“I feel like I need to go scream and get it out or something. I hate that he’s ruining what was a really nice night.”
He lifts an eyebrow and looks over at me. “You know a good scream spot?”
“Actually,” I say, “you know that sharp drive up the mountain to the left of the road?”
“Yeah.”
“Turn up there. Hopefully we’re there too early for the raucous teens.”
Jake chuckles. “We’re going to some teenaged makeout spot?”
I scoff. “It’s makeouts, smashing beers, and riding four-wheelers, thank you very much. There. Turn there.”
We bobble along in the cab, the road full of washouts and ruts. “At one point someone was going to build a house up here. Then they realized what a bitch it was going to be to get all the building materials up here.”
Jake’s hands jockey on the wheel and he shouts over the dirt road noise. “I can’t imagine why.”
He turns where I indicated and comes to a stop at the clearing. He cracks the windows and turns the truck off, switching it so we can just hear the radio. We’re both still except for his hand on my thigh.
“When’s the last time you drove to a makeout spot?” Jake asks, his voice low.
“Been a good long time.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and swallow hard. Things are likely about to get heated, and we haven’t addressed something important. “Hey, I know it was just yesterday when I told you, but did you give any thought to what you’re comfortable with as far as the herpes risk?”
He laces his fingers with mine and twists to look more directly at me. “I did a little research while I was at the lab. It sounds like our risk is low, assuming you keep me posted if you start feeling sick or noticing anything. But you have to be comfortable too. I know you’re worried about it.”
I nod. “I am.”
Jake’s thumb swishes over the back of my hand. “Would you feel better if we used condoms until you can get tested again? I mean, this is new anyway. Condoms are never a bad idea.”
“Yeah. That makes sense. But what about oral or like . . . incidental contact?”
Jake tips his head from side to side and snorts a laugh. “I’m cool with incidental contact.” He says it with a squeeze to my hand. “Especially because I don’t think the risk is high. But again, I want you to be comfortable too.”
“Yeah. That makes sense to me. I’m in.” I draw a shuddering breath. “Sorry. This is all so unsexy.”
Jake shakes his head. “Nah. It’s actually kinda hot. Now I’ve thought about doing all those things with you.”
I puff my bottom lip out. “Oh, and you’ve never considered it before tonight?”
“Absolutely not.” He leans closer. “I’ve never thought about your pussy pulsing around my fingers.” He launches a slow, deliberate kiss. “Or your sassy mouth stuffed full of my cock.” Another kiss. “How you might moan when I push inside you.” This time, I grasp the back of his neck, trying to keep the kiss going, but he breaks away one more time. “And I definitely haven’t thought once about how fucking amazing you tasted on my fingers yesterday.”
Jake nudges me to the far passenger seat, scooting himself into the middle. Then with a combination of his encouragement and my urgent need to have him, he hauls me over to straddle his lap. His eyes blaze into mine, and I suppress my smile by biting my lip.
“That’s good,” I start, “because I for sure haven’t thought about how hard you got for me yesterday,” I kiss under his ear. “Or how sweet and sexy it was when you took care of me,” I steal one from his lips. “Or how since that first day of work, I’ve obsessed about your strong shoulders,” a nip on his bottom lip. “And your tight ass,” one more bite, holding longer until he grinds against me. “And these infuriating dimples.”
I giggle against Jake’s lips as he wraps his arms tight around my waist and launches a fierce kiss. It’s unfettered joy, basking in the simple glow of liking someone and having them like you back. We tussle as we make out, rolling our hips, swallowing whimpers and gasps, and I have the thought that maybe humans should figure out a way to be able to crawl into each other’s skin.
Jake pulls away and drizzles lazy, featherlight kisses down my neck, over my collarbones, and into the V of my dress. He lingers there, nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“These fucking tits, Darcy,” he moans. “Just the icing on the damn cake.”
“I think my tits have gotten more love from you than my lips, cowboy,” I mope. “My lips are jealous.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks. “You needin’ some kisses?”
“Yeah. Kiss me good, cowboy.”
Jake seals me into a bruising kiss. I curl my hips against him and his hands claw my thighs under my dress, inching closer and closer to my ass. His fingertips pass over the lace of my thong, exploring where fabric ends and skin begins.
