Josie draped it over her lap, calling out her thanks as I turned and jogged to the passenger side of my truck and rifled through the glove compartment.
“Please don’t be fucking expired,” I muttered, grabbing the box of condoms I’d stashed away months ago.Or was it longer?It’d been so long since I’d used one.
I checked the date, noting I was well within the time frame of use, and sent up a silent prayer. I remembered reading something in college about how they were technically good for three to five years, but questioning the integrity of condoms wasn’t something I was willing to gamble on.
“We’re all set,” I said, running back inside and shaking the box for her to see.
Josie smiled, and the sight damn near took my breath away. “Thank god,” she laughed. “I don’t know if I could’ve waited for a store run.”
“A store run, huh?” I leaned in, trying to steady my pulse. “You desperate for my dick, darlin’?”
She rolled her eyes, reaching for my belt loops and pulling mecloser. “Maybe I am, cowboy. Or maybe I just want to know just how well you ride.”
I went willingly, settling myself between her legs as though I belonged. “Is that a challenge?”
“I’m just saying that your mouth has been writing a lot of checks, but it’s time to cash them in?—”
“I think you know mymouthcan cash all the checks it’s written, and believe me, darlin’,” I said, leaning in close, “any other payout will be just as grand.”
Josie’s hands were working the button of my jeans before I could reach it. She fought against the worn fabric until it finally popped free, not waiting for my zipper to slide the denim down.
I hissed as she ran the heel of her palm along my erection, trying like hell to toe off my boots and shimmy out of my pants. All remaining effort went toward not coming in my briefs like a fucking pubescent teenager who’d never touched a woman before.
“Condom,” I said through gritted teeth.
She reached toward the box as I slipped any remaining clothes off. When she turned her attention back toward me, her gaze slid slowly down my body to where I slowly stroked my cock. “See something you like?” I asked.
Josie ripped into the packet and pulled out the condom. She reached out, slowly rolling the latex over the head of my dick until it reached the base. When her gaze met mine, all pretenses were gone.
This was real. We were going to do this.
“Hold on,” I told her with a wink.
“Wait, what?” she asked, squealing as I scooped her into my arms and carried her toward the pool table in the corner.
Frank had bought it brand new when he opened this place, and it’d quickly become a staple of the old bar. I’d recently refurbished the antique with brand new green felt as a birthday present, though he stopped me from sanding and restaining the oak wood.It was still scuffed and dented from the years gone by, but he’d said it’d just given it character.
I sat Josie down on the edge, but she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. She hopped down, and I cringed as her bare feet touched the floor. Sure, I tried to keep the place clean, but I hadn’t done any of that shit yet since my focus had been entirely on her.
But as I opened my mouth to tell her to stop, Josie turned toward the pool table. With careful hands, she drew the hem of her shirt over her head and made quick work of her bra. All thoughts eddied from my mind as she looked over her shoulder, her hands sliding along the scarred wood as she bent over and waved her ass in a dangerous taunt.
I closed the distance between us in two strides, running one hand down the center of her back as I used the other to drag my cock along her drenched core. The sight of her on display for me was the most sensual thing I’d ever seen. This woman didn’t know me, yet here she was, pushing back and seeking the relief she desperately craved.
Josie was at my will, my mercy, and?—
“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me.”
And just like that, our roles had changed.
josie
. . .
With one hard thrust,all the air left my lungs as Lincoln drove his hips forward.
“Fuck,” he growled, going still when all I wanted was for him to move. His cock filled me. I needed the friction, needed him to soothe the ache he’d created the moment I stepped into this nowhere bar.
He wrapped his arms around my stomach, tugging me back until our bodies were flush. His hands ran slowly up to my chest, palming my aching breasts and pinching my nipples until I cried out. It was a different sort of pain, a hurt caused by all the right attention.
