Chapter 22 #2
Bluebell looks at me. “You’d think they were eighteen and not going on thirty-five.”
“It’s a proven fact human men don’t mature until at least their mid-thirties,” Mama Tucker chirps from her spot nestled against her husband’s chest. “You sure you two want to go with them? I swear you were both born old souls, and skinny dipping doesn’t seem up your alley.”
“It’s not,” I admit. Not with the Jays, anyhow. “But we’ve kept the Jays out of more trouble than I can even admit to you, Mama Tucker.”
She places a hand over one ear. “Gods, I don’t even want to hear about it.”
Bluebell sighs as she stands, grabbing her coat from the back of the chair. “Guess we’d better go keep an eye on them.”
I trail her silently outside, where Jasper and Jack are talking to four pixie females in a truck.
“Oh boy,” Bluebell says.
“Let’s go, lollygaggers,” Jack shouts as he slides into the passenger seat. Jasper hops into the driver’s seat and waves two pixies over so they’re smashed between the brothers. Two more slide into the back and wave at us.
“You two coming or what?” one of the pixies hollers from the back seat, leaning halfway out. I think she might already be drunk.
We mostly manage to get into the car without incident…until I try to fold my wings into the back seat.
“Nice wings,” one of the pixies teases. “You’re a big boy, though, so you might want to hang out of the window a little bit.”
Bluebell glances up at me, nostrils flaring at hearing someone else call me a big boy.
“Move over!” the other pixie shouts from the middle of the back seat.
“Fuck this,” I mutter, hopping out of the truck. “I’ll sit in the bed.”
“I’m coming with you.” Bluebell follows me and leaps up into the truck bed.
“Dude, make sure my sister doesn’t fall out!” Jasper shouts from inside the truck.
As if I’d let that happen.
Joining her, I slump against the window. Before she even has a chance to get settled, Jasper takes off up the driveway, throwing gravel. Bluebell bounces forward, almost falling over the side of the truck until I grab her and yank her back against my chest.
“What the fuck, Jasper?” she shouts at the back window. Inside, the pixies and her brothers laugh raucously. The only light is the faint one from the headlights in front of the truck. Nobody can see us back here, much less hear us.
That means I’ve got an opportunity.
“C’mere, baby,” I murmur in her ear, nestling her close against me as I wrap my arms around her. Sliding my spade up to her lips, I run it over the plump lower one. “How do you taste, Bluebell?”
She sinks hard against me, digging her fingers into my thighs as we bounce loudly over dirt roads.
The next thing I feel is her hot, wet tongue sliding along the edge of my spade.
Heat shoots through me in a never-ending barrage of lightning bolts.
Bluebell’s fingers trail up the length of my tail to my spade then curl around the base below it.
She sucks hungrily at me as she moves her hips in my lap.
The hard-on I’m sporting could punch a hole through walls.
Resting my head against the window, I risk a glance inside the cab.
It’s dark, although the Jays and the pixies are being loud as hells inside.
With my better vision, I can see them, but the Jays won’t be able to see shit back here, much less hear us.
Leaning forward, I release a needy groan in Bluebell’s ear. “You keep doing this to me, and I’m gonna embarrass myself right here with you in my lap.”
She cries out and rocks harder, bouncing up and down as she leans against me and grips one of my horns in her hand.
She shoves my spade up her shirt, pressing it against a taut breast, and I’m lost. Lost to the heady sense of knowing she’s so entirely mine.
It doesn’t matter what Jasper or anyone else has to say about it. I’m telling him the moment I can.
Wrapping my wings around us, I cocoon us in darkness to shield her from the wind and Jasper’s godsawful driving. We hit a pothole and bounce up off the truck bed, but all it does is ram my dick against her ass.
Snarling, I wrap a hand around her throat to keep her steady against me. My hips move entirely of their own accord as I pound over and over. She’s moaning in my lap, grinding against me as her hand tightens on my horn.
“I’m about to come, little witch,” I admit into her ear, kissing a trail down the side of her neck. “So fucking hard, teasing you like this.” Moving one hand to her hips, I guide her on and off my lap as I slide the other hand inside her jeans and stroke soft circles over her clit.
She jolts and arches against me, body locking up tight.
I can’t even help it, sinking my teeth lightly into her neck.
I imagine it’s a claiming bite, that I’m putting all of my intention and obsession into it.
One day, when she lets me claim her, it’ll create an unbreakable bond between us because she’ll pour her intention into it too.
She comes all over my fingers, and I drink her scent in until it fills me so completely, I can’t fathom where she ends and I begin.
Bluebell snarls and turns, threading her fingers around my neck as she rides my lap harder.
She reaches down between us and grips my cock, stroking up and down my length.
“For the love of all that’s holy, stop,” I moan, letting my head fall against the truck window.
“You deserve this little tease for that stunt you pulled at dinner, big boy,” she whispers into my mouth. “You thought that was funny, didn’t you? Not to mention that pixie calling you big boy made me want to flip tables. I didn’t realize quite how possessive I was feeling over you.”
When I chuckle, she drops down and yanks my pants open.
Before I can process the move, she dips low and sucks my cock into that hot, sinful mouth.
A guttural cry rumbles from my throat as I struggle around the idea that at any moment, someone could turn around.
I’m relatively sure they can’t see, but that little niggle of worry has my cock pulsing with need.
“Bluebell, fuuuuck,” I moan.
She slides as far down as she can, my length hitting the back of her throat and going further.
