Chapter45

#Chapter45

SHONDRA

Six years ago

We didn't fit. Axel's length and my girth didn't make for back seat lovin'.

It wasn't for lacking of trying. We switched positions, shifting our bodies this way and that, until we could both move, our low moans coating the BMW's windows until the glass was as slick as our torsos.

Axel surged forward, his angular face a mask of pure pleasure. I half-closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of our union. When Axel pulled back, my leg that had wrapped around his middle, bunched and flexed in the worst cramp of my twenty-year-old existence.

I let out a loud yelp. A neighborhood dog answered back.

Axel pulled away, concern coating his voice, /"What is it, angel?/"

/"A cramp,/" I whimpered, disengaging my hand from the seat belt to rub the sore muscle.