“Imight expire by midnight if we don’t hurry up.” I take her hand and press it to the bulge that proves exactly how acute my need for her is.
She inhales a sharp breath, exhaling out a mumbled, “Oh, God.”
“The quicker we get home, the better. I want you so damn bad right now. I don’t think I can wait another two minutes, let alone an extra fifteen, walking back to the entrance through a crowd. Now get your fine ass over the fence.” I snatch my hat off her head and reposition it on my own before pushing down on the barbed wire with my boot and offering her my hand for balance. She climbs over without any hesitation, and I follow in one swift move.
Once we’re both over the fence, I open the passenger door of the old Chevy for her. Her body brushes up against mine, and my synapses are going positively haywire as I smell the combination of her sage and lavender scent mixed with hay and apple cider. I’m considering the finer points of pulling off her jeans and sinking into her right here when the headlights of the car next to us flash as someone unlocks it.
I grumble to myself as I slam her door and hop in the driver’s side a breath later. The truck starts up with a loud rumble, and I back out, put it in drive, and spit gravel on my way out of the lot.
Sawyer’s gone quiet, gnawing on her already short nails as we drive through the countryside with only the headlights as a guiding light. I’m not sure what’s going through her head, but I can’t stand the thought of her overthinking what’s happening between us.
Whateverthisis, it’s good, and I don’t want to stop. I have about a month left at Dawson Ranch before my dad expects me back in the city. It’s a deadline hanging over our head that I don’t want to think about. Not right now. Not tonight.
“Take off your jeans,” I demand. I catch her look of surprise out of the corner of my eye. My skin feels like it’s stretched too tight. I can hardly breathe from the desire that’s flooding through me to see all of her, to touch her and kiss her and push her over that ledge of pleasure. I’m reckless with need, but she hasn’t moved.
“Now, Sawyer,” I growl.
It snaps her from her shock enough that she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her thighs before pausing. “What if someone passes us and looks in?”
I glance at my speedometer and around the empty road before I turn my heavy gaze back to her. “Not likely. Take it all off.Show me what I’ve been dyin’ to see, Red.”
She kicks off her boots and then slips her underwear off with her jeans. She turns so that her back is leaning against the door, one leg curled up on the bench seat and the other on the floor so that she’s spread wide for me. I turn on the overhead light so I can get a full view.
“Fuck, Sawyer,” I groan at the sight of her, pink and glistening. I reluctantly tear my gaze away, so I stay on the road. “Damn. That’s the prettiestpussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Shit, Wes,” she sighs. Her breaths are heavy, and her eyes are radiant. Incandescent and glowing from want and the bone-deep need that has us both on the edge, strung tighter than a bow.
“Touch yourself, Red.”
She drags a finger through her slit and her moan echoes through the cab of the truck. I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood when she dips a finger inside herself without any prelude. Keeping my hands to myself is impossible, so I reach across the bench seat and grip her thigh. “Fucking beautiful, Sawyer.” I watch her pump her fingers in and out, the muted light in the truck illuminating her demonstration. “I could come just from watching you like this.”
She whimpers and slides her other hand up her shirt to toy with her nipple.
“Come closer. I need to touch you.” My voice is low and raspy with need.
She scoots down the bench seat, her left leg bent and pressed against the back of the seat while her right foot rests on the floor. I’ve got the perfect view of her. I double check my speed, unwilling to ruin this by getting pulled over.
She grabs my hand, showing me where she wants me. She knows what she needs, and she's confident enough to take it unapologetically. I fill her up with two fingers that glide in easily as wet as she is, and she gasps a shuddering breath.
“Is this all for me?” I ask, pulling out of her to paint her clit with her arousal.
“Yes,” she answers on whispered breath.
She rocks into my hand, searching for more.I thrust my fingers inside her again and the deep, heady groan she lets loose goes straight to my cock. I fuck her with my fingers and circle her clit with my thumb. Myname is a chant on her lips, and I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside her.
My attention is divided between making her come and staying on the damn road, but I don’t miss the flush that starts at her chest and flows up her neck and into her cheeks.
God damn.
I love how wild and untamed she looks in this moment. Right on the brink of coming on my fingers, panting and quaking under my touch.
I white-knuckle the steering wheel with one hand as I fuck her with the other. I’m about to turn into her driveway when she spasms around my fingers, with my name pouring off her tongue like a fucking prayer of thanksgiving.
I throw the truck into park and slide the key out of the ignition. I’m out my door and over to her side before she’s even had a chance to sit up. She’s still recovering from the orgasm, but I’m a needy and impatient bastard.
“Out, Red. I want you bent over this tailgate with my cock buried so deep you won’t be able to ride tomorrow without wincing.”
“Those better not be empty promises.” She licks her lips and gives me a sexy smirk.
