Holding her against me, I rub my erection into her, kissing her mouth, her jaw, and her neck. Every inch of exposed skin I touch. She moans into my mouth, and I snake my hand under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back. Under her shirt, she wears a tank top like last time, again, with no bra. Lifting the hem of her shirt, I pull it over her head so she straddles me with her nipples inches from my mouth. I look up at her and find her eyes hooded, her pupils wide with desire. Pulling down the neckline of her shirt, I capture her pebbled nipple between my teeth and give a tiny pull that makes her gasp.
Finding her lips again, I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth while I grab her hips, pushing her against me and guiding her movements over my hard cock. In my swim trunks, there isn’t much between us and I can feel how warm she is, how slick. Her gasps fill my mouth before she throws her head back, moaning loudly, while grinding down on me. Her breathing comes in gasps now as she sets a rhythm for herself, using me for her own pleasure and it’s, by far, one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
A flush starts to expand across her chest as she pushes herself closer to the edge, humping me. She feels so good against me, I bite my lip in concentration. She props her arms on my knees, pushing her bouncing breasts into my face and I nip atthe skin with my teeth while she rubs her heat against me, pushing and grinding. A hiss escapes my lips as I try to concentrate on the woman in front of me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the blush of her impending orgasm.
Don’t do it, Duke. You’re thirty-seven years old, if you come in your swim trunks like a teenager, you’ll never live it down.
“Yes, Sunshine, you’re so beautiful right here, right now. I can’t imagine ever seeing anything better than this.” I hold tight to her while she rocks, her movements a little more frenzied, her breaths panting out of her.
“Fuck, fuck, Duke.” My name falls from her lips before she shudders, pushing against me, she collapses into me, her breathing erratic and her heart thumping against my chest.
I kiss her slightly sweaty temple and wrap my arms around her as she relaxes.
Yeah, I think bringing Caroline fishing was a good idea.
Cash coming over on Monday kept my mind off Caroline. We had a few too many whiskeys before he had to call Lincoln to come pick him up at midnight.
For the first time in a dozen years, when the subject of Cash’s latest conquest came up, I had something to add. He’s been talking about this girl Callie for a few days—he seems wrapped up in the possibility it might turn into something. The way he talks about her, he might be right. It seems like it’s moving slower than his love life usually does; he’s taking his time instead of taking her to bed. Though, according to him, he can’t get his mind off her so it’s probably only a matter of time.
And I told him about Caroline. Not much. It’s not even anything yet. But, in my drunkenness, I told him all about the truck. How a little bubble of magic in a Montana spring thunderstorm was better than anything I have ever experienced with anyone. I’m thirty-seven years old and was married for along time, yet I was making out and dry humping in the front seat of my truck, like a kid, on the side of the road.
I thought Cash was going to spit out his drink when I told him. Admittedly, it was uncharacteristic of me. Just something about Caroline brings out something fun and reckless, something I’ve been missing.
Getting married at twenty-six had been late by small town standards. Indie went to high school with me, even though she’s the same age as Cash. I graduated a few years ahead of them, but our mamas had been friends their whole lives, so Cash and I spent as much time together as brothers, even though we are both only children. Hanging out at high school parties as a twenty-one-year-old, I supplied the beer and met Indie. There was never the raw passion between us that I have felt crackling with Caroline.
The fact that she wants to stay in Inspiration makes me nervous and elated. I have no idea what to do with her. By the time Thursday rolled around, I needed to see her, hence the fishing date.
After our fishing trip, I don’t hear from Caroline for a few days. I don’t want to chase too much or hold on too tight. I feel awkward; I thought something was happening on the boat but we’ve only had a few scattered texts since then. I couldn’t even talk to Cash about it since he had championship finals this weekend. First place, again. The little shit. I’ll never escape his ego.
Taking my phone from the coffee table, I text her.
I kind of want to say something but I’m a little lost.
Are we good?
Caroline
Of course, Grumpy. Why wouldn’t we be?
We haven’t really talked since the fishing trip. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me or anything.
Caroline
I’m not. Can I come by the bar tonight or are Tuesdays also ‘handsy’?
You can come anytime you want.
I pause. Consider the phrasing and decide to send it anyway. Flirting is definitely Cash’s forte but I’ll leave it and see if it gets anything.
Caroline
For some reason, after the last few times I’ve seen you, I believe you.
Yep, it got something. My dick instantly strains. What in the hell is this woman doing to me? It was barely innuendo, and my libido has woken up.
Like I said, happy to be of service, sweetheart.
Embarrassed at myself, I close the text thread and open a different one.
