"It's good," she said against his mouth. "It's okay. I might have two years of ignoring you pent up and suddenly wanting to be free."
"Oh, okay, good," Laurie said, still hazily. "If you're sure."
"I'm sure," she promised, then breathed, "Let me show you how sure," as she pulled his shirt upward, loosening it from his kilt and ducking her head to lick at one his nipples. He gave a sharp gasp, and she closed her mouth over the little nub, sucking hard until he whimpered. She pinched the other one and his voice broke in a guttural cry that turned to heaving breaths before she lifted her head to press her lips beneath his ear and murmur, "You liked that."
"I, yeah, uh-huh."
"Let's see what else you like." She slid her hand beneath his kilt to discover—somewhat to her relief, honestly—that he wasn't going commando, and grinned before kneeling up and saying, "Get those off," to him. His hips bumped into hers as he scrambled to obey, and she took a moment to squirm out of her own underwear, which was more difficult from a straddlingposition than she wished it was. She actually started to fall over, and Laurie laughed, grabbing her waist and steadying her, then going very still and dark-eyed as she rubbed her heat against his length. "You like that too," she murmured, and he gave a high-pitched laugh, nodding with agreement. "Condoms?"
"Driver's…thing. Uh. Not driver…thing. Box? Glove box! Behind you!"
Briana twisted, and Laurie held on so she wouldn't lose balance again as she fumbled with the glove box, got the rubbers out, and pushed his kilt out of the way so she could slide the thing on him. He held very still, eyes huge again, and watched intently as she rolled her hips into his again and again, rubbing against his cock until she felt on the verge of orgasm. He clutched at her hips and she smiled breathlessly, then mounted him with slow deliberation that clearly drove him mad, and made Briana herself almost as crazy. She shuddered as he was finally seated fully within her, just the claim almost enough to send her over the edge.
His hands flexed on her hips before he shuddered, too, and slid his hand to her back again, encouraging her to lean backward into the touch. "Let me help you come," he said thickly. "Please, can I, Briana?"
"Oh, that's good," Briana whispered, tingling with the thrill of him asking. "Yes. Yes, that's good, you can do that, oh,fuckyeah," she said dizzily as he pushed up into her at the angle, his cock pressing against the sweet spot within her. One hand stayed on her back, and the other dove between her thighs, circling her clit, finding the rhythm she liked best until she rode him with desperate enthusiasm, an orgasm building until it exploded inside her with mind-blurring pleasure.
Only then did Laurie pull her upright again, settling her even more deeply on his cock as he thrust upward, arms crushed around her and his face buried in her shoulder as he cried outin rough release, too. The pulses of his pleasure sent another shockwave through Briana, and she held on to him, gasping and whimpering with satisfaction until they both slowly came down off the high of it and clung to one another, complete.
Chapter 22
Dancing with Briana would have been enough, Laurie thought hazily as he held her against himself in the confines of his truck cab. Proving himself to her eventually would have been enough. To have her body pressed against his, her heat surrounding him, her scent all he could think about, was more than he'd imagined possible right then. He released a low, almost aching laugh into her shoulder, and she said, "Hmm?" like the contented purr of a cat.
"Thank God for fate," Laurie mumbled. "Pretty sure it would've taken me years to convince you I was worth your time otherwise. All I want to do is…"
Briana laughed softly. "Maybe, but we're here now and I like it. All you want to do is what?" she added, obviously amused.
"Make you happy," he whispered. "Satisfy you. Please you. Worship at the altar of you."
"You're off to a pretty good start." Briana nestled closer, warm and comforting. She felt small in his arms, though she wasn't, really. Not with those shoulders or those powerful biceps. She was leaner than he'd imagined, a real climber's build, with palmful-sized breasts and what felt like a whittled waistbeneath the fabric bunched there. Her legs were strong, and he could imagine them wrapped around his hips vividly enough that his cock twitched, making Briana's breath catch. "Already?"
Laurie half groaned, half laughed. "Probably not quite yet. By the time we get home, though…. I mean. If you want to go home with me."
"That sounds perfect," Briana murmured, then put the tip of her tongue on his ear before whispering, "because I can't really show you how creative a rock climber can be with knots, in a truck."
That time his cock twitched so hard Laurie saw stars, and Briana gave a low, delicious laugh. "Ooh. You might be into that?"
"I don't know, I've never…" Laurie was fairly sure he might pass out as Briana moved enough to slide her hands into his hair and kiss him like she was taking total control of his soul. When she finally let him come up for air, he said, "Yes," hazily.
"That's good," Briana breathed. "Why don't you take me home, and we'll go from there?"
Laurie whispered, "Yes," again. They disentangled so hecoulddrive them back to his house, but all he could think was of Briana's confidence and power and sensuality, and how he would gratefully spend the rest of his life serving that, and her.
She had pulled her dress up, obviously, though she hadn't re-fastened the strap across the shoulders, so she looked positively delinquent as they got out of the truck, her already-short skirt riding high on her thighs and her hair falling loose from its clips. She shot him a startled glance, though, and gestured at the house. "You own a, what, five bedroom house, and we just had sex in a truck?"
"I'm pretty sure the truck was your idea," Laurie said, half-offended.
"I didn't know an entire house was an option!"
"Technically it's Mom and Dad's house. Jon and I were sharing it, but he and Alis bought a place of their own for when she moves out here this summer, so it's just me here now."
"I can work with that." Briana sauntered toward him, stood on her toes for a kiss, and then headed for the front door likesheowned the place. Laurie, mesmerized by the way her dress just barely stayed on, followed after, and quickly realized she'd meant it when she said theentirehouse was an option. They ended up asleep in the living room at about two in the morning, and moved to Laurie's bedroom around four after Briana went in search of the bathroom.
The doorbell rang at about ten a.m., and Laurie, confused and bleary, got up to find a cheerful-looking delivery driver from the nearby bakery holding a box of cinnamon rolls. Laurie croaked, "Thanks," and took the box, staggered to the kitchen, opened it, and laughed: his brother had sent them, along with a note that saidCongratulations. Thought I'd return the favor.
Briana wandered into the kitchen wearing one of Laurie's shirts, which was a more delicious sight than even the cinnamon rolls. She apparently didn't know it, though, because she opened the box, read the note, and turned to Laurie with her eyebrows elevated even as she took one of the rolls. "Return the favor?"
"When Jon and Alis first got together I went over to the bakery and got cinnamon rolls so they'd have something to eat in the morning. And I don't knowhow, but word must have gotten to Jon that you and I got together last night." Laurie found his phone to take a picture of the cinnamon rolls and the note, then sent it to Jon withThanksand??!?!?!?!
