He stopped. Confusion flickered across his face, followed by something that looked like hurt. “No?”
“Not later.” I shifted closer to him, closing the distance between us until our knees were touching. “Not somewhere nice. Here. Now.”
“Gabby…” His voice cracked. “We’re in a truck.”
“I know.”
“In a ditch. In a snowstorm.”
“I know.” I held his gaze, letting him see how serious I was. “I’ve been waiting twenty-three years for someone who felt right. And you feel right, Mason. This feels right. I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to go somewhere nice and overthink it and talk myself out of it. I wantyou. Right now. In this truck. Before I lose my nerve.”
His breath was coming faster. I watched his chest rise and fall, watched his hands clench and unclench like he was fighting for control.
“We have an hour,” I reminded him. “Maybe less. But right now, nobody’s coming. It’s just us.”
I reached for the zipper of my coat.
Mason’s eyes went wide.
I pulled the zipper down slowly, deliberately, then shrugged the coat off my shoulders. Underneath, I was wearing my work shirt—just a simple black tee with the roadhouse logo. Nothing special. But the way Mason was looking at me, you’d think I was wearing diamonds.
“Gabby,” he breathed.
I let the coat fall to the seat behind me and turned to face him fully.
“Your move, Mason.”
4
MASON
Icouldn’t breathe for a second.
Gabby sat there, coat gone, cheeks flushed from cold and something hotter, daring me with those dark eyes to make the next move.
My pulse hammered so hard, I felt it in my throat, in my cock, everywhere. I’d been half-hard since she said the word “virgin.” Now, I was aching, straining against the thick navy cargo pants we wore on shift—the ones with too many damn pockets and a belt that suddenly felt like a chastity device.
I shrugged out of my turnout coat first and tossed it onto the back seat. The cab instantly felt smaller, warmer. I reached down, found the lever, and shoved the driver’s seat all the way back until it locked with a metallic clunk.
Plenty of room now. For what we both wanted.
“Come here, Gabby,” I said, voice rougher than I meant it to be.
She didn’t move to climb over the console like I expected. Instead, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied them down her hips, taking the little scrap of panties with them.
Just like that—bare from the waist down, her hot-as-hell thick thighs catching the dim glow from the dash lights. The sight punched the air out of my lungs as a thought flashed through my head.
Was she already wet for me?
I felt the rush hit me so hard my balls drew up tight and I almost came right there in my pants like some teenager. Jesus Christ.
She tossed the jeans behind her and climbed over, knees on either side of my thighs, straddling me before I could get my head straight. Her fingers went straight for my belt, frantic, shaking a little. I caught her wrists, stopping her.
She froze, looking down at me with wide eyes, lips parted. I slid one hand up the back of her neck, into that thick dark hair, and pulled her down to me. I kissed her slow at first—just lips, soft, tasting the sweet tea still on her tongue. Then deeper, hungrier, until she melted against my chest and made this tiny needy sound in her throat that went straight to my cock. I swallowed the sound, licked into her mouth, felt her whole body shiver.
Her hands found my belt again while we kissed, and this time I let her. She got it open, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down.
My cock sprang out into her hand like it had been waiting years for her touch. I was so hard, it bordered on painful, flushed dark, a bead of precum already pearling at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around me and stroked once, twice, thumb swiping over the head, and I groaned into her mouth.
