Page 80 of Tennessee Trouble

I try to regain my composure, ready to tell her no. That she’s hearing things. But Brandt is having none of it.

He continues to play—swiping, swirling—doing everything he can with the little room he has thanks to my clothing. My body is on fire, my pulse strumming with each one of his movements, blood like lava coursing through me. I want more. I want to feel him fully. I want him to make me explode as I scream his name.

But that’s not going to happen like this. If for no other reason than he’s avoiding my clit. Waiting for just the right moment to slide his finger across the little⁠—

“Faaaa!” I gasp.

Another tap against my clit, this time evoking a wordless response. Nothing more than me trying to catch my breath from the pleasure now ripping through me. That’s it. I need him now.

“Rest area, one mile,” I demand, desperation dripping from my voice like a soaked dog just in from a thunderstorm.

Brandt chuckles, hitting the gas as hard as he can. He’s on a mission—errrr, a new mission—to finish what he just started.

“Oh? A rest area? Perfect!” Mikayla comments. “Wait for us there. I’ll tell Rylan to gun it and we’ll see you there soon.”

“Take your time,” I tell her, but she’s already hung up.

We’re on the exit ramp to the rest area that turns out to have a picnic pavilion attached to it, pulling into a secluded, shady spot at the far end of the lot. I unclick my belt, ready to attack Brandt. To give him a taste of his own medicine thanks to the desire rushing through me.

Instead, my door opens, Brandt blocking my way out, licking his fingers. Very specifically licking me off his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good, Luna…”

And I’m done.

My nickname lights me up, like a grand prize win at a casino, every bell and whistle inside me blaring at full blast. My core still tingles with need, aching for his touch. For him.

“Now let’s get these off,” he growls.

Spinning me in my seat, his thumbs are inside my unbuttoned pants, tugging the fabric over my hips before I can reply. He’s a man possessed, the flames in his eyes flickering bright as he holds my gaze. He wants one thing, and one thing only. Me.

“Fuck me…please…” I beg.

“I will. But first, I feast.”

Oh, holy shit…

Growling again, Brandt yanks me forward, my bare ass flush with the end of the seat, my pants shimmied down to my knees. He dips down, throwing my legs over his head, resting each one on his shoulders, trapped in by the pants. I giggle, thinking we must be a sight, legs splayed as far as the fabric will allow, resting on his shoulders, ready and waiting for this man to have his way with me.

“I know I’ve told you, but it bears repeating, Luna…you have the prettiest pussy.”

Another shiver ripples through me, those dirty words turning up the heat. An admiration I didn’t think I’d even need. Until Brandt.

He gives me a long, slow lick, starting at the very bottom of my pussy, moving through my wetness, moaning as he goes. Pleasure surges, the friction from his touch making my nerve endings stand at high alert. Then he does it again.

Humming, he gives me one last slow lick. One last teasing touch.

Now, all bets are off.

Brandt dives in, his mouth on me in ways I can’t describe. If I thought he was a man possessed before, I was wrong. I didn’t know what that really meant until now. Until he had me like this, sucking, nibbling, teasing every which way, all at once. A spark lights inside me, catching on like a fire. One that is instantly roaring and hot, laser focused on one spot. The spot that is pulling forth the best intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. Something that doesn’t have a name, ebbing and flowing as it grows.

“Brandt…” I moan, needing to say something, but at a loss for words. It’s too hard to think. All I can do is feel.

Feel so fucking good.

Reaching down, I run my hands through his hair, needing the contact. He does me one better, sliding his hand up my body, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers. The gesture is powerful, meaningful, and overwhelming. It connects us. In a way that is both simple and complex. Like a tether. One I don’t want to undo.

Two fingers slide into me, instantly finding the magic spot. Tap, tap, tap.