Please, Beckham. Please give me what we both want.
His lips rolled together, his touch moving between my legs. I sighed blissfully, head rolling back against the chair.
“Is this considered public if it’s in my truck?” he asked, somewhat teasingly, though I heard the heavy need that was overtaking him too.
“Fuck the rules,” I breathed, my voice sounding so damn desperate. But I didn’t care. I was about to fucking implode from all this damn tension. Dodging around what we both wanted wasn’t doing him or me any favors.
His entire body seemed to freeze, but not a secondpassed before he moved again. His fingers slid inside the waistband of my leggings, not stopping until he cupped my pussy with no restraint.
I moaned,needingthis. Needing him to touch me like we were more than just friends after spending a day pretending.
But was it pretending if we were baby shopping for my son? Was it pretending if we got dinner after and acted as if it wasn’t a date?
Lines were blurred, and I didn’t have the energy to give a damn.
Beckham was all I wanted, and I was tired of pretending that wasn’t the case.
Two fingers slid inside me, and the breath I sucked in should’ve been embarrassing, but I was so wound up, I didn’t have a care in the world for anything but him touching me like this.
“Jesus, Parker,” Beckham hissed.
I peeked to be sure his eyes were still on the road.
They were.
He’d never put me in danger.
“How long have you been hiding this?” he asked, sliding in and out at a painfully slow pace.
For years, I thought.
“All day,” I lied.
I’d been soaked since even before I saw him slide into his Carhartt jacket this morning. Watching the way his biceps flexed as he put it on in one swift movement should be forbidden for everyone but me. Last night, I’d thought about the way he’d completely ravished me onthe porch at his parents’ ranch, my hand disappearing between the covers multiple times. I’d been restless knowing that today I’d get Beckham all to myself. No Wyatt to interrupt us. No checking fences or sliding beneath a truck for an oil change or getting distracted by dinner or cleaning the house. Today was all me and Beckham, and that knowledge had the floodgates opening.
His fingers slid dangerously deep inside me, his right hand curving at an awkward angle as he kept a steady left hand on the wheel.
“Pull over,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He wasted no time jerking the truck off the road and a safe distance into the bordering field. The vehicle lurched as he shifted into park and yanked off his seat belt. Needy hands did the same to mine, then hefted me up and onto his lap. His fingers were back where they belonged in seconds, thrusting in and out of me as I straddled his lap.
Breath fanned out of me like I’d run miles to get to this point with him, my hair cascading around us in an umbrella of heat and lust and pure, utter need. Even the size of my stomach couldn’t keep us from each other, so why had I tried in the first place?
My necklace dangled between us as I rocked into his hand. The charm bounced off his chin, grazing his cheeks and bumping his nose. His lips parted, snagging the jewelry in his teeth.
I nearly came apart at the sight.
“Beck,” I moaned, though it was barely audible overour panting breaths and the sounds coming from where he was pumping in and out of me.
Beckham’s other hand tore into my hair, pulling my face down to his. My necklace popped off the edge of his tongue before our mouths crashed together.
With his lips on mine and my heart in his grasp, I realized now that the rules I’d conjured up were not to save either of us. They weren’t to protect him from the burden of raising my child, or because messing around was foolish. I’d forced them onto us like a lock and key because I knew his kisses would pull me back into an orbit I’d long ago lost. His eyes as he gazed down at me, thrusting his cock inside me, would ruin all chances of us staying on our separate paths.
But I didn’t want those chances anymore. I didn’t want to forfeit another second of his mouth glued to mine.
The only chance I wanted was giving in to my love for him again.
His thumb brushed my clit, my hips rocking into him as my skin grew so hot, I had no idea how we didn’t burst into flames.