She moans like she can’t get enough of me, of doing this, and that alone spurs me closer to orgasm.
The truck hits another bump, and she bounces another few inches down my cock.
Choking, she slips off and looks up at me.
“Careful, little witch,” I murmur, staring into her stunning eyes.
We take a sharp left. I know that left. We’re almost to Jack’s favorite skinny dipping spot.
“Time to put our clothes back on,” I murmur, smiling at Bluebell.
She doesn’t answer, just bends low and tugs one of my piercings between her lips. Heat shreds my self control as I grip her shoulders and attempt to pull her off my length. She pops up with a saucy look.
“Only to take them right back off,” she says with a laugh, sinking against my wing and the side of the truck.
“I wanna keep teasing you,” she whispers, knowing I can hear her over the sound of the wind. I leave my wing behind her to shield her from the worst of it, hanging on to the edge of the truck bed as we bounce over the last mile or two to the edge of the gulch.
When we get there, Jasper throws the truck into park so fast, Bluebell nearly bounces back into my arms. Snarling, I bang on the window. “Jasper, chill the fuck out, dude!”
I throw Bluebell a frustrated look. “He always drive like this when you’re in the truck?”
She snickers. “You feeling protective, big boy?”
“You fucking bet I am,” I mutter, watching as she leaps out of the truck bed.
The rest of the monsters pile out, too, but it’s all I can do not to stare at her.
Off in the distance, the mustang herd’s whinnies echo up out of the night.
“Aww, they’re out, awesome!” shouts one of the pixies as she slings an arm around Jack’s neck and drags him toward the gulch.
Jasper grabs two of the other girls’ hands and follows, hooting and hollering.
I want to grab Bluebell’s hand and hold it, but I don’t want her to have to pull it from mine when we get close enough for them to see us again.
Leaning in close to her, I drag my fangs up her neck to her ear. “We can’t touch in front of them, not yet, so maybe we should make this a fun tease, little mate. What do you think?”
Her eyes flash in the moonlight, and she grins. “Love that idea.”
For a moment, nobody exists outside Bluebell and me. It’s just the two of us, the rocky riverbank and the cold, waiting water.
Tires screech as more cars pull up. A half dozen of the Punishers hop and fly out, rushing toward the riverbanks with partners in tow.
“Oh shit,” Bluebell whisper-hisses. “What are we gonna do?”
“I almost hope someone says something,” I admit. “I don’t think they will, though, so let’s just enjoy ourselves?”
She glances in the direction of the river, frowning as she seems to debate what I said. Finally, she smiles up at me. “It’s gonna come out sooner or later, right?”
“Let me distract you,” I offer.
A fire crackles by the shore. One of my buddies from the team drops onto a fallen log and pulls a guitar from his back.
The first strumming sounds seem to relax Bluebell.
Some of the players smile at her as we walk toward the water, but thankfully nobody mentions that kiss from the team breakfast this morning.
Mustangs splash at the far end of the river, content to watch us from afar. Jasper and Jack are already naked and in the water, howling about how frigid it is.
I pull my shirt over my head, then kick the pants off. I’m dying to know if Bluebell’s staring at my half-hard cock, but I settle for the assumption that she is. Closing my eyes, I roll my shoulders and walk to the water. I turn and back in, shooting her a wink as she stares at me, eyes wide.
Someone splashes me from behind, the freezing water sending a chill down my skin.
Bluebell pulls her shirt and bra off in one big swoop then drops them to the ground in a pile with my stuff.
My breath hitches as she pushes her jeans slowly down, revealing slim thighs, that godsdamn tattoo, and the soft thatch of dark pubic hair.
“Fuck,” I mutter, getting harder as I devour her naked figure cloaked in moonlight.
“Alkazar, we got smores whenever you’re done playing around!” one of the players shouts from the shore.
Bluebell dashes into the water, screaming at the temperature as she wraps both hands around her body.
“C’mon, Bloob,” Jasper shouts. “Just get them bitties all the way in, and I swear it won’t be so bad!”
She laughs as we sluice through the water to meet Jack, Jasper and their dates. Slapping me on the shoulder, she jerks her head toward the riverbank. “I’m gonna need that fire and those smores in, like, four seconds because this is a miserable level of cold.”
“Aww, it’s not that bad,” I say.
She barks out a laugh. “Yeah it’s like, twenty degrees closer to your body temperature than mine. I bet this feels just fine for you!”
I roll to my back and float, back-paddling closer to her. “Yep and I could just disappear beneath the surface and swim around for hours. Don’t even need to take a breath.”
“Stop showing off, Alk!” Jasper shouts. “And put that thing away!”
Bluebell and I share a look just before he lurches out of the water, tackling her into it. They disappear beneath the surface, and I force myself not drag her up into my arms. Moments later they emerge—Bluebell with an angry screech and Jasper with raucous laughter.
“Oh my gods, I’m gonna frickin’ kill you, Jasper Alan Tucker!” she shouts. Water streams down her hair.
I shoot her an understanding look.
Laughing, she shoves him toward his date. “Get the hells away from me, you big asshole!”
As he falls into the water, the pixie girl diving on top of him with a whoop, Bluebell looks up at me. “You ready for smores, Mister Helpful? Because I literally cannot take this water for a moment longer.”
Stepping closer, I put a hand in the middle of her naked back, leaning in close. “I’ll feed you whatever you want, Miss Tucker, anything at all.”