He stops the truck on a hill overlooking a slight valley below. It’s semi-secluded, and no other cars are around.
“Are we getting out?” I watch as he puts the truck in park and kills the engine.
“Out of these clothes.” A naughty grin curls his cheeks, and he lifts the arm rest, pulling me roughly to him by my waist.
I exhale a laugh that melts into a sigh as he buries his face in the side of my hair. Electricity races down my shoulders, tingling my core at the touch of his lips on my skin, and I glance out the windows to be sure we’re alone.
“What is this place?” I gasp as he lifts my sweater, finding my bra and pushing it higher so my breasts spill out, into his waiting hands.
“Makeout Point.” His hot tongue circles my hard nipple, and I exhale a noise of pleasure. “It used to be more popular when I was a kid. I don’t know what happened. Kids are driving less. Parents are more permissive.”
He punctuates each sentence with a kiss to my sensitive skin, and his hands drop to my waist jerking at the button on my jeans. It’s hot and aggressive, and I scoot over so I can shimmy out of the restrictive fabric.
“Tonight would’ve been a good night for that cheerleader skirt,” I mutter, struggling to get the pants off my ankles.
“Tease.” He grins, whipping his shirt over his head.
Crawling onto my knees in only my black string bikini panties, I rub my hand over the impressive bulge in his jeans. “Your turn.”
A condom is between his teeth, and his jeans are below his hips in record time, allowing his erection to rise, bobbing over his belly. Leaning forward, I can’t resist sliding my tongue up the length of his shaft, circling it around the mushroom tip before pulling it between my lips.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses, threading his fingers in the back of my hair.
Salty precum touches my tongue, and my insides clench, growing slicker with every suck. He’s too big to fit all the way in my mouth, so I grip his shaft, pumping as I lick him and take him as far as I can into my throat. His hips rise, thrusting gently as my head bobs up and down in his lap.
“Good girl.” It’s a hoarse whisper and his grip tightens in my hair. “You suck me so good.”
His dirty words make my pussy flutter, and when he sits forward, driving his thick fingers into me, I pop off him with a moan. It’s like fuel to his fire. He grasps my face in both hands, pulling my lips to his in a forceful kiss.
His tongue captures mine, demanding and dominating, and I grip his neck in response, barely noticing when he hauls me onto his lap in a straddle. I’m ravenous, kissing him desperately, rubbing my tingling nipples against the coarse hair on his chest.
“I’m going to fuck you now, kitten.” His deep voice is in my ear, and a delicious sting cuts into my legs when he rips my panties away.
“Oh, God, yes,” I manage to answer just before he drives balls-deep into me with a low, animal groan.
I’m on top, echoes of that song in my head, and I rock my hips, riding his pony as he grips my ass. He drags me roughly, massaging my clit against his pelvis, causing stars to break out behind my closed eyes.
My back arches, and I slide my hands up my body, lifting my breasts as I grind.
“I love your tits.” His hungry tone thrills me. “You are so sexy.”
I feel sexy. I feel powerful, and as the orgasm blooms hotter in my belly, I ride faster, chasing the pleasure flooding my senses. Sweat trickles along the line of my hair, between my breasts, and I throw my head back as the wave starts to crest.
Large hands squeeze my ass, drawing me closer, and when his mouth clamps forcefully on my nipple, I scream, coming hard on his cock.
“That’s my girl.” He thrusts up, teasing my spasms, drawing them out again and again before holding, groaning deeply as he comes.
“Blake…” It’s the same groan he made in the shower, and a thrill races to my toes.
Falling forward, I clutch his cheeks again, kissing him firmly, dragging my lips across his and curling our tongues together.
He feels so good.
He feels like mine.
And when he groans my name that way, it makes me believe this could work.
Driving back to the estate, our fingers are laced, and I’m buzzing with afterglow. “I like makeout point. It might be my top favorite place in Hamiltown.”
He exhales a chuckle, and I look out at the dark trees passing on the road. My mind drifts to my sister so genuinely happy tonight. She skipped around, posing the young players in their softball gear next to super-girly towers of cupcakes and oversized gerbera daisies.
The dirty little players with their pigtails and big smiles–some missing teeth–created a cute juxtaposition, and even though she’s only been taking pictures for a short time, my sister has an artistic eye. I can’t wait to see what she’s captured.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Hana so invested in something.” I glance up to catch the muscle in Hutch’s jaw moving. His brow is lowered, and he seems angry. “What?”
He cuts his eyes at me briefly. “Nothing.”
It’s dark, but I can tell it’s not nothing. The fizzy glow in my chest cools. “Say it.”
Shifting in the seat, he releases my hand, putting his on the steering wheel. “I’m not so comfortable with Pepper and Hana getting close.”
Defensive anger tightens my throat, and I lean back, crossing my arms. “What’s wrong with Hana and Pepper being friends? I’ve only seen good things coming from them spending time together.”
“For now.”
“What does that mean?”
He exhales loudly, looking out the window. “Come on, Blake. Don’t make me say things you don’t want to hear.”
“I think you’d better, since I’m not a mind reader.”
“Hana’s a loose cannon. Pepper’s a little girl.” He pinches his top lip, and even if he looks delectable, the anger tightening my chest kills it.
“You’re saying she’s a bad influence? I disagree. Hana knows Pepper’s only eleven. She wouldn’t do anything irresponsible around her.”
“It didn’t stop her last night.”
It’s like a splash of ice water in my face. “What happened last night?”
Again, his jaw tightens, and he casts me a withering glance. “We got an anonymous tip at the office, and when we went to check it out, she was there with Trip, high as a kite.”
“And you’re just now telling me?” Frustration and disappointment war in my chest.
I don’t know if I’m more betrayed Hutch didn’t tell me or if I’m embarrassed I trusted her, defended her, and she’s fallen back into her same old self-destructive habits.
No, pushing back on that, I won’t let him try and take the moral high ground. “If Hana has a problem, you’re as much to blame for it as anyone else.”
His fist tightens on the steering wheel, and he exhales a growl. “How do you figure that?”
“I was the only person protecting her from Victor, and when you sent me to Bishop, that was the end of it. She had no one.”
“I thought you said he was already…” His voice drops in volume. “Molesting her before you left.”