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Her fingers slid through my hair, guiding my lips to hers with a tug. The kiss was long and deep, the sweep of her tongue tangled with mine, until she finally broke away with a smack and a smirk.
“Your turn.”
With a growl, I held her to me long enough to dump her in the passenger seat so I could climb in back. The cab of the truck was humid, despite the slight breeze drifting in through the open windows, but neither of us seemed to care. By the time I’d kicked off my shoes, she was kneeling between my thighs, tugging my jeans out of the way. Panting, I watched her hand grip my cock, slick with her. When she opened her mouth, her eyes met mine, and she extended her silken tongue to lap my crown. A shudder rolled through me when I disappeared into her, and my eyes slammed shut, hand gripping the back of her neck. The moan from her throat reverberated down my shaft to my balls, stars bursting behind my eyelids. My head fell back, my fingers cupping her head as she pumped. I lost time for a while until she backed all the way off and kissed the tip of my cock, slow and hot.
“You taste like me,” she said before kissing it again with the swirl of her tongue.
“Do you like that?”
She hummed an affirmation. “It means you’re mine,” she said so easily before closing her lips around me and lowering until I hit the back of her throat.
I hissed, hips flinching against my thin restraint. Mine, mine, mine. The word reverberated in my skull with every pump of her head and hand fisted around my root until I couldn’t take anymore. When I stopped her, my wet cock rebounded with a slap against my stomach. My mouth was already on hers, noisy and impatient. My hand found her throat and held her there, her hands hooking my forearm, her face soft, bent in pleasure.
“Your pussy’s hungry? Well, my cock’s thirsty, and you’re so wet.” I reached between her legs to prove it to her. “Come here and gimme a drink, Duchess.”
She nodded, crawling into my lap, kissing me as soon as she could. She tasted of salt and sex and seed, and my tongue didn’t stop until it had all mingled in my mouth so I could taste her always. Jessa kicked off her shoes, then gathered up her skirts and pulled her dress off over her head, tossing it on the floorboard. I savored every inch of her as she dropped her panties, every millimeter of skin as my gaze followed her hands skimming down her naked neck, her breasts, her thighs, my cock. Again, she took control, raising one leg enough to guide me into her until I hit the end.
My mind raced, the feel of her pussy hot and tight and too much. I curled into her, burying my face in her neck, her arms draped over my shoulders and fingers in my hair as I fucked her slow.
Goddamn her. Goddamn her for making me feel so much.
With a noisy breath, I kissed her. And although I didn’t believe I could hide anything from her, I hoped she didn’t know what she’d done to me all the same. Because she was leaving and I wasn’t going with her, and what that might do to me was a conversation I never wanted to have.
I broke the kiss, shifting to put myself behind the passenger seat. With a stretch and a flick of my hand, I inclined the seat and laid her down until she was leaning back on it, her ass between my thighs and her feet against my chest.
“Hang on,” I commanded as I pulled off my shirt, and she fumbled around for the seatbelt, fisting it when she found it.
Cock in my hand, I guided my crown until it was inside her. My eyes on the seam of our bodies, I leaned and spit on her clit, thumbing it as I pumped my hips. I don’t know what noise I made, something between a growl and a howl, my hand hooked on her ankle as I thrusted, watching her pussy swallow me over and over and over, the slap of skin ringing in the cab. She mewled, the sound jarred by the pounding of my cock, her tits bouncing from the force. I should have made it last. I wanted to make it last. But then she looked at me through lust drunk eyes and said, “Come on me.”
My vision blacked—I was almost too late, pulling out just in time, stroking my cock as milky seed surged in streams across her naked skin. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled for air, come dotting one. A white bead pearled on her pink nipple. I gathered her up, pulled her to me, felt her stroke my jaw as I dipped to lick that bead from her salty skin.
She sagged, languid, to kiss me in quiet worship. And I did the same, holding her in the hopes she knew she was cherished, treasured. Even if it was just by me.
Even if I couldn’t keep her.
28
for the bride
JESSA
My mother might have been talking, but I’d been thinking about Remy’s dick long enough that I had no idea what she was talking about.
It wasn’t my fault. I’d been infected, and the only cure was more D.
Cass sat next to me, nodding at whatever Mother was saying, which was good. At least someone was listening. I moved my eggs Benedict around my plate with a fork, noting that mother had barely touched her brunch. The way she complained on the way to The Filly, you’d think I was dragging her to luncheon in prison. But for Cass, my mother suffered what was actually quite a good meal like a true hero.
Cass was so busy today that this was the only window in which we could meet up. She’d refused my help, but I couldn’t fathom why when it was so clear she needed a hand. While she looked lovely—red hair shining and thick, skin dewy and lips rosy—an exhaustion lived behind her eyes that I’d never seen before. I only wished she’d tell me what was going on, because I believed her wedding excuses less and less every day.
“...and so I finally found a spa, though it’s nearly an hour away,” Mother was saying. “Would either of you ladies care to join me?”
“I couldn’t possibly,” Cass answered. “I’m meeting with the florist after this, then the caterer, and after that, I have to go back to the farm to meet with the band so they can figure out how they’ll set up. Then I have to hurry back for the baseball game.”
“So there’s time for a baseball game but not a massage for the bride?” Mother asked.
“Yes, ma’am...not only will the whole town be there, but Davis really wanted to go. We’ve been running in different directions for a week and I’d just really like to spend a little time with him.” I realized the second she opened her mouth that she was about to cry and gave her a quizzical look. But she just shrugged and took a long, slow breath.
“I understand, but that’s a shame,” Mother said, tutting. “And you, Jessamine?”
