“What do we do now?” Skylar whispered, turning her face up toward me so I could hear her.

“We wait for an opportunity.”

“What kind of opportunity?”

“I’ll know it when I see it.”

It only took a few minutes. The back door of the concession stand opened and a guy walked out holding a bag of popcorn, then shut the door behind him. A girl materialized from the shadow of the building. He kissed her, then handed her the popcorn. They left in the opposite direction. My instincts tingled.

“I’d bet anything that’s the projector guy,” I said, keeping my voice low. “This is our chance.”

We hurried to the back of the building and luckily the door wasn’t locked. I went in first, doing my best to keep the noise from my crutches to a minimum. The kids running the concession stand were in the front and luck was on our side once again—the stairs up to the projector room were right next to the back door.

Skylar came in after me and we went up with no one the wiser.

The projector room was smaller than I thought it would be. And darker. In the dim light, I could make out a desk with a computer, a bunch of cluttered shelves, and a big movie projector broadcasting tonight’s film onto the huge screen.

Fuck yes. It was digital.

“Wow.” Skylar turned a slow circle, taking in the room. “It’s kind of creepy up here.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Is that what you were looking for?” She pointed to the projector.

“Exactly.” I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. “This is perfect.”

She put her hand on her chest, a little smile gracing her lips. “My heart’s beating so fast.”

“I told you it would be fun.”

“So this is what you do for fun?”

I glanced around at the cramped room. “Well, I’ve never broken into the projector room at a drive-in before, but yeah, basically.”

She laughed softly and my eyes were instantly drawn to her lips. Those sweet, soft lips I’d tasted last night.

I knew what would make this night a lot more fun.

As if she could read my mind, she stepped closer. A look of resolve passed over her features, that little hint of fear dissolving from her eyes.

Our magnetism was too strong. I couldn’t escape its pull.

Or maybe I didn’t want to.

I leaned down, meeting her lips with mine. I knew I shouldn’t—knew I was going to regret this later—but I couldn’t resist. One taste of her and I was already addicted. I needed more.

With a low groan, I delved my tongue into her mouth. All the unsatisfied lust from last night ripped through me, making my cock strain against my jeans. She gripped my sweatshirt, lifting onto her tip toes, and I could feel her hunger. Her need.

Her hands moved lower and she brushed my cock through my pants. I hissed in a breath, that light touch enough to make every muscle in my body tense in anticipation.

What was she going to do?

I sucked on her lip, letting it scrape against my teeth. She cupped me harder and I groaned into her mouth.

“Fuck, Sky. What are we doing?”

“What are the chances we’ll get caught?” she breathed against my lips.

“Probably fifty-fifty.”

“I’ll take those odds.”

She unfastened my pants, lowered the zipper, and sank down onto her knees.

“Holy shit.”

Apparently I’d gone commando today—not so much a conscious decision as the result of needing to do laundry. Totally worked out in my favor. She looked up at me through her thick lashes and her tongue darted over her lips.

“Fuck,” I growled.

I wanted to ask her if she was sure about this, but my brain was completely short circuiting at the sight of her on her knees in front of me, lowering one side of my jeans to expose more of my very hard cock. Plus, she looked pretty fucking sure.

I’d just trust her on this one.

The million-and-one reasons I shouldn’t do this with her were nowhere in sight. She was about to suck my dick and there was a pretty good chance we could get caught. The combination was fucking crack to me. Impossible to resist.

Heat ran through my veins as she pulled my cock out of my pants. Parting her lips, she slid the tip inside. For the first time, I was glad I had these damn crutches. I wouldn’t have been able to stay standing otherwise.

Her mouth was warm and wet. She took me in deeper, holding my stiff length at the base. Fuck, that felt good. She started to move faster and my eyes rolled back. I probably needed to be quiet so the kids working the concession stand below didn’t hear anything, but it was hard to hold the groan in my throat.

Without warning, she plunged down on me, surrounding my cock with her wet mouth. My shoulders hit the wall behind me. Even with crutches I couldn’t quite stay on my feet. But Skylar was fucking relentless, drawing me in and out of her mouth like a woman on a mission.

A mission to make me come.

She was going to succeed. Fast.

My orgasm built, the shock of her aggressiveness and the danger of getting caught making this the single hottest thing I’d ever done in my life. The pressure in my groin grew, tension surging through me. Skylar plunged down on me, over and over, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

Then she looked up at me again, those sweet brown eyes glinting with wickedness.

And I came fucking unglued.

I barely had time to give her a strangled warning. “I’m coming. Fuck.”

She didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down. I watched as my glistening cock pulsed in her mouth, throbbing as I came down her throat.

My heart felt like it might beat right out of my chest. I took a few heaving breaths as I came down the other side.

She slid me out of her mouth and lightly swiped her thumb across the corner of her lips.

“Holy shit, Sky, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done. Or seen. Or anything.”

Still leaning against the wall, I grabbed her hands to help her to her feet, ready to hug her or kiss her or maybe just rip her pants off and fuck her right here. She bit her lip, a hint of shyness returning to her expression as she stood.

“Did—”

Whatever she was about to say died on her lips and her eyes went wide.

I’d heard it too.

Someone was coming up the stairs.

21

Skylar

My eyes widened and my heart skipped. Someone was coming.

Oh my god, I’d just given Gavin Bailey a blow job in the projector room at a drive-in, and someone was coming up the stairs.

Gavin’s dick was hanging out of his pants, still semi-hard, which was kind of blowing my mind. But this wasn’t the time to contemplate how quickly he could be ready for round two after an orgasm. We were about to get caught.

“Your pants,” I hissed, lunging at him to put his dick away.

“I got it.” He tucked himself back in his jeans, then buttoned and zipped them.

“What do we do?”

“I’ll think of something.”

More steps outside.

“Is there a window?” I asked, feeling frantic.

He looked down at his cast. “Um.”

“Right. Oh my god.”