Bonus Chapter #1
Night air blows through the cracked window while I sing along with some country song Alex doesn’t like.
Iris has her feet tucked up under her in the passenger seat, her head resting on the window, watching the trees with this soft look on her face that I keep sneaking glances at when I should be watching the road.
Mom’s locket rests on her chest, catching the occasional flash of light from the street, and she’s so damn beautiful.
I hardly believe I get to call her mine.
“You okay over there?” She’s been quiet since we pulled out of her parents’ driveway, and with Iris, quiet gets me worried sometimes.
That she might be stuck in her head after such an eventful day.
But this time, she turns her head toward me and smiles. “More than okay.”
I reach across the console and find her hand where it’s resting on her knee, and she laces her fingers through mine immediately.
We drive around for a while like that, a silent agreement we made somewhere along the way that we ain’t ready for the night to be over. To let real life back into our bubble.
I’m thinking about her dad’s handshake, the way her mom touched her hair, finally reunited with her long lost daughter. The way Iris cried seeing her parents again after nearly a decade.
I’m thinking about how soon is too soon to ask her to move in with me. To be my wife.
“Pull over.”
I glance over at her. “Huh?”
“Pull over.” She repeats, sitting up straighter now. “That road,” she says, nodding toward a turnoff that leads to nowhere coming up on the right.
I slow down, putting on the turn signal. “You need to pee? There’s a gas station a few miles up the road—”
She squints in that way that always manages to get me going. “I’m not peeing in the woods, Nate. Pull over.”
“Oh, that’s right. You spent all that time in the big city—“ I start, earning an eye roll from her, but I still do what she tells me.
Gravel crunches as I drive down the little road, putting the truck into park when we can’t go any further. Trees close in on either side, and the road ends, leading into woods.
It’s quiet out here.
Real private.
I shift in my seat to look at her properly. “Iris, what—” But she’s already unbuckling her seatbelt.
“Oh,” I say, and she laughs, soft, but pleased with herself, shifting to kneel on the seat beside me.
“I’ve been thinking,” she starts, reaching over to rest her hand on my thigh. “About tonight.”
“Yeah? Whatcha been thinking about?”
“About the way you were with my parents.” Her fingers trace a slow line up to my crotch, where my dick is definitely taking interest. “About the locket. About what you said.”
I swallow, shifting in my seat. “Which part?”
“Future in-laws.” She says, keeping her eyes steady on mine. “You really mean that stuff when you say it, don’t you?”
“Every word.”
She nods, her hand sliding higher, where my dick is swollen in my jeans. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”
I open my mouth. Close it. She can’t be serious. “Iris—”
“I know what you’re going to say.”
“I don’t think you do.” I look out the windshield. There’s nothing out here but trees and whatever’s hiding in them. But still. “This ain’t exactly—”
“Romantic?”
“Classy. Doing it out in the open like this, could be private property—”
She laughs again, even brighter this time, and leans in so her mouth is close to my ear. “Maybe I don’t want classy right now.”
I turn my head toward her, and she’s right there, her knees brushing my thigh, her hand on my cock. I could kiss her if I leaned over half an inch. “What do you want?”
“I want to touch you,” she says, biting her lip, sitting back,looking at me expectantly.
And what the hell am I supposed to say to that other than, “Okay. Sure. Whatever you want, Darlin’.”
My voice comes out a little scratchy, but shit. I ain’t used to this from her. We just fucked for the first time last night.
She smiles that beautiful smile I fell in love with the moment I saw her, pointing it at me like a weapon as she reaches for my belt, getting it open with careful fingers, followed by the button and the zipper.
I lift my hips to get my jeans down just enough for her to pull down the front of my boxers.
It’s dark inside the truck, her face barely visible if it weren’t for the faint glow from the dash.
But it’s enough to see her face when she reveals my cock. All that confidence from before disappearing in a single second.
“Hey,” I say, keeping my voice easy. I’m not gonna push her. “You alright over there?”
“I’m fine,” She says, too quick for me to believe her. “I just— I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know that. It’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t know how.”
