tux; Marnie was absolutely radiant in her wedding dress, and two people couldn’t be happier as they stood together in front of the altar.

But it was Jamie that my eyes had kept returning to from the moment she had started down that flower-strewn aisle in her bridesmaid’s dress.

It was the exact same off-shoulder cut that she had worn in the dress shop eight weeks ago, except in a different color. I watched the way her tan glowed deeply against the gentle champagne hue of the fabric, her right leg occasionally peeking through the knee-length slit as she walked.

Her makeup was soft and classy, her lips a light shade of pink instead of the red tones she usually wore, and her hair was done up in an elegant bun, with the tips of her long brown curls flowing over to touch the base of her nape.

She was fucking gorgeous, and it sucked how all I had to do was look at her and I immediately started wanting her. Everything would be so much easier if that wasn’t the case.

The previous night was still fresh on my mind, and I was still a little miffed and a whole lot frustrated with her because of it. I had no idea where things stood between us, and I wished Jamie would stop keeping me in the dark and just fucking tell me already so that I could figure out what to do next.

I mean, it would be one thing if she was just afraid, wouldn’t it? But I would need to make a much harder decision if it turned out that Jamie simply didn’t love me back.

I sighed, forcing myself to look away as I tried to concentrate on the event at hand. We were at a wedding, neither Jamie nor I actually had the time to discuss things now, and any resolution would just have to wait until the day was over.

Pretty soon, it was time for Tony and Marnie to exchange their vows, and my eyes instinctively sought Jamie once again as the lovely couple began making their promises to one another—only to find Jamie staring back at me with an expression that was both incredibly soft and intense at the same time.

My breath caught at the smile that slowly spread on Jamie’s lips when our gazes met. Hope began to form in the back of my throat, and I smiled back at her, knowing then and there that Jamie loved me, too…

But will she ever be brave enough to actually own it?

As if thinking the same thing, a sad cloud crossed Jamie’s features and she glanced down. When she brought her eyes up again, it was to fix her gaze at the bride and groom as they said their ‘I do’s’. I did the same, the both of us choosing to deal with our own questions at a later time.

Jamie came over and gave me a quick hug as soon as the ceremony was over, her hands landing in mine as they fell away from my arms. I barely had the chance to tell her how beautiful she looked before I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and I turned towards my aunt’s familiar voice.

Aunt Liz was one of those people who just have a way of livening up a room. She was about 5’5″, with the same light brown eyes and dark hair as mine, although her locks were straight and longer. She was only fourteen years my senior and, growing up, I definitely saw her as a cool aunt and was very close to her.

She had married Tony’s and Lucy’s father when I was thirteen and, while they had ended up divorcing a few years later, she had also grown fond of and close to her ex-husband’s kids—which was why she had flown in to see Tony get married.

“Aunt Liz!” I exclaimed, ignoring the quickness with which Jamie let go of my hand.

Liz and I exchanged an excited hug and made small talk about how she had been and when she had gotten in, and then I tried to introduce Jamie, who had stepped forward as I lightly placed my hand on her waist.

“Aunt Liz,” I began. This is Jamie, my—”

“Hi! I’m friends with the bride.” Jamie interjected, smiling as she offered her hand to my aunt, who shook it engagingly in return. “I understand you and Tony are very close?”