The door opened and a guy wearing a sweatshirt and jeans stopped dead in his tracks. “Who are you?”

Gavin tugged on the bill of his baseball cap. And then the weirdest thing happened. I started talking.

“I’m so sorry. My date was playing a little trick on me. He said the bathroom was up here and I was silly enough to fall for it. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine with dinner.”

“Oh.” He looked me up and down like he was confused, which was completely understandable. It wasn’t exactly a good cover story. “Well, you guys aren’t supposed to be up here.”

“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that.” I pressed my lips closed before I kept going and awkwardly blurted out that this had been a great place for a spontaneous blow job.

Spontaneous blow job? Since when did I give spontaneous blow jobs?

Although, my god, it had been exhilarating.

Gavin gestured for me to go ahead and the guy moved out of our way. I quickly went down the stairs, practically holding my breath, wondering if he was going to recognize Gavin. But all I heard was the click of Gavin’s crutches as he came down behind me.

I got outside and paused just long enough for Gavin to catch up. He kept our pace much slower than I wanted—I was ready to bolt for the hole in the fence.

“Stay with me,” he said. “Remember, we belong here. We’re going over there, no big deal.”

My heart raced as we wandered away from the concession stand, like we didn’t have a care in the world. When we got out of the circle of light, he picked up the pace. A minute later, we were scrambling through the hole in the fence, tasting sweet freedom on the other side.

I got out my phone to use as a light again and we found our way back to Gavin’s truck. I wasn’t going to feel safe until I was inside, so I rushed around to the passenger side and got in.

Gavin hoisted his crutches behind the seat and climbed inside, then shut the door.

“Oh my god,” I said, holding my hands to my chest. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

He didn’t mean breaking in to the projection room, and I knew it. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t believe I’d done that either.

Then again, maybe I could.

Gavin Bailey scared me. But he also made me feel brave.

I shifted toward him. “I know that was a little bit crazy.”

“I like you a little bit crazy.”

The way he stared at me, his brown eyes smoldering, made the pressure between my legs grow. I was already keyed up from giving him that blow job. It had been reckless and scary and so freaking hot. I wanted more.

I wanted him. And I wanted him now.

He slammed his seat backward as far as it would go, then grabbed me, manhandling me onto his lap. My legs straddled him and why hadn’t I worn a skirt tonight? Palming my ass, he pressed me closer, grinding against me, and oh my god he was hard again.

So.

Hard.

I was losing my mind—totally taking leave of my sanity—and I didn’t care. Our mouths crashed together, our lips and tongues tangling with desperation.

He turned his attention to my coat, pawing at the belt tied around my waist. We paused just long enough to unfasten it and fumble with the buttons. A second later, he was ripping it off me and tossing it on the other seat.

Our mouths met again, silky wet kisses, the heat between us thick and palpable. The windows were probably fogging up, but I didn’t care about that either. I just needed him to fuck me. Right now.

His hands slid up my back and he unfastened my bra with a quick flick of his fingers. Impressive. He pushed up my shirt, exposing my boobs to the chill air. I gasped as his mouth found one sensitive nipple. He cupped me in his hands as he licked one side, then the other.

Leaning my head back, I moaned. He sucked my nipple harder, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I rolled my hips, rubbing against his thick erection.

And I knew intimately how thick it was.

So.

Very.

Thick.

After a few more flicks of his tongue, he unfastened my pants. It wasn’t easy to get out of them, but I wasn’t letting that deter me. I pushed them over my hips and down my legs, then braced myself on the seat behind him and kicked them onto the floor. His didn’t need to come all the way off. I just needed to free that delicious cock.

Feeling insane with lust, I unfastened his pants. His gorgeous cock was right there, hard and ready for me. He pushed his pants down his hips.

Damn it. My sense of responsibility wasn’t completely lost in the haze of potent arousal. I was still on birth control, but we probably needed a condom.

Gavin was already on it. Breathing hard, he fished his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a condom with an exhale that might have been relief. Feeling like I might very well die right here if he didn’t fuck me soon, I waited while he rolled it on.

As soon as he was ready, I moved in closer again, shifting my legs to straddle his thighs. He held his cock at the base while I lined him up with my opening. Wetness was not an issue. I was wet and ready.

So.

Ready.

My eyes fluttered closed as I sank down on him. He stretched me open, giving me blissful pressure I’d never felt before. A sigh escaped my lips as his thickness filled me.

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

“Oh, fuck,” was his strangled reply.

I held on to the seat behind him and lifted up, tilting my hips. Then slid back down. Gavin groaned, his fingers digging into me.

Warmth spread through my core as I rode him, my inhibitions nowhere in sight. Never in my life had I had sex in a vehicle, let alone a vehicle parked in the woods just yards from a drive-in theater full of people.

Maybe that was why it was so freaking good.

He gripped my hips and guided me up and down his thickness. I moved faster, slamming down on him. He groaned again, a low sound that reverberated through my veins.

The drag of his cock made my inner muscles squeeze around him. Pressure grew and I whimpered and moaned as I chased the pinnacle, feeling delicious tension build.

Oh yes. He was so going to make me come.

This rhythm was perfect, so I kept going, holding the seat and squeezing my thighs to ride up and down his swollen cock. He jerked into me, thrusting up, driving deeper. His eyes were intense and the groove between his eyebrows was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Is that what you needed, Sky?” he growled. “You needed to get fucked?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice breathless.

“I’ll fuck you good.” He slammed into me harder. “So fucking good.”

Out of nowhere, a tinge of fear wormed its way through the haze of crazy sex. Was someone out there? Were we going to get caught?

I gripped the seat harder, my breath going ragged. Could I actually do this?

Now that I was thinking, I was too distracted. Suddenly I could feel the steering wheel behind me, the way my knee was slipping off the edge of the seat.

I wanted this. Wanted it so bad. But I didn’t know if I could. Too many sensations warred for my attention. I couldn’t focus.

Gavin reached up and gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Right here.”

“What?”

“Eyes right here while I’m fucking you.” His gaze seemed to reach inside me. “I want to watch you come.”