He frowns.
‘I’m taking us a different route.’
He does as he’s told. Soon, the place I’m looking for comes into view. Not that it’s really visible from the road.
‘There’s another left coming up.’
‘I can’t see a damn thing,’ he says.
I point. ‘There. See it? Turn in here.’
We’re in a disused lot where weeds grow out between the paving slabs, lined by some tall trees. There’s only one streetlamp, and most of the time it flickers, a little broken, like everything else in Temptation Heights.
Jake kills the engine. He peers out the windshield. ‘What is this place?’
I unbuckle myself and lift my hips, wriggling out my panties and sliding them over the rim of my boots. In the dim light, I hold him up my lacy underwear.
‘I think we need a celebration,’ I say with a smile. ‘You ever had sex in a truck, Jake Walsh?’
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jake
The moment Serenity slides into my lap and straddles me without any panties on, my dick roars to life. Every sensible thought leaves my mind, leaving me with a feral need to fuck her, right here, just like this, her back pressed up against my steering wheel. And not exactly being Mr Experience, I’ve never had a girl ride me before.
‘Holy shit,’ I breathe. ‘No, I’ve not. Have you?’
‘It’ll be a first for me,’ she says, still smiling down at me, and my chest expands with the thrill of it. Finally, I can be her first at something.
‘Hold up, I don’t have any protection,’ I say.
Serenity leans back over to the footwell on the passenger side of the cab. For a second, she rummages around, then she’s squarely in my lap again, dangling a box of condoms in front of my face.
‘Courtesy of Brody Conway,’ she says.
His name on her lips does something to me. Rage rises in my throat at the thought of her having to be with him tonight, but instantly, she sees my reaction and quells it, kissing my lips, cradling my cheeks.
‘No, no, baby, don’t think about him,’ she says between gentle kisses, shushing me. ‘It didn’t happen. It’s you I want. You’re the one I want inside me. It’s all over now.’
I pull her down to me and capture her lips. My hands slide underneath the floaty material of her skirt as I cup the globes of her naked ass, pushing her down harder onto my swollen dick. She whimpers, and when our tongues tangle, my balls tighten, and my need for her skyrockets.
‘Brody Conway can go fuck himself,’ I growl against her mouth.
She hums a little laugh. ‘Meanwhile, we’ll take his condoms, so you can fuck me.’
‘Damn right.’
I reach down and pull the lever under the seat. The base springs backward, giving us more room. My hand slides around to the side and pulls a second lever, and the seat back reclines to an angle.
‘Better,’ Serenity says, and, tossing the box of condoms behind her on the dash, reaches for my belt buckle. ‘Let’s get this off, shall we?’
Moments later, I lift my hips a fraction so she can pull the strip of leather through the loops in my jeans. She tosses that too, then goes to work on my button fly. I love watching her.
‘Lift your hips again,’ she orders me and lays one hand flat against the window to raise herself up a fraction, giving me room to shove my jeans and my underwear down to my knees. My dick springs free, engorged and thick, my balls aching with a need to fill her up. Lowering herself back down, her right-hand wraps around my length and gives me a firm tug. It almost sends me over the edge.
She reaches round behind her, back to the dash, and brings back the box.
‘Let’s get one of these babies on,’ she says.
