“No,” she said, hopping down but still leaning against him. “Men that believe in me apparently make me horny.”
“I better work on my stamina then, ‘cause I believe in you a whole helluva lot, sweetheart.” He took her mouth again, one hand leaving her ass to thread through her hair and hold her to him. A wolf whistle from another car in the lot broke them apart. His eyes burned into hers. “Get in the car, Mags.”
The commanding tone in his voice thrilled her, and she hurried to do as he said. He turned the key in the ignition and peeled out as she got her seatbelt clicked.
He drove down the highway for a mile, then pulled off on an access road.
“Where are you going?”
“Can’t wait to get back to the Haven.” He drove around the winding road then pulled off once they couldn’t see the highway anymore.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned the car off. Sliding his seat all the way back, he patted his thighs. “Your throne.”
She ripped the seatbelt from the holder and crawled across the console to straddle him. Dominating his mouth once more, she followed him down when he reclined his seat so they were laying down. But she needed more, His hands were on her back, rucking up her shirt. She sat up and pulled one of his hands around to her breasts.
This man. This man was looking up at her like she was a goddess. His eyes glazed over as she lifted her shirt and popped her boobs out of her bra, letting the cups prop them up like a shelf. He stared at her in wonder while he thumbed her tight nipples, the hard peaks in need of his mouth. In fact… she leaned over, and let them dangle right in front of his mouth, fruit ripe for the taking. And take he did.
Every pull of his mouth on her nipples went straight to her clit, and soon she was a moaning, wet mess in her panties, grinding away on his bulge. Between gasps, she asked him, “Condom?” He nodded, still with her tit in his mouth, then shoved his hand under his ass and pulled out his wallet.
Then they had to wrestle out of their clothes, Luke had it easy, all he had to do was open his fly and pull his cock out, but Maggie had to wriggle around and get one leg out of her jeans.
“I need more skirts.”
“Not going to argue with you.” He slid her panties to the side and thrust two fingers in her channel. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
“Fuck me.” Still holding the fabric away from her entrance, Luke helped her mount him. She slid down, feeling the delicious stretch in a whole new way. The tight quarters made it difficult for her to move, so Luke grabbed her hips and thrust upwards, making her buck and clutch at his shoulders. He moaned as he sucked on her breasts once more, switching back and forth between them like a kid in a candy store.
Between his size, and the angle, and the extra stimulation on her nipples, Maggie didn’t last long before she was clenching around him, milking him for all she was worth. He followed her a moment later, the veins on his neck standing out as he squeezed his eyes shut through his climax.
She lay down on his chest as their breathing slowed. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose.
The sounds of the highway filtered through the trees, and Maggie sat up, setting her bra and shirt to rights. “We should get going.”
“Yeah,” he croaked, helping her get back to her seat. He opened the glove box and used some takeout napkins to wipe the sweat off their faces, then wrapped the condom in them and shoved it deep into the garbage bag hanging off his gearshift.
When they were all set, before he turned the car over, he leaned over and pulled her mouth to his. Maggie gripped his shoulder, not wanting to let go. Her heart was in so much trouble. But she found she didn’t care.
Luke knew her secret now. And he still wanted her. He still cared.
And the most dangerous thing of all was the hope that started to burn in her chest.
Saturdayafternoon,Lukegotthe call he’d been dreading. Thankfully, Gabe had said they planned to make their move in the evening, so he had time to get Maggie home. He hadn’t wanted her to go anywhere without him, but this was important. And now he had to tell her what he was doing.
“What’s wrong?” she’d asked when he’d gotten the call.
He told her on the drive back to the Haven, about Aaron and the drugs, and that the sheriff had agreed to let him be a part of the raid. Apparently, there was a big meeting with a lot of the dealers and the main guy, that Gabe suspected was the chief of police’s nephew, scheduled for tonight at the trailer.
“I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t risk the investigation.”
“I wouldn’t have said anything.” She sounded hurt.
Luke grimaced, his chest tightening along with his hands on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, Mags. It’s just so ingrained in me now not to talk about my cases…”
“I get it. Plus, it’s your brother…”
He stole a glance at her. Her face was turned towards the window. Luke reached over and grasped her hand.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have kept this from you.”
