“You’re serious?”
“Pass me your wallet and find out.”
He digs in his jacket pocket and passes it over. I flip it open. He has a credit card and a few other cards, in addition to his driver’s license, which tells me his birthday was in early September—just a few weeks after we hooked up in Pearl Bay. In the money pouch is a row of three condoms and a small packet of lube. I fish out the lube and fold his wallet, setting it on the console between us. I kick off my flats and lift my butt, pushing my leggings over my hips and down my thighs. I remove them the rest of the way and drop them on the center console as well, so they don’t get wet from the snow I tracked into the truck.
Maverick pulls off the freeway and follows the darker, lesser-traveled roads that lead to Pearl Bay. I shift around in my seat and set my phone in one of the cupholders, making sure there’s enough illumination from the screen that he has a semi-decent view of my bare legs, without it lighting up the entireinterior. I settle in the seat so my back is to the door and my knee rests against the glove box. The other foot I prop up on the center console.
Maverick glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “You still got your panties on, sweetheart.”
“I know.” I slide a hand down the front of my underwear, skimming over my clit.
“I can’t see what you’re doing.”
“I know that too.”
He huffs a laugh and refocuses his attention on the road. But every few seconds he looks back over—just a glance. I run my finger up and down my slit, slipping it in up to the first knuckle, then using my wetness to circle my aching clit. I let my head rest against the window and hum softly.
“Tell me what’s going on over there?”
“I’m getting ready to be stretched by your fat cock.”
His jaw ticks, and his grin turns lascivious. “I can’t wait to fuck all those dirty words out of your sweet mouth.”
“Me too.” I ease my hand out and glance at the road as we pass a sign for Pearl Bay. Only ten minutes away now. I push my panties to the side and ease two fingers in on a low moan.
His gaze darts between me and the road, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white. “Fuckin’ hell, Clover,” he groans.
“Having some regrets about this suggestion?”
His gaze drops between my legs. “Not hardly.”
“Eyes on the road, sweetheart,” I mock.
His lip twitches, but his eyes return to the road. He has to brake a little harder than it seems he expected when the GPS announces our turn is in three hundred feet. The back end of the truck skids, but he regains traction and makes the right-hand turn. We’re just a few miles away now, but the drive in from here is slower, the roads narrower and not lit up at all.
“I’m not going to have a lot in the way of self-control when we get there,” he grinds out.
“Good. I don’t want you to have self-control.” I add another finger, my gaze bouncing between Maverick and the windshield as we slowly make our way over the snow-covered road, down a hill, and around three bends before we reach the driveway to my place, which has been plowed. The cabin comes into view, and I notice the snow has also been shoveled off the front porch, and there are lights on.
As soon as the truck is in park, Maverick hits the release on his seat belt, cranks the back of his seat flat and reaches over to undo my seat belt as well. He hits the interior light, illuminating us. “I want you to finish what you started.”
“The cabin is right there.” I nod toward the front windshield, but push my fingers deeper, lifting my hips, stroking inside, trying to reach my G-spot, but the angle is all wrong.
“I know. I want to watch you fuck your hand right here, before I take you inside and keep those fingers, that mouth, and that sweet, sweet pussy busy for the next few hours.”
“You’ve already watched me fuck my hand.” I stretch my other leg over the dashboard.
“Not the same through a screen.” He runs his hand up my shin and along the inside of my thigh. “I want my truck to smell like you for the next month. Every time I get in here, I want to remember the way you look right now. So fucking sexy.” He leans in and kisses the inside of my leg. Then he bites the skin. “My sweet, dirty girl.”
I shudder, grinding down on my hand, but I know it’s not going to be enough. “Maybe you can help me?”
“What kind of help you looking for?” He kisses the inside of my thigh and sucks.
“Whatever you’re willing to give. I can’t hit the spot the way you can.”
“That must be frustrating.”
I bite my lip and nod.
