Bette’s POV

We leave the girls at the table and head for the exit, holding hands. My car is parked just outside the caf and as soon as we sit down, I start the engine.

“I think they were rather shocked by what we told them,” Tina finally says as she turns the radio on.

“Nah, I don’t think they were shocked. Taken aback, maybe?” I answer, looking straight ahead of me. “I think it’s strange for them because they don’t really know what it’s like to be in a long-term relationship and therefore, I guess they don’t know what it feels like to want to have a baby with your partner which, of course, is divine.”

She nods and then looks at me in this wicked kind of way, saying, “I know what else is divine.”

My God, I already feel a chain of shivers between my legs.

“Looks like the woman next to me has something on her mind,” I utter as I regain my composure.

“You have no idea, babe,” Tina keeps cooing in a sultry voice that makes me wanna pull over and do it right there. “This woman is wild tonight.”

Now, Tina isn’t a woman you would think is wild, most of the time she is what she looks like, tender, loving and very gentle, but sometimes she likes switching to the rough side, what makes her even more attractive to me than she already is. If that’s possible at all, I mean.

“Wild is a word I love. Tell me what you wanna do?”

I make an attempt at swallowing, because I know that the words she’ll be saying now will make my mouth wet. And not only that.

“I want to make mad and passionate love to you, Bette Porter. If only I knew you were good at driving when you have your legs spread, my fingers caressing you down there and your head bent back, I’d gladly do it right now. But somehow I know you won’t be able to watch the road if we do all that.”

Inside my head I groan and pant, but I don’t show her how hot I already am.

“I’d like that,” I say and glance at her for a second.