“We should probably check on it.” Sitting up straight, she eyed me over the rim of her glass as she finished the last of her drink.
Chapter Eight
Piper
Wyatt paid formy drink before I could pull my phone from my pocket. Then we headed out the front door of Stromboli’s. His warm hand resting on the small of my back was a kind of possession that probably should have bugged me, given we didn’t really know each other. Intimately, yes, but not well. Still, his touch made me feel wanted and safe.
Once again I was initiating a hookup with him, only this time, I knew exactly what to expect, and it was exactly what I wanted. After spending the holiday alone, Wyatt was exactly what I needed.
I’d thought Thanksgiving break would feel like any other weekend. Yet with all my friends away and thoughts of what my family might be doing without me swirling around in my head, Thanksgiving Day and yesterday had depressed me more than I’d anticipated. Going to the game this afternoon was self-defense against my own thoughts. Coming out to a bar I hoped Wyatt frequented was pure desperation.
Or so I told myself.
Seeing him again, talking to him again, reminded me of how much I enjoyed the night we met. My body tingled as he silently guided me to the parking lot behind the bar and his behemoth of a pickup. The tingles didn’t come from the chill November evening.
He ran his hand over my ass as I climbed into the back seat after he unlocked the door. “You know you’re going to have to lose some clothes for these festivities.” Sliding in beside me, he pulled the door closed. “Do you want me to fire up the engine, get some heat going in here?”
Straddling his lap, I smiled down into his face. “As a matter of fact, I’m looking forward to you firing up your engine and warming me from the inside out.”
In the faint moonlight bathing the cab of his truck, I could see the glitter of desire in his light green eyes even as a laugh barked from him at my comment.
Sliding his hands into my hair, he gazed deep into my eyes. “My ‘engine’ has been revving ever since you said I could have that barstool beside you.” To emphasize his point, he jacked his hips a couple of times, rubbing his hardness along my center. On a warmer night, his movements might have set fire to my jeans.
His actions pulled an involuntary moan from me—one he captured with his mouth. I dug my nails into his shoulders and clung to him as we did our best to ravage each other’s lips. Kissing Wyatt Baxter intoxicated me more than top-shelf vodka and made me forget everything except the sexy slide of his tongue over mine, the firm softness of his lips nibbling mine, the naughty surprise of his teeth nipping my tender flesh.
In minutes we’d fogged every window in his truck, and I desperately needed to shed clothes. I reveled in the way his eyes darkened as I tossed my jacket to the seat, my sweater landing directly on it. When I reached for the clasp of my bra, he stayed me, taking my hands and putting them back on his shoulders.
I raised a brow, and he said, “Let me do the honors.”
But he didn’t. Instead, he nibbled and kissed along the lace framing the mounds of my breasts as though he were savoring something delicious. His hands skimmed up and down my back, teasing that clasp without undoing it. Desperate to have his mouth on my breasts, I rubbed myself along the fly of his jeans, silently asking for what I needed. Still he took his sweet time, reducing me to begging as I dry-humped him.
“Please, Wyatt. Please.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. Against my skin, he said, “I love to hear you beg.”
Cool air met my breasts as my bra fell away from them. When his hot mouth closed over one taut nipple, sucking hard, my back bowed as I cried his name. He kept one arm wrapped around me while he played with my tits with his other hand and his mouth. While he had his fun, I couldn’t stay still as waves of pleasure washed through me.
His tongue circled and lapped at my skin, decadent touches that sent bolts of pure desire directly to my needy clit. Plucking and rubbing the callused pads of his fingers over my other tight bud had an equal effect, leaving me panting with a desperation for completion I’d never experienced with anyone else.
Sliding his hand up to my neck, he buried his long fingers in my hair, giving my breasts a reprieve only because he claimed my mouth again. When he let me up for air, I plucked at his shirt. “Off,” I demanded.
Chuckling, he let go of me long enough to grab a handful of T-shirt at the back of his neck and pull it over his head. I barely registered the susurration of fabric landing on fabric as he returned his attention to kissing me. Wrapping my arms tight around his neck, I flattened my breasts to the hard planes of his bare chest while my lower body continued to grind against his. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as I wanted Wyatt.
“Me too, Piper. Me too.”
Wait. I said that outloud?
He didn’t give me time to think as his clever fingers went to work on the front of my jeans. “Lift up,” he commanded.
In seconds my jeans and panties were somewhere on the floor, as Wyatt extracted a condom from his wallet. His eyes danced as I undid his fly and dragged his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Taking that challenge, I took him in both hands, massaging and stroking until his eyes crossed, and he hissed in a breath through his clenched teeth. Covering my hands with his, he slid the condom into one and said, “Fine. You do the honors.”
Both of us watched as I positioned his shaft where I wanted it and lowered my body onto his. Grasping my ass with his big hands, he opened me wider, and I settled lower as he filled me full. Unable to help myself, I pulsed around him, and he groaned.
“Move, Piper. Please.”
“Mmm, I like it when you beg too.”
His mouth found my nipple, sucking me hard and giving me no choice but to ride him. My head dropped back as we found our rhythm, the head of his cock hitting the perfect sweet spot inside me over and over until I dug my nails into the packed muscles of his shoulders.
