I oblige. Gripping her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper with each stroke. The truck rocks with our movement, the suspension creaking, but I don’t care if we shake the whole damn forest.
“Right there.” She’s panting now, her nails raking down my chest. “God, right there. Don’t stop?—”
I don’t stop. I angle my hips, hitting the spot that makes her cry out, and slide one hand between us to circle her clit.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her throat, tasting sweat and her perfume. “Let go, Smudge. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
“Sawyer!”
“That’s it. Say my name.” I thrust harder, faster, feeling her flutter around me. “You’re mine, Jessie. Say it.”
“Yours.” It comes out broken, desperate. “I’m yours, Sawyer, I’m?—”
She shatters.
Her whole body convulses, her inner walls clamping down on me so tightly I see stars. Her head falls back, throat exposed, and she screams my name—Sawyer—like it’s the only word she knows.
The sensation of her pulsing around me, themine mine minereverberating through my veins, is intoxicating. I bury my face in her neck and surrender, releasing into her with a primal groan that echoes through the cab.
For a long moment, we remain still, caught in the rhythm of harsh breaths and racing hearts, the scent of sex enveloping us.
Afterward, we stay tangled together, too spent to move. The windows are completely fogged. We wouldn’t notice anyone approaching, not that anyone ever drives this way. My knee presses against the gear shift, a seatbelt buckle digs into my thigh, and I think I may have strained my back. Working in the lumberyard tomorrow is going to suck.
But it was worth it. Absolutely, one hundred percent worth it.
I spot my flannel crumpled on the floor and use the soft fabric to gently clean her up between her thighs and across her stomach, where my grip left red marks.
“You don’t have to do that,” she murmurs.
I press a kiss to the mark on her hip, possessive satisfaction swelling in my chest at the sight of it. “I want to.”
Once I’m done, I pull her back against my chest, arranging her limp limbs until she’s draped across me like a warm blanket. Her head tucks perfectly under my chin.
She shifts to get comfortable and winces. “Something’s digging into my—wait a second.”
She reaches behind her, fumbling between our bodies and the seat, and emerges with?—
“Is thisgum?” She stares at the sticky wad on her fingers with horrified fascination. “Please tell me this isn’t ancient gum from your truck seat.”
I squint at it. “That’s... probably from Tex. He was in here last month. I told him not to?—”
“Oh, my god.” She’s laughing again, a full-body shake that makes her clench around me in ways I’m too exhausted to fully appreciate. “Oh, my god, I have Tex’s gum on my shoulder blade. This is the least romantic?—”
“I’ll buy you new shoulders.”
“That's not how anatomy works!”
“I’ll figure it out.” I grab the flannel from the footwell and use it to wipe her fingers clean. “Better?”
“My hero.” She’s still giggling, pressing her forehead to mine. “You know, when I imagined our first time, it didn't include mystery gum.”
“You imagined our first time?”
Her cheeks flush. “Maybe.”
“When?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” She smirks. “So, is this what you meant by the perks of knowing the locals?”
