Very.
Happy.
Nerves.
“We need to go,” he rasps.
My cock pumping full of blood agrees with him. I round the truck to climb in, and he’s already inside waiting. Most of the cars have already left, heading for Wayward, where they gather after Peril matches, and I pull away without issue.
Kennedy mustn’t be wearing his seat belt because the second we reach a narrow road, trees pressing tight on both sides, he slides across the bench seat and buries his face into my neck.
My gasp sounds louder in the quiet cab, and Kennedy presses a line of kisses up my throat to just below my ear. My skin is tingling, pulse chasing itself faster, and I arch to the side to give him more room.
With one eye on the road ahead, I sink into how Kennedy’s making me feel.
“Ziggy,” he breathes, voice gruff. “Need you. Fuck, I need you.”
His hand rests on my thigh, and the way I almost immediately come is ridiculous. But his heavy, warm palm is only inches from where my cock is stuffed in my pants, and all I want is for him to touch it. To slide his hand higher and take me in his grip.
“Pull over,” he tells me.
I almost run the truck off the road trying to find somewhere to stop. We’re off the main route, so I don’t think anyone will come this way, but I’m too horny to care.
“Turn the car off.”
Right. That. I fumble the key in the ignition, but a moment later, the truck falls silent.
Kennedy reaches under my shirt, links his fingers over the waistband of my jeans, and then pulls me across the seat into the middle. He straddles my waist, head bowed over to stop from hitting the roof, and he takes my face in his hands as he brings his mouth to mine.
Like every other time, I’m Jell-O. Destined to bow to every whim, like trees ravaged by wind gusts in a storm. There’s nothing calm and settling about the way he kisses me. Not when he grips my hair in fists or forces our mouths wider, his tongue deeper, teeth clashing together like coming up for air will ruin us.
Kennedy grinds down onto my lap, hard, thick shaft dragging along the length of mine, and my hands bunch his shirt in my tight grip as I try to stay anchored.
This giant, heavy, sweet man towering over me is too much.
My face is getting hot from the lack of air, my brain spotty from lust, and I scramble to push his open shirt from his shoulders before I shove his T-shirt up to his chest. I’m torn between leaving it there and breaking our kiss, but parting even for a second feels unbearable.
Kennedy doesn’t give me a choice. He pulls away, dragging my T-shirt up over my head before he gets rid of his own. Then I have the mouthwatering view of his bare torso right in front of my face.
He takes my chin gently and angles it up so I meet his gaze.
“Yeah …” he says in a rush. “I’m going to need you to ride me now.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
KENNEDY
Ziggy has no idea what he does to me. Those large, sweet brown eyes. The way his small face fits perfectly in my hand. All that wild hair that feels so good in my grip. The way his piercings feel when we kiss.
If I weren’t so horny, I’d spend all my time kissing him.
I reach down to rub him through his pants, and he rocks into my touch.
“Do … do you have … what we need?” he asks. His voice is breathy and low, so sexy it makes my balls ache.
“Sure do.” I wasn’t missing my chance. If he wants this, I’m going to be ready for him.
