If Only

Chapter Forty-Five: Cramped Up Spaces

Jade

The beads of sweat on my forehead transferred onto Jared's shoulder as I collapsed against him. Both of us took a moment to catch our breath, feeling the heat envelop the cramped minivan with the windows closed. It was surreal, realizing that we had just shared an intimate moment in such close quarters, all while his friends remained oblivious just a few feet away.

Straddling his lap, my legs lay limp on each side, while his jeans were halfway down his thighs. Summoning my physical strength, I lifted my head to look at him. His head was resting back on the headrest, eyes closed as he caught his breath deeply.

He took his time recovering, and I seized the opportunity to observe his features regaining composure after the euphoric experience we shared. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and we burst into laughter.

I rested both of my hands on the soft backseat, placing them on either side of his head to support myself. Leaning in for a breathy kiss, he gladly accepted, enveloping me in an embrace. We paid no mind to the heat, as moisture began to form on the windows around us.

I gently withdrew, my breath catching as I felt the heat enveloping us, the lingering warmth of our contact still tingling on my skin. I could sense the subtle moisture on the windows, evidence of the heat we generated in our intimate embrace. His hand, now on my bare waist, sent shivers through me, and the other, firmly placed on the seat, provided a grounding support amidst the aftermath of our heated moment.

I couldn't contain a giggle as I watched him reclined in his seat, the relaxed demeanor a result of our shared moment. The realization that I was the cause of his ease brought a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

However, as the lingering sensation of our intimate moment gradually faded, my senses returned to their normal state, and I found myself questioning the impulsive decision to engage in such a risky encounter in the first place.

"What's up with you?" I asked, in a tone of a tease.

He opened his eyes, regaining his composure and pushing himself up slightly. His hands instinctively gripped my back, ensuring I didn't fall as I continued to straddle him on his lap. A cheeky smile adorned his face.

"I missed you..." The cheeky smile on his face tugged at my heartstrings, momentarily distracting me from the aftermath of our heated encounter.

His playful demeanor, however, brought back the memory of his earlier unease when I had stepped out of the car. The desperation in his eyes as he uttered, 'I need you...' lingered in my mind. It made me wonder, did something significant happen out there while I was changing earlier?

A look of suspicion may have been evident on my features as he reached out to gently rub his thumb over the crease forming between my brows.

"I just missed you... I hope you didn't mind the risky fuck we had in this damn minivan..."

I still get taken aback whenever he speaks so vulgarly about our intimate activities, even though I myself have willingly participated.

I playfully hit him on the chest, basking in the cozy aftermath of our intimate moment. My legs, a bit wobbly from the recent activity, decided to take a break as I leisurely let my back sink into the comfy passenger seat.

With a cheeky smile, I teased, "Maybe it's time we head back before they catch on to what's happening in here..." Getting up from his lap, I nestled beside him.

I sensed a shift in his demeanor when his friends were mentioned.

"Hey, what's going on? Did something happen out there while I was in here?" I gently rested my palms on his leg, urging him to share.