Outside with the guys, I can almost forget my frustration over Tawny’s insistence that we stay a secret. Marcus and Sam are cool; I can see us being friends. Toby’s a riot and so full of energy I’m tired from watching him.
But even as we talk football stats, half my mind is occupied with thoughts of Tawny. How can I get her over this hurdle of not wanting to go public? I thought she believed me when I said I was in this forever, that I wasn’t going anywhere. But if that was true, then why the hell won’t she let me tell the world she’s mine?
I’ve done everything I can to convince her this is real for me, but her reticence fires off a voice of doubt deep inside that keeps getting louder. If Tawny can’t accept our relationship as real and go public with it, then maybe she’s not as invested in it as I am. Maybe I’m setting myself up for a world of hurt.
When we finally climb back into the truck after brunch is over, there’s a weird tension between us that I don’t like one bit. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I drive us to the base of West Mountain, to our trail and park.
When we get there, Tawny looks at me with her eyebrows raised.
“You do realize I’m in sandals and a dress, right? Hardly hiking clothes.”
“We aren’t hiking, T. We’re talking.”
She drops her head and focuses on her hands twisting in her lap. I reach over and grab one, linking our fingers together. Turning in my seat, I face her and lift the center console up so that the front seat becomes one long bench seat. A gentle tug brings her closer to me, but not close enough.
“Tawny Michaels. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. And I want the world to know that, or at least the residents of Westmount Island.”
Can’t say it much more clearly than that, now can I? If she doesn’t agree, I don’t know where we stand. My stomach ties itself in knots when she doesn’t answer right away and I swear I can see the happy image I’d created of us slipping through my fingers.
Finally, I hear her take a long, deep inhale and blow it out through her mouth.
“I love you too, Shawn Macdonald. So much that I want to marry you someday. And I guess if I’m going to do that, we kind of need to let people know we’re dating.”
She says it so quietly, so matter of fact, I almost think I heard wrong. But then she turns to me, a tremulous smile on her face, and I realize that she’s serious.
A fire kindles inside of my soul. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, the moment she finally surrenders to our love.
“Kiss me.” The words come out as more of a growl than I mean them to be, but it’s taking all of my self-control not to rip her clothes off and take her right here in my truck.
As soon as our lips touch my need for her takes over. I plunder her mouth, swiping with my tongue until she opens for me, our mouths dancing together. She’s giving as much as I am and the dam that has been holding back our passion breaks.
“I need to get you home and out of these clothes,” I mutter when we finally separate. When I lean back in my seat, I have to adjust myself from the agony of my dick struggling against my zipper. Not easy to do in the front seat of a pickup truck.
Once we’re both buckled, I place my hands on the steering wheel and hold on tight to try and stop myself from touching Tawny. I’m so revved up that one more feel of her skin might make me combust. I drive back to her house as fast as I dare and without caring one fucking bit who might see us.
I pull the truck into her driveway and park haphazardly on an angle and I don’t care enough to take the time to fix it. Tawny seems just as impatient as I am because I don’t even have time to open her door for her, she’s out and hustling up to her front door as quickly as she can.
The door closes behind us and it’s as if someone fired the starting gun for the race to get naked. Clothes fly everywhere, her bra landing on top of a lampshade making us both laugh for a second in between kisses. We stumble over to her couch and she pushes me down. I sit, my legs spread and beckon for her to sit on my lap. She shakes her head and with a sultry smirk that makes my cock twitch, she drops to her knees in between my legs.
“Tawny.”
“Mac,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard from her. She wraps her hands around the base of my cock and slides them up and down slowly. The friction is insane, but I want more. I put my hands over top of hers, groaning at the squeeze she gives me.
“I have a better idea, babe. Climb up here.” I swing my legs around so that I’m lying on the couch. When Tawny climbs up, facing me, I shake my head.
“Turn around.”
Understanding dawns on her and heat flares in her eyes with anticipation. She turns and backs up until her hips are right over top of my face.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful.”
“Less talking, more licking,” she commands, shaking her ass in my face. I slap it lightly, loving this dirty, playful side of her.
“Yes ma’am.”
I grab her hips, my fingers digging into her ass, holding her in place as my tongue gives one long swipe up her sex. Her back arches and she moans before dropping her head and taking me in deep. Her hands are holding her up, but I don’t miss them, not with how goddamn talented Tawny is with her mouth. I know I won’t last long like this, not with the taste of her on my tongue and the feel of her mouth on my dick.Fuck.All too soon I can feel the pressure mounting inside of me.
I’m determined to get Tawny off before I blow, so I move one hand in between her legs and slide my fingers inside. That, plus my lips sucking on her clit, has her bowing her body with pleasure, grinding against my face. The vibration from her moans is bringing me dangerously close to my own orgasm but when I feel her leg muscles clench, I know I’m good to go. She comes with a cry around my cock and seconds later I’m coming into her mouth.
