They didn’t usually wander the woods at night. But it was a Friday night. Stranger things had happened.
Despite that, I turned the truck in the direction of the logging camp. There was nowhere else to go, so we’d have to make the best of it.
The devil himself couldn’t keep me from fucking Shelly tonight.
As I drove, I dropped my hand on Shelly’s knee and rumbled, “Take your panties off.”
“While you’redriving?”
I laughed and slipped my fingers up her thigh. “I want you ready for me by the time we get there.”
“You’re bad, Amos. I always knew that. But I had no ideahowbad you are.”
I kept my eyes on the road as she shifted beside me. I heard the soft rustle of fabric, and a little intake of breath as she wiggled them down her thighs.
“Give them to me,” I said, holding out my hand.
There was a pause, and then she swatted me with them, a tiny laugh on her lips. I grabbed them and tugged them out of her hand.
“Do you keep a collection?” she joked. “Is that what this is? You have a little trophy shelf somewhere in the bunkhouse?”
I glanced over at her, slow and deliberate, and let a grin settle on my face. “No ma’am. Just yours.”
I brought her panties straight to my nose, inhaling deeply, my eyes still on the road ahead.
She smelled incredible. Warm and slick and all woman, and my cock throbbed so hard behind my zipper it was almost painful.
When I glanced at Shelly again, her lips were parted and her eyes had gone dark and heavy-lidded.
Her chest rose fast under that loose floral top, one breast still out and flushed in the faint glow of the dashboard. She looked like she wanted to climb across the console and sit on my face, and the knowledge of that settled into my bones.
I tucked her panties into my pocket and drove faster than I should have.
Time was of the essence.
The logging camp sat quiet at this hour, the big work lights over the equipment yard switched off. It was full of shadows and machinery looming dark in the moonlight.
The smell of cut pine and sawdust hung in the cool air the way it always did, thick and familiar.
I parked at the edge of the lot, away from the bunkhouse, and killed the headlights.
Then I reached over and tucked Shelly’s breast back into her shirt, smoothing the fabric into place.
“You should skip the bra more often,” I told her. “I appreciate this easy access.”
She laughed under her breath.
“We need to be quiet while we’re here,” I told her as I climbed out and came to her side. I lifted her down and took her hand, lacing my fingers through hers as I led her across the yard.
She leaned up to my ear and whispered, “Why are we being so careful?”
“Because I don’t want the other men knowing I snuck you out here,” I murmured back.
We moved past the dark shape of the group kitchen.
“Where do you usually take women?” she whispered. “Don’t you bring them here?”
“Never,” I said honestly. “I go to their place, or we fuck in my truck.”
