Shelly’s breast was still out, her nipple peaked in the cool spring air as I guided her to the passenger side of my pickup truck.
She looked frazzled and spun, still half-lost in the delirium of what we’d just done. I got the feeling my sweet Shelly didn’t make a habit of hooking up randomly.
No, she was the type of girl you brought home to meet your momma. Not the kind that you finger-fuck in a parking lot.
I kissed her hand before buckling her seatbelt. I felt almost intoxicated by what we’d just done, and my cock was on fire,threatening to explode in my pants if I didn’t take drastic action soon.
“Leave it,” I said, nodding at her shirt when she reached up to fix it.
She blinked at me. “Amos.”
“I mean it. Leave it out.” I kept my voice low and even. “I like seeing you like this. Half undone for me.”
Her cheeks went pink in the dark cab of my truck, but her hand dropped back to her lap, and a small, pleased smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She was beautiful like this, flushed and soft and still trembling faintly from what I’d done to her.
I climbed in on my side, started the engine, and pulled out of the gravel lot onto the dark mountain road.
Sliding my hand onto her bare thigh, I growled, “Let’s get you home, and I’ll show you what the rest of the night is going to look like.”
Shelly shook her head. “We can’t go to my place.”
I glanced over at her. Her breast was still exposed, rising and falling with her breath, and I had to drag my eyes back to the road. The sight of it was making me wild, and I adjusted my jeans, trying to find room in them.
“Why not?”
“Mina and I have a rule. No men after ten.”
I checked the clock on the dashboard. It was well past eleven.
“She has to work in the morning,” Shelly added. “She was only planning to play one game of pool. And our walls are paper thin.”
Damn.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
That left us with slim choices.
My bed wasn’t an option.
I lived in a shared bunkhouse with six other lumberjacks who snored like chainsaws and had no respect for privacy.
It wasn’t possible to kick them all out so I could throw Shelly a proper party.
I could drive her down some dark country road and fuck her against the side of my truck, which honestly didn’t sound terrible.
Or have her right here inside of it.
But this wasShelly Anderson. And potentially a once in a lifetime opportunity. I didn’t want to waste it cramped in a truck.
I wanted room to work with her.
The worst idea rolled through my head. I could take her back to the logging camp and find a quiet patch of woods.
But Shelly deserved better.
Plus, there’d still be the risk of one of the loggers running into us.
