Even though rain and wind whipped around them, it felt as if they’d shifted beyond time and space, inhabited a place where they were one consciousness, one light merging, expanding, then contracting down to a pure sensation of pleasure, and he had to be deeper, feel every part of her, wanted the deepest parts of her to feel him. He needed her to know him, crave every fiber of his being, good, bad, and one day, maybe even the ugly.
Stroking her abdomen, he slipped his hand up and sank his fingers into her breast, her heart hammering inside his palm.
Using the strength of his body to suspend Stormy off the ground, impaled on Bubba, he placed his hands outside of hers, gripped the truck, and thrust deeper. Stormy’s shout was rough and guttural, but his sienna-red woman didn’t tell him to stop, didn’t tell him to be gentle, didn’t relent, she arched, signaling it was okay to go deeper still. Bubba swelled and lengthened at the challenge, stretching his skin as if ready to break through it, transforming into something only Stormy’s pussy had the power to command.
Big Country pounded into her then, Bubba’s head colliding into the furthest boundaries of Stormy’s womb. She was sobbing now, begging, and he retreated but he couldn’t take pity.
He reached down and angled her body just right, jackhammered into her, pulling back until his tip just barely breached her nether lips and surged back into her, Bubba hitting a spot that made her wail and buck as her body imploded in orgasm. Her words turned to desperate mutterings, but he didn’t relent, he fucked her hard and fast, balls drawing tighter each time he came into contact with that inner barrier. He shouted into the storm as he burst inside of Stormy, pounding his seed into her womb until he was too weak to do anything beyond breathe and stand upright, the truck supporting them both.
He gave her all he knew how to give and didn’t fear that he’d have nothing left of himself. For the first time he understood that giving didn’t always mean losing.
Unwilling to retreat from her body, Big Country stayed locked inside her, at peace in the heavy rain. Stormy rested her head on his forearm, covered his hands with hers and held on, too. He felt her smile against his arm.
“I’m going to lose my license fucking around with you.”
Looking over the truck’s edge, he saw that the weather had chased everyone inside the shelter of the building, so her license was safe for the moment.
“Well I’ve lost my ever-loving mind fucking around with you, so darlin, I think we’re pretty much even.”
She chuckled, leaned her head back and kissed him, then shimmied down his body until her feet rested on solid ground. Pulling out of her completely, he eased her dress down her hips and walked her around to the passenger side of the truck. Lifting her into the cab, he couldn’t avoid the temptation to smack her on the ass.
He walked to the driver’s side of the truck feeling light on his feet. The worm of discontent dogging him for weeks was gone and his old spirit had returned. Peeling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his jeans, he tossed them into the back of the truck and got into the cab.
“What exactly do you have against wearing clothes?” Stormy asked as he reached for the ignition.
“Not a thing, darlin’, it’s my nature. If there’s nothing else I’ve learned, you gotta live as free as you can as often as you can.”
She rested her head on the back of the seat and watched him, smiled, and closed her eyes. By God, she was beautiful.
“Don’t drift off just yet.”
Her eyes fluttered open and he tapped the steering-wheel, found himself uttering words he never thought he’d say.
“I know our contract has ended, and you’d be right to not enter into another with me because I’m clear, I would break that bitch, too…no doubt. But I want to propose something else, something downright foolish.”
“Like?”
“Like we agree that life is what it is between us until we decided it ain’t. No contracts, no stipulations, just us.”
Her eyes turned all soft and smiley, and his chest tightened from the impact of it.
She nodded, leaned toward him, and sealed their fates with a kiss.
Driving back to the cottage, Big Country looked out along the long dark road they were traveling and couldn’t immediately recall a time he’d felt more at ease.
Stormy awoke when Lucas lifted her from the truck.
Half-opening her eyes, she rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her into the house. This felt good, felt right, like they were meant to move through this moment in life together, no matter where they ended up.
Once he’d navigated her inside the entryway, Lucas sat her on her feet and kissed her back to wakefulness, laughing softly when she reached for the band of his underwear. He secured her arms at her side and turned her in the direction of the bedroom.
“Go on, take your shower while I call and check in with Merlee.”
Stormy looked toward the bedroom. Darkness and shadows coalesced beyond the open double doors, rooting her to the spot.
Delilah had broken into her home and tried to burn it down because she’d believed Stormy an obstacle to happiness with Lucas. Delilah had also inhabited the home of the elderly couple she’d killed and buried in their own yard. It wasn’t just paranoia that had Stormy imagining the woman inside the dark room, waiting to gut her or cut her throat.
“Um, shouldn’t you secure the perimeter or something like that?” she asked Lucas. “Make sure no one—Delilah, for instance—is in the house waiting to kill us?”
