Collins
NOW
There’re a million thoughts running through my head as we silently cruise down the road.
Johnnie said she needed to grab a few things before I take her to my lake house.
I know we were caught up in a moment at the service and emotions were high, but when she didn’t back away from my kiss, I never wanted to let her go.
She also let me take her hand as we left, and you bet your ass I took it right back in mine when our asses hit the seat of this truck.
She’s slowly been giving me permission to get close to her again. But when our lips touched for the first time in ten years, it unleashed something in me, and there’s no going back.
She is mine. If I’m honest, she always has been.
I don’t care what she thinks she did that was so bad, there’s nothing, not a thing, that can keep me away now. I look over at her staring at the road ahead and squeeze her hand. She squeezes back and looks over at me, and when she grazes her thumb along mine, my self-control snaps.
I hit the brakes and pull off on the side of the road, tall grass snagging at the bottom of the 4x4.
She tenses and looks around. Thank god for small towns, back roads, and her…
in a skirt. I throw it into park and rip my seat belt off, reaching over to do the same to hers.
Her eyes go wide, and I can hear her take in a breath.
Sliding my arm around her back, she easily slides along the bench seat until I have her in my lap, skirt hiked up to her waist, legs straddling mine.
We both still, breathing inches from each other.
“I’m about to start something, John, so now’s your chance to say no.” I audibly gulp, my self-control dangerously close to snapping.
“There’s a lot of things in my life I should have said no to, Collins, but you’re not one of them. I don’t plan on starting now.”
And there it goes, the very last thread of any reserve I was holding on to.
Leaning forward, I grab the back of her head and pull her face down to mine, lips crashing.
It’s nothing like the kiss from earlier.
This one is messy, ravenous, and laced with desire.
The second I taste her tongue, my hands fly to her thighs, then her ass, squeezing, and she moans into my mouth.
The hum vibrates straight to my dick, and I can’t control the need to thrust up into her.
There’s too much clothing between us but the pressure we create is enough to take the edge off.
“God, Collins…” she breathes against my lips. “I need this. I need you.”
Grabbing her ass again and pulling her into me harder, she’s practically panting now. When her hips take over grinding without any assistance, my hands slide up the back of her shirt.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Please don’t stop touching me.”
When I make it to her shoulders, she’s raising her arms above her head and I don’t waste any time yanking her shirt off.
It hits the dashboard just as Johnnie leans forward, pressing her lace covered breasts to my face and grinding into me harder as she moves one side directly over my mouth.
Now I’m the one moaning as I run my hands slowly up and down her back and press a kiss to the smooth material directly over her hard nipple before opening and sucking as hard as I can.
“Oh my god.” Her voice is strained, breathy.
Her head falls back, and I swear I’m about to come in my damn pants like a fucking teenager.
I’ve always loved her tits, but these extra years have filled them out even more than the last time I saw them and I want to rip her bra off to get a better look.
But before I do that, something else is driving me even more crazy.
My fingers find the waistband of whatever the hell these things are on her legs.
Leggings? Pantyhose? I don’t fucking know, but right now I hate them.
“How much do you like these?” I ask as I pull on the elastic.
She starts to say something, but I literally don’t care what the response is.
“Fuck it, I’ll buy you more.” I pull until they rip in half, exposing silk purple panties. The straps on each side are so thin, I don’t have to yank hard for them to release, too.
“Collins!” she gasps, a surprised laugh spilling from her as she looks down at herself. “Did you just destroy my clothes?” She giggles again. “Are you insane?” Her voice is soft, yet full of want, and I nod my head immediately.
Giving her an almost manic grin, all I can do is reply, “Completely insane. I have to feel how wet you are for me, Johnnie.” Fuck, I need it more than air. “You are wet for me, aren’t you?”
Wordlessly, she grabs my hand and brings it to her, rubbing her slickness all over my fingers. “Feel that? It’s all for you.”
Her eyes roll back into her head when I curve a finger inside.
Dammit, it’s going to take all the strength I have, not to explode.
I’ve dreamed about this moment for a decade.
Any attempts of meaningless flings over the years since her have been just that—meaningless.
All that matters is her right now. That’s what I focus on, adding another finger and she buckles forward.
Using my free hand, I reach up and pull down on the lace that’s been in my way for far too long.
Her perfect pink nipple pops free. I flick it with my tongue before lightly biting down, slowly dragging my fingers back and forth while Johnnie rubs herself faster and faster on my palm, letting out the sexiest moan.
“That’s right, babe. Keep going. Make yourself come all over my hand.”
To my surprise, she reaches back and unlatches her bra and it falls between us before she flings it away and leans forward again.
“You want me to suck on these beautiful nipples, John?”
She grabs and presses her breasts together with a whimper. Fuck, that’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Please, I need your mouth on me.”
