Chapter 19
“Nothing to see here. Just two people out for a drive. Naked. In a forest.”
-Aaron
Camellia’s punch is playful, but the words behind it knock me to my knees.
She loves me.
I’m standing there, with my mouth hanging open, watching her head back to my truck.
She turns at the passenger door. “You going to give me a ride back to town, Sparky?”
I shake myself and practically run to the truck, getting in and firing it up before she changes her mind. She laughs at me.
That’s something that hasn’t changed. Camellia had a unique laugh, only for me. I spent so much time with her that I could tell when she was faking it and when she wasn’t. And that laugh was always music to my ears.
I throw the truck into drive and press the accelerator down to the floor.
“Where are you going in such a hurry, Sparky?” Camellia teases.
“Home,” I venture a glance at her. “I’m taking you home. And you’re not leaving until we work this out.”
“Why wait?”
Camellia strips out of her shirt, bra, and pants. She slides her underwear down to the floor of the truck.
“What are you doing?”
She scoots closer to me on the bench seat. “Eyes front, Sparky. Keep driving.”
Camellia reaches out, unzips, and unbuttons my jeans. “Lift your hips a bit.”
Rational thoughts once again leave the building of my head. I comply, lifting my hips. Camellia pulls down my jeans until they’re right above my knees.
“Keep driving,” Camellia warns as she climbs onto my lap. “Don’t you stop.”
I can’t even speak as she slides slowly down onto my cock. It’s a wonder I don’t drive right off the fire access road.
Camellia is petite, which means I can mostly see around her through the windshield, but I am not thinking about road hazards, turn signals, or keeping anything at ten and two. The woman of my dreams, the woman I’ve loved since the day I met her, invades every one of my senses.
She plants her hands on my shoulders as she raises up, then slams herself down on my cock.
“Holy fuck! Camellia!”
Her grin is wicked. “That’s what I love to hear.”
She does it again, causing my hips to buck up.
Thank God there’s enough headroom in the truck cab so she doesn’t give herself a concussion.
Camellia reaches down with one hand to rub her clit, and the sight of it nearly causes me to come undone.
“Get there, Camellia,” I hiss as she slams down on my cock again. “I’m not going to last very long like this.”
I feel her tighten around my dick.
Then, the lights and sirens go off behind me.
