"Did you get yourself off? You know I prefer that you leave that for me."
Swallowing roughly, I shake my head. "No, I left that for you. I can't get myself off as good as you do."
"Remember that, baby. No one can satisfy you the way I do."
And as his fingers slowly sweep around the lace of my panties, I know he's right. He's so very fucking right. And I am a mess without him.
Chapter 1
Dakota
"Hey, hey, hey, fucking stop!" I yell as I hold my hands up to the truck that's backing up, and not paying attention to what's behind them.
"You don't have to yell at me," the teenage girl says through the rolled-down window. "I'm not going to hit you, I can see you in the back up camera."
In the fucking back up camera. No one knows how to actually put their arm over the passenger seat and turn around anymore. "Look cupcake, there's a fucking blind spot right here. Do you see me in the camera, or do you just know I'm here?"
"Don't call me cupcake," she argues.
I roll my eyes. "You didn't answer my question."
She makes a noise that sounds like a frustrated goat, but I don't mention that. "I can't see you, but I know you're there."
"Okay then, even though the back up camera does a lot for you, it doesn't do everything. Which is where your personal responsibility comes in. You've still got to check your surroundings, and that's what I want you to do."
God, I don't know why my parents thought I'd be the one to do this. Teaching my little sister how to drive was not on my bingo card for this year, especially not the first full day of the new year. Not after I was up late as fuck last night, or was it early morning? I don't remember what time I left Molly's. But here we are.
She huffs and makes a big production out of putting her arm on the passenger seat, and then turning so that she's looking out the back window. "Happy now?"
"Not yet, you need to check your mirrors too, then I'll be fucking happy."
I don't know how the two of us are going to make it through this. We're going to kill each other.
"Fine Dakota!"
There's the bratty teenager I know and love. "Yell at me all you want, but at least you're doing what I ask you to. All I want is for you to drive safely. Is that so bad?"
"Ugh," she rolls her eyes. "I guess not. I just hate the way you act so superior to me."
"I'm older than you," I explain, not for the first time in our relationship. "I've seen much more than you and experienced more than you. There's no reason for you to be so irritable about it. Someone had to teach me too."
She sighs heavily and blows her hair out of her face. I never had this type of attitude when I was her age. At least that's what I keep telling myself. I'm sure I was a pain in the ass, but I blame the fact that no one knew how to deal with my dyslexia back then. It's still hard to deal with, but back then I'd been so fucking ashamed that I'd failed a grade twice that I had no confidence in myself. But my sister? She's smart as fuck, doesn't have the same type of issues I had, and here she is with this shitty attitude.
"Dakota, am I doing it right?"
Her annoyed voice gets my attention. That's when I notice she's done exactly what I've told her to do. She's got her arm behind the passenger head rest, and is looking behind her. "Yes, that's what I wanted to see you do."
But that's the last thing I say, because when I glance across the street, I see the woman who has been driving me crazy for over half my life. I'd know that ass bent over the trunk of her car anywhere. Because Molly's got the nicest ass I've ever had my palms on.
"You might want to pic your jaw up off the ground, Kota."
There's her voice again. "Shut up, Lucy."
But I don't take my gaze off the woman I've been spending all my time with lately. My body is starting to respond and I'm glad I have on a pair of baggy jeans. Even though we're in Alabama, it's still cold, and I've layered up because I knew I'd be out here with Lucy. That's when Molly straightens up, closes the trunk, and then turns to face me. It's like she knew I was watching her, judging by the way her eyes twinkle. I can see it even from where I am.
"Hey Dakota," she yells as she waves.
"Hey," I answer her back.