Doing just as she asks, I swirl the tip of my tongue around the hardened peak before sucking again with enough force to make my cock go painfully hard and she picks up even more speed on my hand.
I move my mouth to her other side, while pinching a nipple between my fingers at the same rhythm as my fingers are working inside her.
That must be what sends her over the edge, as she grabs the back of my head with both hands, pushing herself into my mouth and grinding as hard as she can.
“I’m—I’m so close,” she whispers, gripping my shoulders.
I can feel the walls around my fingers tighten and flutter as she brings her mouth beside my head where I catch the echo of her gasps and moans in my ear.
Wetness coats my calloused palms, and while I don’t want to move my hand from her warmth, there’s something I’m dying to do.
I slowly move my touch from her, raising the release she left dripping on my skin to my outstretched tongue. I make sure to look Johnnie directly in the eyes as I stick my tongue out and lick from the base of my hand up to the tips of my fingers.
“The sweetest.” I reach up and kiss her mouth with fervor.
She winces a bit at the taste of herself on my lips, making us both grin, lips still fused.
We’re both breathless as she goes limp in my arms. I just hold her like that until she starts to back away, climbing off my lap.
The warmth between us fades away too fast, and I start to panic that she’s regretting everything.
It doesn’t take long before she’s putting my mind at ease, sliding her hand along the bulge of my jeans.
“No, it’s okay, sweetheart. This was all for you. You don’t have—”
She immediately cuts me off while biting her bottom lip.
I let out a breath, resting my head against the seat and drinking in the sight of her with heavy eyelids.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and those ample breasts staring back at me.
I’m drunk on her, and I don’t ever want to be sober.
“I want to. Please?” Fuuuck.
“Well, since you asked so nicely. But are you sure?”
She doesn’t answer, just takes two fingers and drags my zipper down, followed by the band of my boxers, and she gasps, swallowing her breath when I spring free.
There’s already a drop of wetness on the tip when she leans down and swipes it up with a flat tongue.
She eyes me with seduction laced eyes, and holy shit, I know I’m not going to last long.
Bending down, she takes all of me as far as she can.
Mmm, she’s not holding anything back. She gags a little but recovers right away, licking and sucking like she’s starved and I’m the first meal she’s had in days.
“Holy hell, Johnnie.”
She swirls her tongue around the tip, then takes a long hard swipe along my veiny underside, while grabbing my sack with the perfect amount of pressure.
That’s it, I’m gonna die.
I quickly scoop her hair up, gathering it in one hand and placing the other on her back. My balls start to tighten and my hips have a mind of their own, pumping in sync with her pretty fucking mouth.
I pull her hair gently, giving her the option to release. “I’m coming, babe.”
She doesn’t relent and I begin pouring down her throat.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
She bobs up and down, and I take the hand off her back and grab one of her swaying tits and squeeze, kneading as my whole world implodes.
I’m pretty sure I black out, and when I come to, Johnnie sits on her knees beside me, wiping her mouth then running fingertips under the crescents of each one of her eyes, where there are slight black smudges.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, John.” She looks around, finding her bra on the seat and grabbing her shirt from the dash, starting to put them back on. I reach out to stop her. “No, I’m not done enjoying the view.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Come on, we’re out in the open, anyone could drive by.”
“You didn’t seem concerned when my dick was down your throat.”
She smacks me in the chest, and I catch her hand, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles.
“You’re right, get dressed. I don’t want anyone getting a glimpse of what is mine.”
Just as she turns slightly and raises an arm to put her bra back in place, my eyes catch on something I don’t know how I missed until now. There, under her arm, across her ribs, in thin black print, Que Sera Sera. Shock runs through my veins like ice, leaving me frozen in the moment.
She stills with her hands behind her back, eyes recognizing my thoughts and brings a hand to her ribs, feathering fingertips over the letters, eyes full of so many weighted emotions.
“It was a way for me to keep a piece of you with me. That’s what I told myself, anyway.”
I can’t help it; I reach forward to run my fingers over it as well.
Then, I look her in the eyes while reaching to my own ribs, touching my tattoo, and she smiles, color saturating her cheeks.
This is the definition of soulmates, and I want to tell her that, but I think we’re on the same wavelength.
Words aren’t needed.
I button up while she puts herself back together.
I chuckle under my breath when she gets frustrated with her torn clothes, pulling them the rest of the way off before balling them up and tossing them at my face.
I pluck the purple panties from the wad and shove them into my back pocket, smirking and daring her to make a comment about it.
“Go ahead, you keep those, but you owe me a replacement.”
“I’ll buy you ten replacements as long as I get to be the one peeling them off your body.”
She laughs and buckles her seat belt, smoothing down her hair.
Putting the truck back in drive, we veer back on the road and my stomach flips the second I think about taking her back to Texas.
I’m not letting her out of my life without a fight this time.
That woman is mine.