My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 201

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Evelyn

Jacob drove with reckless abandon, the car slicing through the night as the engine roared. The wind rushed in through my open window, sharp as a blade yet strangely smooth, wrapping around my hand as I held it outside. The music played softly in the background, barely audible over the wind's howl. Jacob had his hand on my thigh, soft and soothing.

I glanced at him. His focus was entirely on the road, his jaw set in quiet determination. Unable to resist, I leaned closer, kissing his jawline, then his cheek, then trailing it slowly to the corner of his mouth.

His eyes flicked toward me, his grip on my thigh tightening, the green of his irises darkening like the night enveloping us.

Teasingly, I shifted my lips to the other corner of his mouth, hovering just enough to feel his breath. Then, I brushed against his lips, soft and deliberate. I felt him stiffen beneath me.

"We could both die right now, Evelyn," he growled, his voice low and warning. "Do you want that?"

"What if I said yes?" I countered, moving to straddle him, my back pressing against his window.

"Then I'd say no," he whispered, his gaze locking onto mine. "Because I have too much planned for us to throw it all away like this." His voice was steady, yet the hunger in his eyes betrayed him. His left hand rose to my throat, his thumb applying the lightest pressure while his other hand gripped the wheel. "There's so much I want to do to you—every single day."

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Without answering, he pushed my dress higher, his fingers grazing my exposed thighs. The cold metal of his rings sent shivers coursing through me, amplifying the ache building inside.

"You really want me to say it?" he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

I could already feel him hardening beneath me. The temptation was maddening, nearly impossible to resist.

"No," I replied, "I don't want to hear it." I leaned in closer, my lips a breath away from his as I straddled his lap, "I want you to show me."

None of us gave a fuck about the fact that we didn't have our eyes on the road and the car was on full speed. We were really asking for death, weren't we?

Sliding my hand beneath his shirt, I dug my nails into his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. My lips trailed to his neck, teasing along the veins that pulsed beneath his skin. "Can you, Jacob?"

His eyes burned into mine, his restraint slipping. In one swift motion, he muttered, "Fuck this," and turned the wheel sharply, pulling the car off the road and into an empty clearing.

The sudden stop sent me colliding against his chest, a gasp escaping my lips. But before I could catch my breath, his hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce, consuming kiss.

His lips claimed mine, soft but unrelenting, and I melted into him. My hips moved instinctively, meeting the desperate thrusts of his. I reached for the seat controls, pushing it back to give us more space as he deepened the kiss, our breaths mingling in the heated air.

His hand slid lower, gripping my waist, then my ass, pulling me tighter against him. His tongue claimed mine, and each nip, each touch, stoked the fire burning between us.

Jacob's hand slid under my dress, hiking it up with ease until his fingers found their target. He pressed against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my head falling back as my spine arched into the steering wheel. His other hand claimed my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my dress, coaxing a moan from deep within me.

"You always know how to drive me insane, Evelyn," he murmured, his voice a rough growl laced with desire. With one swift tug, the sound of tearing fabric filled the small space, and my panties joined the chaos in the backseat.

As he discarded them, I worked quickly to unbuckle his belt, my hands trembling with anticipation. When I freed him, my fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, savoring the heat and weight of him. He groaned, his head dipping to my neck as his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses. I tangled my free hand in his hair, pulling him closer as his teeth grazed my skin.