In public, inches from the road, Byrdie beneath me, eyes closed, chin lifted, biting down on her luscious lip to swallow her moan.
I fuck her hard and fast, conscious this is neither the time nor place. And I claim her mouth, barely breaking away to drag in gulps of air. I want to possess every inch of her. Want her to scream my name. But not here.
Another time.
This is about putting out the fire I lit inside her and in me.
Her pussy ripples around me. I break the kiss with a muffled groan, clamp my hands around her hips, and pick up the pace as she bucks and lets out a strangled moan.
She climaxes around me, tight as a fist around my dick.
I slam into her, press my face against her throat, and let out a groan as I fill her with cum.
For a good long while, neither of us moves.
She’s quiet under me as my cock softens inside her.
Guilt seeps in. We shouldn’t have done this on the ground, and in a fucking bush; she deserves so much better than this. Especially from me, when I fucked up and hurt her so badly before.
I don’t want to lift my head. I’m fuckingterrifiedto look down into her face and see nothing but regret.
“Well,” she says, voice relatively steady after our quick, hard fuck. “That was new.”
There’s enough amusement in her voice that I choke out a laugh, lift my head and peer down at her.
Her cheeks are flushed, lips moist and so kissable, I can’t help but claim them again.
“Did I hurt you?” I break the kiss to ask her.
She shakes her head. “I’m okay. Someone could have shot you.”
I drop a kiss on her forehead. “Yeah, well. I’d have been inside you, and there are worse ways for a guy to go.”
She smiles up at me, cheeks pink, and I’m not sure if she wants to laugh or shove me again. Before she can do either, the purr of an approaching car’s engine wipes the smile from both our faces. I put my finger to her lips, so she knows to be quiet. There’s no need. She’s frozen and silent beneath me.
Moving slowly, but quietly, I strangle my groan as I pull out of her, wanting to stay right where I am.
I tug up my jeans, quickly doing up my zipper as she slides her sweatpants up over her hips. When I glance at my cell phone, there are no missed calls or texts from Vonn.
If that’s Vonn, he floored it to get here as fast as he did. If it’s not Vonn, we’re in big fucking trouble if whoever it is decides to wander down here to investigate.
“Nash?”
My shoulders relax at the sound of Vonn’s voice, and Byrdie starts breathing again.
“Come on, beautiful,” I tell her, stuffing my phone in my pocket and snagging her hand.
Leading the way through the prickly bush and up the side of the road, I tuck her behind when she moves to walk beside me. She’s not in danger anymore. Vonn wouldn’t be calling me out if it weren’t safe, but this new protectiveness over her refuses to let her go up first. Just in case.
As we scramble onto the road, I pull Byrdie up behind me, keeping my body between her and any potential threat.
Vonn stands near my bike, his truck parked on the side of the road. He’s not wearing a coat, and his black t-shirt is untucked. I have a feeling I know exactly what he has at the back of his jeans. Since his gun isn’t in his hand, we must be out of danger.
He looks at me, then at Byrdie when she steps beside me, and rubs a hand over his face. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think you were doing down there?”
I didn’t realize how disheveled my clothes were or that I hadn’t zipped up my fly all the way. Byrdie looks equally disheveled. Of course Vonn was going to put two and two together and get four.
Byrdie’s cheeks turn pink, and she looks away.
