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“Mason.” She stops me with a tug on my hand. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want this night to end.
Dragging her into my arms, I circle an arm around her waist. “Take a ride with me?” I motion to my Jeep, hoping like hell she’ll say yes but knowing that it’s probably a bad idea. Fuck it; I’ve made worse decisions before.
The nod is almost imperceptible, but it’s there. Holding hands, we go back across the lot to where my Jeep sits, also under a light. It’s a beacon on this night, and something tells me my life is never going to be the same again.
Karina
My heart pounds as he pulls me across the parking lot to where the manliest Jeep I’ve ever seen sits. It’s a four door with streaks of mud along the quarter panels; a large tire rests on the back door. There are bits of chrome, and it appears the colors are black and a dark cherry. All the way around, sexy.
“You like to get dirty, huh?” I didn’t mean the phrase the way it came out, but now that it’s there, I don’t take it back either. I motion to the mud caked on strips of paint, tilting my head toward the tires that are covered in clay.
His dark eyes meet mine, and a smile slowly spreads across his stubble-covered face. I get the feeling he didn’t shave for our date, and I’m one hundred percent okay with that. “I do.” His voice is deep as he walks me around to the passenger side, opening the door for me. “But the dirt you’re talking about is thanks to my son and some friends of his.”
How cute is that? He took his son out mudding. It was probably that little guy’s dream come true.Before I go any further, I want to make sure there’s not some woman hiding in the background with aFatal Attractionplot for her baby daddy. “Are you close with his mom? I know from your profile you aren’t married or divorced.”
A pained look crosses his face. “She’s not in the picture, hasn’t seen him since he was a baby. I’m a single dad in the truest sense of the word.”
He helps me up into the Jeep, then I turn in my seat. “Well, I for one, am glad you could get away tonight.” It’s got to be hard for him to find a sitter – or a sitter who doesn’t hit on him, because my God, this man is hot.
“Me too.” He leans in so far that our bodies are touching. Finally completely touching. It’s been over a year since a man has touched me. After I was humiliated before my wedding, I swore off men until I joined the dating app. But there’s something aboutthis man, about the way he touches me, about the way he looks at me, the giddiness I’ve had in my stomach since I first saw him waiting for me tonight. I’m craving that physical connection, and before I know it, I’ve bridged the gap between us and fused our lips together.
There’s a surprisedmmmfrom him deep in his throat. It’s a growl, husky with the depth of its sexiness. It spreads goosebumps all over my body, and I know then, as I feel his big hands wrap around my hips, that I’m a goner.
* * *
One day in the future,someone will ask me how I ended up in the backseat of a Jeep, in a restaurant parking lot in Birmingham, Alabama with the hottest first date I’ve ever had. When they ask me that question, I’ll be honest: I have absolutely no idea how it happened. One minute, we were necking, him standing outside the vehicle, propped up against my body, my legs spread to allow him room. The next, our fingers were fighting for the rights to undress as much and as fast as the space we occupied would allow in the backseat.
“I don’t normally do this,” I pant as his rough palm travels up my stomach, until it encounters the lace of my bra.
Removing his lips from my neck nibbling slightly with his teeth, he whispers in my ear. “Can I?”
It takes me much longer than I care to admit, to figure out he’s asking for permission to move the lace down. What a fucking gentleman. “Oh, please.” I tilt my head back giving him complete control over where he wants to put those lips of his. Exposing my neck, and any other part he wishes to gorge on.
“God I wish I was shorter,” he moans as he moves one of his forearms under my thigh, lifting it to give him more room to work.
“No, fuck no, don’t be shorter. Don’t be smaller, don’t be anything…” Oh Jesus, he’s grinding into me now. I breathe out a short pant, grasp his shoulders with my nails, and wish we had a bed to do this in. “Don’t be anything other than what you are.” I wrap that leg around his waist, digging my heel into his ass, needing the friction of our bodies rubbing together.
He abandons my neck, moving down to where my hard nipple is pressing against the fabric of my shirt. I want to lift it, expose my entire body to his eyes, look down and see his lips wrapped around my flesh. But he stops my hands as I go to lift my shirt.
“Don’t wanna get arrested for indecent exposure,” he growls as he takes the turgid tip through the material, swirling his tongue around it.
The move is one of the most erotic ever done to me. I can feel the motion, but not the wetness of his saliva for a few moments as it soaks through the cotton. “Oh yes!” I grasp his hair in my fingers, thrusting up into his mouth, shivering when I feel the scrape of his teeth.
There’s flurry of activity where in the space of a few minutes, one of my shoes is kicked off, one pant leg, one side of my panties is pushed down to allow me a little room to move, and his jeans are pushed down below his hips. When I feel the velvet hardness of his cock against my thigh, I reach down, circling my fingers around the girth. He’s hot and hard, the skin stretched tightly along the crest of his head. Both of us moan loudly. Blindly, he’s reaching into his back pocket. Hearing the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper, I use my palm to jack the length.
“Don’t go too fast.” His voice is guttural, like he’s swallowed gravel or smoked a pack of cigarettes.
“No such thing as too fast.” I open my eyes, watching him, watching me as I continue pumping his erection.
“Yeah there is, sweetness. It’ll be when I spill all over that smooth thigh of yours, because this is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a really long time.”
I wonder how long it’s been for him. Does he go straight home after work, and be a good dad to his son? Does he make do with showers and porn? I want him to make do with me.
My eyes widen as he licks the palm of his hand and slaps it against my pussy. My body jumps, vibrates, as I feel the shock all the way through my system and into my core. “I’m sufficiently wet,” I assure him, needing him to hurry this up, needing him to get rid of the ache.
“So you are.” He takes his index and middle fingers, pushing them in, stretching me. I pull them into my channel, no problem, all I want is more. More of anything and everything he wants to give me.
When I feel a trail of precum on my thigh, I lift my eyes to his. “Unless you want to lose it before you get it in me, now might be the perfect time.”
