I can’t form words, just a low, guttural moan as I nod. The tension in my body is unbearable, like I’m strung out on the edge, waiting to fall.
“We need to get rid of these first,” he says, tugging at my jeans again.
His fingers make quick work of buttons and zippers between us, and I help him, pushing the denim down as far as it’ll go in the cramped space.
Finally, I feel the press of his cock beneath me as he pulls me down against him. His hands roam up to my chest, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my shirt.
I gasp, my body arching into his touch. The sensation is electric, and I can’t stop the way my hips grind down against him in response.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Dakota,” he growls, his hands sliding lower, tracing the curve of my hips. Every brush of his fingers is a spark, igniting every inch of my skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathe desperately. “Take me, Reid. I need you to fuck me.”
Every inch of him is fire against my skin, and when he slides inside me, I can’t help the gasp that escapes me.
He moves slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he fills me completely, and the sensation is overwhelming. I’m drowning in him.
I gasp at every thrust, every push, every time he hits a spot inside me that makes my legs shake, and my breath catch. He’s relentless, fucking me harder with each movement, his hands gripping me, marking me as his.
“You feel so fucking good, Dakota. So fucking tight.”
My body responds, my hips moving against him instinctively, craving more, deeper, faster. I feel the tension in my core building, swelling until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Reid, I’m—” I can’t finish the sentence, my words lost in a moan as a wave of pleasure crashes over me, making me shudder against him.
My body spasms, and I grip onto him for support, needing to feel every inch of him as I come undone.
Reid follows quickly, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrusts into me one last time, deep and hard, before he groans, his release spilling inside me. I can feel him pulsing, his body stiffening beneath me as he comes, and I’m lost in the sensation of it all.
When it’s over, we’re both breathless, our bodies tangled, slick with sweat. The world outside the truck feels a million miles away.
Reid pulls me to his chest, kissing my forehead softly, his fingers tracing circles on my back as we both try to catch our breath. But even as the heat of the moment fades, I know this feeling, the raw, primal connection between us, will linger long after tonight.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sawyer
It’sone of those evenings where everything feels easy. Just me, Rover, and the quiet of Pine Valley Trail.
I’m not a fan of crowds, so I take the long route when I walk the dog. The trail’s wide enough to let my thoughts stretch out, and everything smells of pine needles and wildflowers.
Rover’s tail is wagging a mile a minute, his nose catching every scent in the woods. He’s basically a kid on Christmas morning, constantly sniffing at something new. I can barely keep up as he tugs me along.
“Hold on there, buddy,” I mutter, trying to rein him in a little. “We’ve got all night.”
And then, without warning, he bolts—full speed ahead. I barely have time to call his name before he disappears into the trees.
“Rover!” I shout, already running after him.
This dog’s got more energy than I know what to do with. I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the fact that I’m just trying to keep up, but my heart’s racing by the time I get to the clearing.
And there he is. Rover, standing next to a little kid, a boy who looks about five, maybe six, holding onto the leash tightly.
The boy’s got the most serious face on, but there’s something about him. He’s calm and composed for a kid his age.
He seems to know exactly what he’s doing.
I’m ready to call Rover back when I see her. The boy’s mother. And I’m not sure what to make of the sudden feeling that just hits me like a tsunami.
