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“I love bench seats.” She cupped his cheeks. “Never buy a truck that doesn’t have one.”
“Agreed.” Too light, too soft, and too hesitantly, he touched her belly.
She could see the tremble of his hands and the way he clenched his fists. She sat back on his thighs, opening her zipper wider. She rose over him, tucked his hand into her pants, into her panties until the rough tips of his fingers found her heat.
His eyes blazed, and his jaw went rigid with the control he sought. But she didn’t want his control tonight. She wanted to watch him fly apart, wanted to see just how far she could push him.
“I’m so ready. So wet.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and dived deeper. He filled her with two fingers and sawed against the swollen tissues of her pussy. Turning his hand, he brought his thumb into play, rolling the tip around her clit until her breath kicked against her chest with each pant. “I want to see.”
God, she wanted that too. She wanted to watch him explore her, but the dark was coming, and this wasn’t the time or the place to let him do that.
She fumbled at his jeans, the zipper catching over the bulge of his cock. “Help me.”
“Busy.” He added a third finger, stretching her wide and filling her up as his relentless thumb finally paused only to pulse under her clit. She punched the roof of the truck, arching up as he finger fucked her.
His name was a scream and a shout with a prayer for good measure.
“Christ, I can feel you squeezing me. God dammit, Kendall.”
She heard his voice, but the weightless blast of her orgasm melted her brain. She gripped the seat and ground onto his hand even as part of her tried to shy away from the overwhelming pleasure.
He reared up, his hand on her back as he tongued her nipple. His shirt was open, his jeans undone, and she could see his cock pressed tight against his belly, but there was nothing she could do but watch his fingers thrust inside her.
She stilled over him, every muscle locked, her breath trapped in a vortex of the most painfully blissful edge of madness. He looked up at her, his mouth moving to her throat, and those soft lips gentled against her jaw. She turned her attention to his eyes and saw the intensity that was always there waiting for her.
And she lost herself in him.
God, she hoped she would survive this. Survive him.
He held her tight as the shudders and the pleasure folded in on her until she was something totally different.
She was his.
In the cab of his truck as full night blanketed a field in the middle of Utah, she drew her first breath, and it was all Shane.
She dropped her forehead on his shoulder and slumped against him. “Give me just a minute, and we’ll take care of you.”
He smoothed his hand up her back until he found her braid, and another one of her ponytail holders was tossed behind the seat. He drew his fingers out of her and held her against him, his other hand busy unwinding her hair until it tumbled down her back.
She found enough strength to lift her head. “I’m running out of hair ties.”
“Good.”
“No, not good.”
He grunted as she fit a hand between them to mold the heavy line of his cock. His grunt turned to a hiss as she got to the velvety head peeking from his shorts. He stilled her hand.
“What?”
“We’re going to drive until I can’t drive anymore. Then we’re going to find a hotel, and I’m going to spread you out and fuck you until you can’t move.”
Her empty pussy clenched at nothing, wanting that very much. “Can we have round one in the truck?”
“That was round one.”
She brushed her knuckle against the thickness of his shaft, up to the slightly narrower head. “Okay, round two sounds good to me.”
