And then I make a mad dash across the lawn.

The rain is coming down so hard my hair and the t-shirt I’m wearing are drenched in no time.

I manage to stick the key in the lock with my wet, slippery fingers. As soon as the door opens, I don’t waste a second running to his bedroom.

The lights are off when I enter, but I can make out the outline of his tall form under the covers.

To my relief, he’s alone.

I tiptoe to his bed, but the wooden floor creaks beneath me, rousing him awake.

He bolts up, ready to attack, but relaxes after he flicks the light on his nightstand. “Bianca? What are you doing?”

I don’t speak. Hell, I don’t even think…

I just launch myself at him.

“I hate storms.”

The hard planes of his body are warm and I can’t help but press myself against the heat of him as he wraps his arms around me.

“Jesus. You’re freezing.”

Nuzzling the tip of my cold nose into the crook of his neck, I breathe in his scent as he lays us down.

“You’re soaking my sheets,” he murmurs into my damp hair, but he makes no move to let me go.

Feeling bold, I reach for the hem of my shirt and slip it over my head.

It lands on his floor with a wet plop, before I snuggle against his bare chest again.

Skin to skin.

I feel his heart rate pick up. “Bianca.”

My name comes out like a warning.

One that I ignore when I feel the hard bulge of his erection between my legs.

Grazing my teeth against his shoulder, I shamelessly grind against it.

A bolt of heat zaps through me when it twitches, and he makes a rough, almost-tortured sound deep in his throat.

Our gazes collide, the air between us crackling and sizzling with tension.

Slowly, I slide my fingers down his torso, stopping when I reach the waistband of his boxers.

I tug the elastic, intending to tease him a little, but Oakley’s so hard, his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach, the silver barbell from his piercing grazing his navel.

Holy shit.

I knew Oakley’s dick was big…but it’s also…really attractive.

He’s thick and long with veins and ridges, and the wide mushroom tip has a shiny pink hue that has me dying to wrap my lips around it.

Feeling coy, I gently circle the small drop of fluid around his crown with my thumb, then bring it to my mouth, savoring his flavor.

His throat bobs on a swallow and when he speaks his voice is so hoarse it’s nothing but a rasp. “Bianca.”

This time my name is less of a warning and more of a plea.

Locking eyes with him, I slip down his body. “I want to taste you.”

I draw the head of his cock into my mouth before he can protest. The tip is so swollen it throbs against my tongue.

I give it a deliberate, languid suck and a low, almost desperate sound leaves him. “Fuck.” His hand tangles in my hair and his hips jerk, imploring. “Suck it harder…” Blue eyes darken with need. “Deeper.”

He’s so big there’s no way I can take all of him, but I try my best as I wrap my hand around his base and squeeze.

A feral look crosses his face. “Jesus.” His mouth parts and his brows furrow. “Yeah…just like that.”

My jaw aches as I do what he wants, sucking him so deep and hard his piercing nearly hits my tonsils.

A look of raw pleasure lights his expression as I pick up my pace. “Fucking hell.”

Face straining, he pumps between my lips…

And then he stops.

I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but he crooks a finger at me and rasps, “Get up here and ride my face.”

It’s an offer I wouldn’t dream of turning down.

I start to straddle his chest, but he grips my hips and spins me around. “No.” He slaps my ass before kneading it with his big hand. “You’re gonna finish what you started, baby girl.” Goose bumps graze my flesh when he plucks my panties to the side. “While I lick this sweet, tiny cunt.”

It’s hard to focus as he peppers sloppy, hungry kisses along my slit, but I eagerly pull him back into my mouth, running my tongue over every inch of him as he proceeds to fuck my pussy with his.

Grunting, he runs his hands up my thighs, cupping the swell of my ass and spreading me wide open for him as he eats me.

I suck him harder, faster, and he moans, his body jolting with pleasure.

But it’s no match for what he’s doing to me. His tongue is so talented—so fucking cunning and devious—that when he attacks my clit and finds a rhythm that makes me pulsate and fall apart like only he can—I erupt like a volcano.

My orgasm is almost painful, and it hits me with a force I’m not prepared for as he pumps his finger inside me.

“Fuck yeah,” he rasps against my flesh as I clench around the long digit, coming with a loud moan I can’t keep inside. “That’s what I want.”

I fight to catch my breath while he laps at my climax, until a wave of determination hits me and I go at him full force, sucking him with everything I have as I cup his weighty balls.

“Christ.” His grip on my hair tightens as I gag on his cock. With a feral grunt, he thrusts his hips. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I can feel him flexing tight with each frantic suck and pull and I know he’s close. Shuddering, his dick throbs in my mouth, ready to unload.

When he finally does, it’s with a violent groan that makes my insides clench and my head feels light as he shoots down my throat.

I quickly shift to face him so he can watch me swallow it all.

A moment later, I dip my head and run the edge of my tongue over the drops that spilled onto his balls.

“I might be a virgin, but we’re very much on the same playing field.”

He doesn’t argue as he reaches for the blunt on his nightstand and lights it.

Snuggling against him, I wrap my arm around his torso and rest my head on his shoulder. I expect him to protest and kick me out like the last time I snuck into his bed…but he doesn’t.

He pulls me closer, tracing little circles up and down my spine with his thumb as he tokes away.

I take the blunt from him and inhale. “Will you take me driving again tomorrow?”

He pries the blunt back from me and brings it to his lips. “Yeah.” A defeated sound escapes him, and he takes another long drag. “Fuck.”

“Holy shit,” I all but squeak as I step on the gas. “I’m driving…like down a real road. A road with freaking stop signs.”

Oakley’s smile is so bright I’m glad I’m wearing sunglasses. “I know. And bonus—you haven’t run anyone over yet.”

A rush of exultation runs through me as I continue coasting down the street. “Dude…I can’t believe I’m freaking driving.”

I feel so…normal.

I can’t help but smile.

Placing a hand over his heart, he mock-gasps. “Well, fuck me sideways, Bianca Covington. Is that a smile?”

Narrowing my eyes, I stick out my tongue. “Asshole.”

His grin grows. “You should do it more often.”

“For your information, I only smile when I have a good reason to.” My lips curve. “Thank you for giving me one.”