I’m already hard.
Have been since she started talking about wanting me, and Iris’ eyes trailing back down to my cock, with that damn lip tucked under her teeth ain’t helping the matter.
I wrap my hand around myself to relieve some pressure while I try to come up with a reasonable way to handle this.
“You never…?” I start, and then stop, because that’s definitely not the right thing to ask. But to my surprise, she nods.
“I did. A few times. When I was a teenager. But it always made me feel bad after.”
Oh.
Those words hit me right in the heart, especially after remembering her from back then. Thinking about that version of Iris, sad and alone, not even able to make herself feel good—
“Okay,” I say, instead of making it a big thing even though it feels like it should be. “Well, why don’t you watch what I do and jump in whenever you’re ready.”
She nods, her full attention on my cock in my hand, and I stroke myself at the pace I like, trying not to feel weird about her undivided attention on my cock.
Feels like I’m one of her paintings.
“You wanna—“ I say, reaching over to take her hand. Her fingers are warm and a little shaky as I guide her hand toward me.
I wrap her hand around my cock and cover her loose grip with mine. “Like this.”
Her fingers tighten on their own, testing the feel of it, and I have to breathe through my nose for a second because Iris is touching my dick for the first time.
“Okay?” I ask, once I’ve got myself under control.
She nods, allowing me to move her hand in a slow motion, guiding her, keeping my hand over hers. She follows the motion, and on the next one, she matches it herself, finding the rhythm.
When I let my hand fall down to my thigh, she keeps going.
A little bit too slow at first, unsure of herself, but she adjusts on her own, like she’s paying attention to every small change in my breath.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I manage, thrusting my hips just slightly to meet her hand. “That’s real okay, Darlin’. You’re doing great.”
She gets more confident with every passing second, and I keep my eyes on her face, watching her watch me with that focused determination. The dark makes everything feel distant, the world narrowing down to us and the truck and her hand on me.
Even more so when she shifts on her knees, moving close enough to kiss me.
It starts soft, her mouth on mine while her hand keeps its rhythm on my cock, but it quickly becomes more because she tastes like what we had for dinner and something else, and her hand tightens slightly, a reaction to my hand sliding through her hair.
For a while, that’s all there is.
Her mouth and her hand and her strokes less tentative, finding the pace that has me thrusting into her hand, my heart about to beat out of my damn chest.
When I can’t keep up with the kiss anymore, she stays close, her lips brushing mine between my exhales, her forehead resting against mine.
“Iris—”
“Please,” She says, sounding as wrecked as I am, even though I haven’t even touched her. “I wanna see you come.”
My hand tightens in her hair as her hand moves fast over me, and I can’t even try to say anything because there aren’t words for this, the woman I love begging me to come for her. Her thumb brushes over the tip, and I groan into the small space between our mouths. “Fuck.”
My orgasm builds faster than I’d like, but she’s got me all figured out in the span of five minutes, and she’s using everything she learned, and I’m just a man. My jaw goes tight, my hand that I completely forgot about tightens in her hair, probably too firm, but she doesn’t pull away.
Her name comes out as a broken moan while she works me through it, staring down at her hand on my cock, pulling out every last drop of come until I have to put my hand over hers to stop her.
Our foreheads are still pressed together, my breathing going crazy, and hers not much better.
“So,” she says eventually, pulling back to look me in the eye, her face doing that thing it does when she goes all shy after we get a little wild.
“Yeah?”
“How was that? Good?” The thing that kills me is that I can tell that she’s not trying to be cocky. She genuinely wants to know, to make sure she gave me a good hand job, and Jesus Christ.
I love this girl.
“Iris,” I say, my voice coming out wrecked. “You killed me.”
She presses her lips together, her curiosity turning into a pleased smile. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes. I don’t know if I can drive home after that.”
“Does that mean I can drive?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But you just said—”
“Darlin’, I’ve seen you drive. There ain’t no way I’m letting you behind the wheel of my truck.” I sit up, dragging a hand over my face, and make an honest attempt to locate the part of my brain that handles things like driving.