When she rubbed his cock, he jerked the wheel and pulled off the highway. That’s it. He knew this dirt road. It went straight toward the mountain. Thank God for four-wheel drive and eleven inches of ground clearance. Out here, they’d be remote enough that no one would interrupt them.
Stopping under a canopy of quaking aspen, he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for her. Without hesitation, she was in his arms, climbing over the gearshift and straddling him. Their mouths attached, their tongues explored, and their hands stroked, gripped, and squeezed.
He tried to unbutton her shirt, but he shook too badly. This hunger…it consumed him. He wanted all of her at once—his cock in her slick, tight channel, her tits filling his palms, and her tongue tangling with his.
He’d never felt this before, this imperative to fuse with someone. These emotions were too big to be contained in his body, and he felt like he was busting out of his skin.
She ripped his jeans open, her hand slipping under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and when she got a hold of his cock, he yanked his mouth away from hers and let out a shout. He’d never been so sensitive, so ready to come from just kissing and touching.
He closed his eyes—he didn’t want to see her expression as he fell apart like this, as he struggled to breathe, his hips punching up as she stroked him. He tried to bat her hand away. “Stop.”
“No.” She reached into her big purse and pulled out a tiny silver tube of hand lotion. Squirting a dab onto her palm, she rubbed it all over him.
Shit. Fuck. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.” That scent—it was hers. Sweet, fresh, lightly floral…a surge of desire barreled through him.
“Do it. I want you to come all over my hand. Let me watch.” Using more lotion, she tightened her grip and then settled back, eyes hot with lust. Her shirt hung open, exposing the pink lace of her bra.
“Phinny.”
Her tits jiggled and bounced as she jerked him off. “Yeah?”
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head. Vaguely, he was aware of sunshine filtering through branches, the pine-scented air, and the creak of the leather seat as he shifted all over it, but his orgasm was gathering strength, threatening to tear him wide open, and he had no choice but to succumb. Every muscle in his body clenched down tightly before releasing in an explosive climax that had him shouting.
When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at the hot bursts of semen jetting out of him, and it was such a turn-on, her feminine hand holding him, her jaw slack, her chest rising and falling rapidly, that another wave rippled through him. Hips bucking, his head slammed back. “Jesus, Phinny.”
With a gleam in her eyes, she let go. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Dead. He was dead. As he struggled to catch his breath, she reached into her big, black bag and pulled out a little container of tissue. She cleaned up her hand and his stomach, tossing the refuse on the floorboard.
And then, she gave him a seductive grin and finished unbuttoning her shirt. Shrugging it off, she threw it and her bra onto the passenger seat.
“There’s more to this favor of yours?” He pretended to sound put-out.
“I mean…” She eyed his cock. “Only if you’re up for it.” As it hardened and lengthened, a greedy look filled her eyes. She shifted back to her seat and kicked off her sneakers. “I don’t have a condom.”
Shit. “Me neither.”
She gave him a cautious look. “I haven’t been with anybody in almost a year, and I’m on the pill. I’m…good.”
“I haven’t been with anybody since my physical in May. I’m good, too.”
She bit her bottom lip, eyebrows lifting. We’re doing this?
Need spiked through him. “Fuck, Phinny. I’ve never gone bare. Ever.”
Reaching for the bar beneath his seat, he slid it back as far as it could go. Even though he’d just come, he knew once he got inside her, he wouldn’t last. He wanted to control himself. Wanted to rein it in. For her, this was all just fun. It was exciting. For him…he was just so fucking into her. And he knew she’d never stay here. She’d never be happy living on a ranch in Wyoming. He knew that.
As he yanked down his jeans, she shed her shorts and panties. Sunlight turned her blond hair golden, and her blue eyes sparkled. Look at her. She belongs in the world she grew up in. Sure, she was pissed at her parents. Her mom, in particular. But she hadn’t even been away from home a year. That wasn’t long enough to fully detach. In Phinny’s heart, she was a Crutchley. Without a doubt, she’d go back to that life.
He’d take what he could get. He wasn’t a fool. He knew how lucky he was to have this time with her. But…when she left…
It would gut him.
Why the fuck was he thinking like that? It wasn’t like him to go into something half-assed, expecting defeat. It would be stupid to hold back, certain she’d leave him, instead of trying to win her heart. Because…what if she stayed?
Imagine waking up to Phinny every day of my life.
Imagine living with that smile.
Imagine getting to be the one she turns to for…everything.
Fuck. Yes.
It was almost too good to be true.
He supposed the real test would be what she did with the ranch if she won. If she sold it, then yeah, she’d be on the next plane. If she didn’t…maybe they’d have a chance.
Unbothered by heavy thoughts, she climbed onto his lap. The space was awkward, but he kept a grip on her thigh, so it wouldn’t bang into the gear shift. Watching her raise up on her knees and sink slowly down on him might’ve been the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
He stuttered out an exhalation because Jesus, she was hot, slick, and so tight his body exploded in chill bumps. Squeezing her ass cheek, he gave it a swat to make her move.
Grinning, she swayed her hips to get him all the way inside. She set her hands on the back of his seat and started rocking on him. Tight, slow motions, like she was enjoying the hell out of every slide of his cock inside her. “You feel so good.”
Tell me about it. He had no words. He was mesmerized by her scent, her hair, the sexy rocking of her hips. Totally under her spell, his presence of mind got snatched away. When she grew restless, he knew she couldn’t get enough traction in the tight space, so he cupped her ass and did the work for her. Lifting her, he slammed her down in rhythm with the thrust of his hips. He made sure to drag her over his pubic bone to give her that extra stimulation on her clit.
“God, Declan. I feel…”
“Yeah? What do you feel?”
“I just want you so much. So, so, so much.”
“Me, too, my golden girl. Me, too.”
Her eyes flared at the term of affection, and her fingers went into his hair. “I’m your golden girl.”
“You shine so bright. Your eyes, your smile. It’s like you’ve got sunshine inside your heart.”
She looked like she might cry, but in a good way. The best way. “I can’t believe…” But her mouth closed when he rocked her even harder and faster, and soon she was crying out, her back arching, her face turned up to the sky.
With her hands covering her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples, this magnificent woman was about to come all over his cock. And he was going to get her there. He needed to fuck her into a rip-roaring climax that scared the birds from the trees.