Chapter 172

Abigail rounded the corner back into the snack aisle, pushing her cart steadily, scanning until she spotted Emma near the endcap display.

Emma was just placing the last item into the cart—a family-sized bag of something sweet she absolutely did not need but fully intended to eat anyway. She turned at the sound of wheels approaching.

The second she saw Abigail’s face, her expression shifted.

“What’s wrong?” Emma asked softly.

Abigail exhaled through her nose and rolled her eyes slightly. “Professor Shields is here again.”

Emma’s smile faltered immediately. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just protective.

“She spoke to you?” Emma asked, voice tightening just a little.

“Yeah,” Abigail said calmly. “Tried to make small talk.”

Emma straightened. “Do I need to say something?”

There was no hesitation in her tone.

Abigail shook her head, stepping closer and resting her hand gently on Emma’s belly. “No, baby. I handled it.”

Emma searched her face for a second, making sure. “You’re sure?”

“Very sure,” Abigail nodded. “I made it clear. Strictly professional. No outside conversations.”

Emma’s jaw set briefly, then she nodded. “Okay.”

She took a breath, letting it go. “Then let’s get out of here.”

Abigail smiled faintly. “That’s the plan.”

Emma reached for Abigail’s hand as they pushed both carts toward the front of the store. The checkout lines were short, the hum of scanners and bagging filling the air.

Emma stayed close the entire time, fingers hooked into the back pocket of Abigail’s jeans like she was staking a claim without saying a word.

Abigail paid, loaded the bags into the carts, and they walked back to the car together. She loaded everything into the trunk while Emma leaned against the side of the vehicle, arms folded loosely over her stomach.

Abigail walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for Emma, offering her a small, steady smile.

“Your chariot,” she said lightly.

Emma rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, stepping in carefully. “Thank you.”

Abigail made sure she was settled, one hand briefly brushing her shoulder before closing the door gently. As she moved around to the driver’s side, Emma’s eyes shifted toward the store entrance.

Professor Shields was walking out.

Emma’s expression changed—subtle but immediate.

Emma and Shields made eye contact for a split second.

Something sharp flickered across Emma’s face.

Abigail rounded the car and slipped into the driver’s seat, unaware. She adjusted the mirror, reached for the ignition—

And Emma leaned over and kissed her.

Hard.

Not playful. Not quick.

Claiming.

Abigail let out a soft sound of surprise before instinct kicked in, her hand rising to Emma’s jaw as she kissed her back just as firmly.

Emma’s fingers curled into the front of Abigail’s hoodie, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, slower now but no less intense.

Abigail broke for half a second. “Em—”

Emma didn’t answer. She unbuckled her seatbelt.

Before Abigail could process it, Emma shifted across the console, swinging one leg over and settling into Abigail’s lap in the driver’s seat, straddling her.

The movement was deliberate.

Bold.

Emma cupped Abigail’s face and kissed her again, deeper this time, her body pressing close as if the world outside the windshield didn’t exist.

Abigail’s hands slid to Emma’s waist automatically, steadying her.

“Baby…” Abigail murmured against her mouth, half amused, half breathless.

Emma crushed her lips to Abigail’s in a fiery kiss, her body pressing flush against her. Abigail’s hands gripped Emma’s waist, holding her close as she sunk into the passionate embrace.

When they finally broke for air, Emma’s words came out in a breathless whisper. “Baby, I want you right now.”

Abigail’s eyes widened, but before she could respond, Emma’s deft fingers were already making quick work of her belt and zipper. Abigail’s dick sprang free, hard and aching in the cool evening air. Emma wrapped her hand around it, giving a slow, firm stroke that made Abigail’s hips buck.

“Emma, wait—”

“Don’t you want me,” Emma panted, her thumb grazing the tip of Abigail’s cock.

Abigail’s moan echoed in the empty parking lot as Emma stroked her faster. “Yes, Christ, Emma… fuck…”

Emma slid her thong to the side, wet heat enveloping Abigail’s dick as she sank down onto her dick. Abigail’s hands flew to Emma’s hips, guiding her as she rode him with eager, wanton abandon.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Abigail panted, her voice strained with pleasure. “I love how you take me.”

Emma moaned in response, her inner muscles clenching around Abigail’s dick. She leaned forward, nuzzling their foreheads together as she picked up the tempo, moving in a fierce, almost frantic rhythm.

Abigail gasped, her hips thrusting up to meet Emma’s swift movements.

Emma’s breathy moans filled the car as she rode Abigail hard and fast, her juices slicking his shaft with each plunge. Abigail’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her, chasing their impending climax.

“Just a little more, baby,” Emma urged, her walls clenching around Abigail’s cock. “I’m so close…”

“Me too,” Abigail panted, her thighs trembling with the effort of keeping pace with Emma’s wild rhythm. “Oh God, Emma…”

With a final, desperate thrust, Abigail sent Emma over the edge. She screamed her release, her pussy milking Abigail’s cock as she came hard. Abigail followed soon after, her own orgasm bursting through her like a dam breaking.

Emma collapsed against Abigail’s chest, her head resting on her shoulder as they both fought to catch their breath. Abigail stroked her back soothingly, basking in the afterglow of their intense coupling.

After a moment, Emma lifted her head and looked into Abigail’s eyes, a sly, satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Feel better now, baby?”

Abigail chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Emma’s face. “Much. You always know just what I need, don’t you?”

Emma winked, giving Abigail’s softening cock a playful squeeze. “That’s what lovers are for.”

Emma slowly lifted herself off Abigail’s lap, both of them breathing heavier than before. She adjusted her clothes with steady hands, smoothing her shirt down like she hadn’t just set the entire parking lot on fire.

Abigail zipped up and fixed her belt, running a hand through her hair with a low exhale. “You are dangerous,” she muttered under her breath.

Emma smirked as she slid back into the passenger seat and buckled herself in, calm as ever. “Only when I need to be.”

Abigail glanced over at her, shaking her head slightly, still half stunned. “You’re unbelievable.”

Emma didn’t answer right away. Her eyes drifted back toward the store entrance.

Professor Shields was still there.

And closer now.

Not dramatically close. Just… close enough.

Close enough to have seen more than she probably should have.

Emma’s gaze locked with hers through the windshield.

There was no embarrassment on Emma’s face. No apology.

Instead, Emma tilted her head slightly, lips curving into a slow, confident smile.

Then she lifted her hand.

And waved.

Sweet. Polite. Almost innocent.

Professor Shields’ mouth fell open just slightly. One hand lifted to her chest as if she’d just been personally attacked by confidence itself. She blinked once, then twice, and actually fanned herself.

Abigail followed Emma’s line of sight and finally noticed.

“Oh,” she breathed.

Emma leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg casually. “Drive, baby.”

Abigail couldn’t help it — she laughed under her breath and pulled out of the parking lot smoothly.

As they passed the entrance, Emma gave one last calm glance through the window.

Professor Shields was still standing there.

Still staring.

Abigail rested her hand on Emma’s thigh as they drove off, squeezing gently. “You are so extra.”

Emma shrugged, unbothered. “I just like being clear.”

Abigail smirked, eyes on the road. “Clear about what?”

Emma leaned over and kissed her cheek softly this time — slow, warm, nothing frantic.

“That you’re mine.”

Abigail’s jaw tightened just slightly in a way that meant she liked hearing that far too much.

“And you’re mine,” she replied quietly.

The car disappeared down the road, leaving Professor Shields in the parking lot — stunned, silent, and very aware that whatever tension she thought she had leverage over…

She did not.