Those of us who live in Texas Hill Country are the lucky ones because we live in a place where we can always find a private spot. Lonely roads intersect all over the place, and Logan and I love to take advantage of the privacy.
I’ve got the towel wrapped around my body, but Logan’s fully naked as he drives us deeper into the countryside. I turn on the radio, and we sing along to the latest pop songs, making fun of each other when we unsuccessfully try to hit a high note or mess up the lyrics. He gets me laughing so hard over his awful rendition of a Pink song that I love.
Eventually, Logan pulls over to the side of an empty road and stops.
“The truck’s stuck,” he says.
I smile. That’s always been our code for making out—“the truck’s stuck,” so why not rip each other’s clothes off?
Except this time, the only thing between us is a towel.
Keeping my eyes locked on Logan’s interested gaze, I let the towel fall off my body as I climb into the back of the truck.
He follows me, and I take a seat on his lap.
“So what other fantasies did you want to play out tonight, Mr. Darcy?”
Logan rests his hand on my hip.
“I want you to straddle me just like you’re doing, but take me inside. Ride me hard.”
I shudder. “But…” I pause. “We’ve never done it that way before.”
“I know.” He strokes my hip gently. “And I can’t believe that. Can you? We’ve tried lots of positions. Why have we never tried this?”
Because I’m scared to be in control.I feel so out of control in practically every area of my life, and I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have a handle on things.
I look away from Logan, but he takes my chin in his hand so I have to make eye contact with him.
His gaze is calm. “You’re scared. Of what? Is it something about the position?”
I shrug. “I don’t know how to…ride you. I don’t know what I’m doing being in charge that way.”
“Sure you do. You’re sexy as hell. Just follow your instincts. Let your body guide you.”
I hesitate.
“Can we put music on?”
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Logan reaches for his iPod.
I laugh when Joe Cocker comes out of the speakers.
“Leave your hat on.” I grab his cowboy hat off the floor. “Should I wear it?”
Logan’s eyes spark. “Definitely wear the hat. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it.”
I slip the cowboy hat over my head. Logan reaches up and adjusts it so it’s not hanging over my eyes. Then, he gestures me closer.
And I don’t know if it’s wearing the hat or listening to the song, but as I climb over Logan and brace my hands on his shoulders, suddenly I no longer feel afraid.
I feel fearless. Brave. Bold.
I sink down onto him, taking him all the way inside me. He lets out a strangled cry, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He fills me completely, and I’m halfway to coming already.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs into my neck. “I love this. Love feeling you take me this way.”
Logan’s hands grip my hips, but this ride is all me. I move up and down fiercely, riding him like he’s a stallion, and I keep going until we’re both soaked in sweat and calling out each other’s names as we climax.
