“Are you sure?” I ask gently.
She nods again, decision swirling in her eyes.
So I lean in and kiss her, slow at first—careful. Giving her time to change her mind. Letting her set the pace.
What she just went through was unimaginable, and I refuse to take advantage of her vulnerability.
Her lips part, breath hitching. She climbs into my lap, holding onto my shirt like it’s a lifeline—like it’s the only thing keeping her anchored in the moment.
My hands land on her hips, fingers brushing against her waist, trailing up her back. Heat ignites through me, my dick hardening in my jeans, but I continue to let her lead.
Indy starts to grind on me, deepening the kiss while she quickens her pace. She uses this moment as an escape, the frantic need to feel something other than fear.
Every whimper she makes sends a ripple through me. I can’t stop running my hands over her body, relief flooding through me now that I’ve had a moment to settle—to process.
Indy’s here. In my arms.Alive. She’s okay.
Her fingers bite into my skin, clawing at me like she can’t get me close enough. Like she’s terrified I’ll disappear right in front of her eyes.
I give her the closeness she’s craving—my hands firm as I hold her to me, dragging my lips over her skin possessively.
She whimpers when I slide my hand up her shirt, beneath her bra. I cup her breast, rolling my thumb over her nipple.
“I need you to fuck me,” she moans. “I need you inside me.” Reaching down, she palms my dick over my pants, then starts undoing my jeans.
Our movements are clumsy and rushed.
Pushing onto her knees, she pulls down her fishnets and panties, her skirt pushed up and hanging loosely around her waist.
I untuck myself, lifting my hips as much as I can without knocking her off me to pull them down. My dick springs free, hard and weeping for her, tip engorged.
She wraps her cool fingers around it, and I groan at the contact, thrusting into her hand involuntarily.
I’ll never not see stars the second this woman touches me.
Her moves turn desperate, fumbling as she tries to align our bodies, but her fishnets make it hard. I yank them down as far as I can, about to ask if she wants to take them off, but the desire in her eyes tells me she has no interest in stopping to remove them completely.
When she finally sinks down onto me, she hisses a sharp moan, tilting her head back in pleasure.
I let her take what she wants—what sheneeds.
She uses my body, bouncing up and down like my dick is the cure to erasing her memories. “Shit,” I groan, getting lost in the moment with her.
My hands move to her breasts, and I pull her top down along with her bra. Leaning forward, I suck her pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peaked bud, drawing a moan from her lips.
“Harder,” she commands, quickening her pace as much as she can, her movements restricted from being perched on the edge of a tailgate, both of us half-clothed. “Gareth, I need you to fuck me harder.”
There’s a wild look in her eyes as she grips the back of my neck, using it for leverage.
I drive my hips upward, bracing one hand against the edge of the truck to further my momentum.
“Harder,” she repeats, and something inside of me snaps.
I lift her off of me, sliding down from the tailgate with her in my arms, then set her on the spot I just left behind..
“Get on all fours, Trouble,” my voice comes out in a low growl, leaving no room for negotiation.
She nods, pupils blown wide, then turns onto her knees and crawls further into the bed of the truck.
