“Fine.” I cross my arms in a pout, but he kisses the side of my head again, letting out a lowhum.He sounds content. I feel it.
We pull around a sharp corner, and I literally gasp at the view infront of me. We’ve made it to an offset of The Ridgeway, apparently to a spot not normally used as a lookout point. It should absolutely be a lookout point.
We sit at the ledge of a mountain with no trees, bushes, or buildings blocking the magnificent view of the rolling hills and twinkling lights of the small town. We made it to the ridge right when the sun starts its final dip into the horizon. I try to climb over him and jump out of the truck, but he puts a restraining arm on me. “I’m backing the truck up, Becks. Calm down.” Laughter fills his voice at my urgency, but I want to feel the biting air on my skin while the sky paints its masterpiece in front of my eyes.
I bounce in the set beside him, and get annoyed when this country boy, raised driving trucks, takes backing into the spot and turns it into a ten-point turn. Fed up, I undo my seatbelt and scoot to the other door. He laughs outright at my maneuver and snags me by the calf, pulling me back toward him. “Okay, okay. Calm down. I’m done playing.” I drop my body to the seat and count to ten.
If he isn’t backed in by the time I get to?—
“Okay, baby, go ahead and get out.” I don’t question it, grabbing the handle of the passenger door and pulling myself up before opening it and hopping out.
There’s a small breeze that brings the crisp fall scent with it, and I greedily pull in a deep breath, releasing it with a small amount of steam. The sound of the tailgate dropping pulls me to the ledge where the stunning view sits waiting for me. The sun just finished its descent over the distant rolling mountains, releasing an explosion of color on the distant clouds. A blanket is placed over my shoulders before a familiar set of hands grabs me around the waist and lifts me to the cushioned tailgate. A steaming cup of something delicious is placed into my hands, and an arm snakes around me and pulls me into the hard lines of my Carter.
Raising my eyes to the sky above us, I get lost in the stars coming into view, first one, then hundreds at a time.
“Incredible.” I can’t help but breathe out the word, but it feels insufficient in this moment.
“Yeah.” I look over to Carter to find him already looking at me.He’s always looking at me.
“Yeah.” This time, I think we’re talking about the same thing.
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Carter
She’s beautiful. Ethereal. Sitting here in the blasted cold with her in my arms, I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of right. It was what I felt the first time I caught her so many years ago, panicked and soaked to the skin in rain, and just as beautiful. Her hair has just starting to get her own salt in her pepper, and I can’t help but hope that I get the privilege to watch the entire process from beginning to end. I’ll love her through it all. I’ll worship her through it all.
Her eyes catch mine, dark in the low light, catching me staring again. I don’t look away, though. I can’t. I’m caught. Her lips part and I dive in, needing a taste of her to satiate some of this overwhelming panic of time running out. Only, it does nothing to satiate me. Her kiss burns through me. Incinerating any of the doubts lingering in my mind.Does she actually want me? Does she really want this?Her hands gripping my hair and pulling me deeper into her kiss answers me.But, wait.
“Wait, wait.”
“No, Carter! No, please.”
“Shit, I know, just, I need to hear you say it, okay baby? Tell me what you want.” I will leave no room for interpretation.
Becky freezes in her scrambling to climb me and moves her hands to instead cradle my face in her gloved hands. She frowns, removing her hands briefly to tug and toss her gloves. Her eyes are sad as she returns her cold fingers to my cheeks—sad eyes, but not pitying. “Carter, I want you, all of you. I want you to touch me and love me, and I want to touch and love you.” I inhale sharply at her words, and she pulls our faces closer together to whisper against my lips. “I loveyou, Carter. Of course I do. You big, beautiful man. You’re it for me, okay? I want to move forward with you, not get lost in the past, okay? Do you want that, baby?”
I nod my head, not trusting my voice.
“I need to hear you say it, okay baby? Tell me what you want.” The sneaky woman echoes my words right back to me, and I know she’s playing between teasing and serious.
I lean back just enough to see her expression as I answer as honestly as possible. “I need to grow old with you. I need to warm your cold hands and feet in the winter and to make you sweat in the summers. I need you in my passenger seat, and I need you in my bed. I need to build a home, a family with you. I need your heart, and I need your soul because you already have mine. I need you, Becky, please.”
Her face is radiant as a smile breaks the serious set of her features. “Kiss me, Carter. Make love to me, please.”
“Yes.” Our mouths clash, her hands moving immediately back to my hair, fingers pulling at my strands. I pull her onto my lap, her thick thighs straddling my legs. Immediately, she begins to swivel her hips, grinding into my thickening cock. She’s so on fire for me, her heat overpowers the cold surrounding us. I try to stand with her wrapped around me, but she bites my lip.
“Ouch, what the fuck, Becky.”
She’s panting, cheeks flushed pink in cold or need, but the look on her face makes me fully hard and ready in the tight confines of my jeans. “Here, now, please, Carter.”
“Fuck.” I barely get the word out before she’s on me again, her hands frantic on the clothes between us. As she pulls my tongue into her mouth, sucking on it in rhythmic pulls. I groan into her possession. Her small hand reaches into my now undone jeans, grabbing a hold of my now throbbing cock. “Fuckkkk, baby.” I can hardly speak, but she moans as her hand wraps wholly around me, giving me an agonizingly small stroke.
“So hard for me, Carter.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Dirty talking Becky.I buck my hips at her touch and her words, bouncing her on my lap. She lets out a lowthroaty chuckle. “Good, boy.”Oh my God. I’m going to die.She removes her hand, and I think I whimper. I’m already on edge, and this is not going to work.
“Carter, I think I need to take care of you. Can I? Can I suck you?”
