It was true. Anyone looking could catch us. But no one was paying attention, and my truck was blocking most of the view. We could doanythingout here.
I nipped her neck softly with my teeth. “Shelly-Rae. I’m going to wreck you tonight.”
She rolled her hips forward, evidently pleased with my promise.
Then I pressed back hard, pinning her against the hood of the truck, grinding slow and deliberate while I kissed her throat and massaged her breast until I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders.
That’s when I let the devil loose inside me, tracking my hand straight down, down, down as her eyes got wide.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as someone crunched across the gravel thirty feet away.
Somewhere behind us the muffled bass of the bar’s music thumped on, but out here it was just her and the dark and the heat building between us.
Those footsteps would be gone in moments, but I couldn’t wait that long.
I lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped through her damp curls until I found her, all slicked up and wet for me.
Tugging her panties aside, I slipped across her folds, teasing her with my touch.
Chapter 3
Shelly
Icouldn’t think straight.
Every coherent thought dissolved the moment Amos’s fingers found me in the dark, sliding slow and deliberate through my folds.
I leaned against his truck, the metal solid and real behind my back, and tried to remember how to breathe.
He was circling and stroking my pussy with a patience that was absolutely criminal, and I was already half out of my mind wanting him.
“Amos, you’re a tease,” I whispered, because I needed to say something, or I was going to come apart right here in the Bear Den parking lot.
“Shh,” he murmured against my temple, his beard grazing my cheek. “I’ve got you, Shelly-Rae.”
He did. He absolutely did.
His fingers worked me in slow, devastating circles, reading every hitch of my breath so the pleasure crested before rolling back again.
It was a slow, torturous build that had me rocking my hips forward, chasing him shamelessly.
I’d crushed on this man foryears.
This whole time I’d been watching from the sidelines, telling myself it was nothing, laughing at his jokes and leaning into his hugs while my heart made desperate cries every time he touched me.
And now his hand was up my skirt in the parking lot of the Bear Den, and I felt like I was in a fever dream.
“That’s it,” he breathed, low and rough, watching my face as his eyes sparked with fire. “You’re going to come for me, girl. And you’re going to come hard.”
This wasn’t new to him.
The way his hands moved, the confidence in every touch… he’d done this before.
Probably right here.
In this same parking lot.
With too many women to count.
