Chapter 13 #2
On nights like this, I wasn’t sure why anyone would want to live in the city.
The plains spread below us and the mountains rose in the distance.
Above us, a few stars glinted in the vast, sapphire sky.
We had at least an hour of light left, but as the evening turned to twilight, the magic of Montana found its way into my heart.
Or maybe it was Presley.
“I was dying to kiss you today,” I whispered into her ear. “I almost did.”
Her eyes dropped. “Shaw, we—”
“I know. I’m temporary. You don’t need the gossip. I get it, but that doesn’t make me want to kiss you any less.”
“If people knew, if the guys knew, it would only make it more complicated.”
I suspected the guys at the garage already knew, but I wasn’t going to burst her bubble. “I’ll keep this quiet, but when we’re alone, you’re all mine.”
She grinned and let me go to swing her leg off the bike. I expected her to walk to the edge of the bluff and take in the sunset from her feet. Instead, she turned her back to the view and straddled my lap, looping her arms around my neck. “We’re alone now.”
My mouth fused to hers, and I kissed her like I’d wanted to kiss her all day. Our tongues collided in a messy, wet duel that we both won. As the sun continued to fade, my need for Presley surged to a fire even a dozen showers wouldn’t cool.
“We gotta slow down.” I broke away from her mouth, panting. “Otherwise I won’t be able to stop.”
Her hands came to my face. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
My jaw dropped. My cock, already hard, wept. Please let me have heard her right. “What are you saying?”
“We only have a month.” She looked up at me with those blue eyes, matched by the sky above our heads. “You’ll leave and we’ll both let go. But for now, when we’re alone . . .”
“Let’s make the most of it.”
“Yeah.” She smiled and dipped her lips to the underside of my jaw, peppering it with kisses.
I growled, my cock begging to be let out of my zipper. I hauled her to me, holding tight, and I lifted us both off the machine.
I would have liked nothing more than to fuck her on the bike, but it was brand new and this was going to be hard and fast. I didn’t trust my balance that much. There was a picnic table in the distance, shielded partially from the road by two cottonwood trees.
Her legs wrapped around me as I walked us to the table, her mouth sucking and licking at the skin on my neck.
I set her on the edge of the table and her hands went right for my jeans. I tugged on the strap of her belt, loosening its hold so her jeans draped over her hips, exposing creamy skin and the black lace of her panties.
“Condom’s in my pocket.”
She raised an eyebrow, digging into my pocket. “Expecting this?”
“Hoping for this.” I chuckled, dropping my lips to hers. “So damn hopeful.”
She smiled against my lips as she retrieved the condom.
I put a hand in the center of her sternum, checking over my shoulder for any oncoming traffic. The road was empty—we hadn’t seen a car since we’d parked—and the trees shielded us along with the fading light.
I flicked open the button on her jeans, dragging down the zipper, though I could have slid them free.
Presley arched her hips, helping to shimmy them toward her knees.
She toed off her shoes and those jeans pooled on the gravel by my boots.
My fingers caressed her skin, dragging trails along the flesh of her legs.
I started at the outside, then worked my way in, first to her knee, then up an inch. Down an inch, up two. Until my fingers were barely centimeters from the gusset of her panties.
I dragged my thumb up her covered slit.
“Shaw,” she moaned, squirming under my touch. “Quit playing around.”
“I like to play.”
Presley lifted up on one elbow, her chest heaving. “Play later. When we’re behind a closed door. Right now, I need you inside.”
I loved the desperation in her voice. It shredded my control and I leaned over her, dragging my nose along the lace panties, inhaling her scent.
I placed kisses up her belly, over the top of the white Clifton Forge Garage tee that molded to her flat stomach and firm breasts.
I found her lips with mine and kissed her as I undid the zipper of my jeans and set myself free.
Taking the condom from her hand, I rolled it over my shaft and slipped my tongue out of her mouth. I leaned back, and with one yank, I shredded those lace panties.
Presley laughed to the sky. “I always wanted to know what that felt like. A man ripping off my panties.”
“Yeah?” I leaned in to whisper against her lips. “What other fantasies do you have?”
“Keep going and maybe you’ll find out.”
I chuckled, savoring every shiver and hitch in her breath as I let the stubble on my jaw scrape against her chin and the cool breeze wash over the wet I left on her lips.
I reached between us, gripping my cock to drag it through her entrance. She moaned, the sound loud and long because there wasn’t a damn soul out here to object. Presley could scream at the top of her lungs and only the birds would hear.
I’d love to hear her shout my name.
I inched forward, stretching her. It took every ounce of control not to thrust in deep and feel the pulse of her slick, wet heat, but I worked us together with patience.
She shifted each time I went deeper, her breath gasping as she adjusted to my size. “You’re big.”
And she was tiny. I’d known this was going to be a snug fit, and I gritted my teeth to keep from exploding. I wanted to make this good for her, for both of us.
My fingers splayed between us, holding her wet folds apart as I rocked us together, until finally, I was seated as deep as she’d take me. Presley’s eyes were squeezed shut.
“Good?”
She bit her lip. “Move.”
Fuck, yeah. I took her knees, holding up her legs as I withdrew. She hissed a breath when I drove forward, grinding the root of my cock against her clit. Her hands gripped the table.
“You feel fucking incredible, baby.”
“So do you.” One hand reached for mine.
I took it, lacing our fingers together, and thrust in again. My jeans fell farther down.
God, I wanted her naked. I wanted that T-shirt gone and Presley spread out beneath me so I could watch her rosy nipples. But we were scratching an itch. We were letting loose and fucking under the sky.
Tomorrow, or maybe tonight, we’d take the time to explore.
My pace picked up and I slammed into her time and time again until she writhed on the table. White spots broke in my vision as I took her hard, loving the clench of her around me.
“Shaw.” She gave me a warning gasp.
I planted deep, hard, and dropped her leg. I found the bundle of nerves between us and stroked, three times before she shattered, her back arching off the table and her mewls fading into the coming night.
When her cries subsided, I began stroking again, this time in short, hard thrusts. It didn’t take long for the build, the pressure to consume me, and I let go with Presley’s hand still in mine and her scent floating on the night air.
I collapsed on top of her when we were both spent. “Damn.”
The fingers of her free hand dove into my hair. “Damn.”
I didn’t want to let her go, but I did. I stood, sliding out and picking up her jeans, brushing off the dirt. As she stepped into them, I yanked up my own jeans and took care of the condom, tossing it in a trash bin a few feet from the table as Presley cinched her belt.
We didn’t speak as we made our way to the bike. I climbed on first, steadying the bike as she straddled me from behind.
Then she sighed, wrapping herself to my frame and holding on tight.
“See?” I kissed her temple. “I don’t grunt.”
The sound of her laughter rose above the roar of the engine as we rode home.