“Yes, you can.” He winks as if knowing what I was thinking. He wipes the forgotten tear from my cheek with his thumb, then threads his fingers through my hair at the base of my neck, gently tilting my head back. He trails kisses down my neck to my collarbone, drawing a sharp breath from my parted lips. My skin is way too hot.
“Is this making you forget, Kelsey?” His voice is raspy.
“Yes,” I answer, breathlessly.
His fingers trace up the length of my thighs to the curve of my ass, pushing my skirt up at the same time. His gentle touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake. The sudden realization dawns on me of what we’re about to do…again, and I feel the panic begin to take over. Taking a deep breath, I shift on his lap, ready to jump back into my seat, but his hands on my hips tighten, keeping me in place.
“No.” His single word command has me swallowing thickly, struggling to rid myself of the anxious knot that’s formed there. I want to do this, but the guilt of feeling likeI’m using him takes over. I don’t want to hurt Hayden, but at the same time, he said he doesn’t do relationships. He likes to have whoever, whenever he wants, so would it actually be wrong? If we both want this. Words of protest catch in my throat, but they’re forgotten when I look back up into those heavy, glossy blue eyes.
“What if this is a…”Mistake.His lips are on mine in the next breath before I can get the word out. It’s not like we haven’t already crossed this line once before. My hands fist the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue parts my lips, and I get lost in the taste of him—the remaining essence of beer and mint from his gum earlier. I break the kiss only for a moment to find the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floorboard. My fingers fumble with his waistband, trying to find the button and zipper. Once I find it, I free his hard cock while he continues kissing my neck and caressing my breasts.
I lean in, my body molding to his. Heat seeps through bare skin, and only then do I realize—his shirt is gone. I don’t remember him taking it off. I must have been too lost in him to notice.
Through my lashes, I let my gaze wander. Moonlight spills through the window, tracing silver lines over sculpted muscle and inked skin—tattoos winding from his throat down the hard planes of his abdomen. Every inch of him is dangerously beautiful. My fingers itch to follow the lines, to memorize the ridges and shadows, but my eyes climb higher instead. They climb until I’m caught in that piercing blue stare, and suddenly, I feel far too exposed.
He grips my ass and lifts me effortlessly. For a second, I think he’s putting me back in my seat, but he only situates me further back to give himself better access to himself. I watch, mesmerized, as his hand wraps around his silky smooth shaft and strokes himself slowly. Deliberately.
Heat coils low in my stomach as I watch him. I can’t look away. Biting my bottom lip, my mouth waters as I ache for a taste of him. The need builds until I can’t sit still, wiggling on his lap as I become impatient. Rising onto my knees, I move closer, positioning myself over his thick head. He groans, and the sound vibrates my hand that rests on his chest. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, but I don’t fully sit. Instead, I grind against him, feeling as his bulbous head rubs my clit. Moaning softly, he doesn’t let me play much longer. He grabs my hips and shoves me down. I scream out at the overwhelming fullness. The burn. It hurts so good.
“That’s it, baby.” His praise does something to me; it makes me want to please him more just to hear him say it over and over again. His thrusts quicken, and I rock my hips to match his pace, making him go deeper. Groaning deeper when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.
“Damn, baby.” He growls. His hand leaves my hip to rub circles on my clit. The motion has my breath quickening and pushes me closer to the edge.
A sudden flash of light washes over the car, and my heart stutters in my chest, but I’m too far gone. Too close to the edge to care. Hayden’s hand tightens on my hip, hiscircling speeds up as he drives into me one final time. A low, broken grunt tears from his throat, and the sensation snaps inside of me. Like a rubber band that reached its limits. Pleasure crashes over us in the same breath. My cries fill the moonlit cab as my pussy clenches around him/ The world around us dissolves into an all-consuming white heat. For a moment, nothing exists except the pulsing of his cock inside of me.
I try to catch my breath, my body slumps against his as I recover from my post-orgasm high, “Hayden?”
“Yeah?”
“What was that light?” My eyes squint as I peer out the window at the dark, empty woods. I see nothing but darkness and silhouettes of trees highlighted by moonlight.
Hayden goes rigid beneath me. “What light?”
My brows knit together. Had I imagined it? I’ve heard orgasms can do strange things to the body, so maybe I hallucinated it, but this felt too…real.
I shake my head. “It was like headlights shining through at us, but as quickly as it came, it was gone.”
My gaze sweeps the dark forest around us, “But I don’t see anything…” Unease prickles up my spine, raising the fine hairs on my neck. I reach for my shirt in the passenger seat, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. My fingers barely brush the fabric when a deafening crack explodes against the driver’s side window.
Glass shatters around us all at once.
I duck down, arms flying over my head as shards rain down. An ear-piercing scream tears from my throat—atleast I think it does. I can’t hear anything except the violent crash of shattering windows and the pounding of my racing heart in my ears.
Hayden leans over me, one arm braced on the wheel as he turns the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life, and gravel flies as he guns it down the dirt road.
“Fuck!” He screams, slamming his fists into the wheel.
I flinch at his outburst. He’s pissed.
Getting to my shaky knees, and climb over to the passenger seat. Glass crunches beneath my heels, and I kick what I can of it into the floorboard before sitting. I force myself to breathe as the world around me becomes nothing but a blur. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. I repeat until my heart slows.
My senses return, and that’s when I feel it. The sticky warmth that runs down my skin. There’s so much of it I can’t tell where it begins or ends. My fingers tremble as they brush against it. I hold my wet fingers under the moonlight, and the silver glow shines over the darkness coating them.
Blood.
“Kelsey, are you okay?” His voice cuts through the ringing in my ears.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. My mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out.
