Chapter 4
4
R oan had taken every backroad he could think of. His now pristine truck was dirty again with the dust from the gravel roads, but it was a small price to pay for being out here with Luna again. They had found the old dirt tract that ran between his farm and her parent’s farm. Although it hadn’t been his land back then, they had still liked to race along the road back to the creek that cut its way through acres of farm fields like a long, winding serpent.
Parking down by the creek meant they were absolutely secluded. It was always the perfect hideaway. There was a low-level water crossing that connected the two front fields to the two back fields. No one could see them unless they came down the farm track.
They climbed out of his truck to sit in the back bed to stare up at the bright moon and the scattering of stars, and listen to the sound of the water bubbling and rushing under the cement bridge. He always carried an old quilt in the back, to wrap something fragile and now he was glad that he had it for them to lie out on and do some star gazing.
Truth be told, he was glad he brought the blanket for another reason.
He’d learned from years ago when they’d been dating.
“This truck is definitely nicer than your old truck,” Luna chuckled, still staring at the stars with her head on his stomach.
“Yes. It’s not as loud. We couldn’t always sneak through fields and down here without your Dad hearing the muffler from my old truck.”
She chuckled. “Or the previous owner of your farm hearing us tear across his field.”
“True. I’m glad we never got caught for trespassing.”
Luna laughed softly and then sighed. “I forgot about stars.”
“How could you forget about stars?”
“You don’t really see them in the city.” She rolled over onto her stomach and stacked her fist, resting her chin on them to look up at him. His heart melted looking down at her, her leg resting on the top of his.
Just like old times.
“No. I suppose you wouldn’t,” he remarked, lazily. “I don’t like the city much.”
“It’s okay.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Just okay? When you were in high school you were all about the city and excitement.”
“I also was really into blue lipstick and frosted tips,” she replied, sardonically.
He chuckled. “I was tempted once to frost my tips for you. It was fleeting.”
She smiled and then sat up. “Really?”
“Why are you surprised by that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He sat up too then, to look her in the eye. “Back then I would’ve done anything for you.”
Even in the dim light he could see the faint blush of pink wash across her cheeks. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. I liked you the way you were. The way you are.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek, letting his fingers trail and linger on the soft skin of her cheek. All he wanted to do was kiss her.
Again.
He wanted to do more than kiss her.
He scooted closer and their eyes locked; her breath hitched in her throat.
“I think I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured.
“I was going to ask if you were going to kiss me or not,” she said, her voice sultry.
He chuckled, pulled her across his lap, captured her lips with his and sank into the soft, sweetness of her mouth.
He wanted all of her, but when he took her again, he wanted it to be just right. He wanted it to be perfect for her, to give her back something, because what she’d given him all those years ago had been so amazing and meaningful. No one had ever loved him like she had, and no one since had ever held a candle to her.
Yet, as her tongue slipped past his lips, all he wanted to do was push her down on the bed of his truck and thrust into her hot, tight, depths.
“Roan,” she whispered, as he let his hands trail down her neck. Her hand gripped his shirt and then travelled lower to the button of his jeans. He sucked in a deep breath as she undid the zipper, reaching down underneath the fly to stroke him.
“Jesus,” he groaned.
“No underwear?” she asked surprised, touching him.
“And I’m so damn glad I didn’t wear them tonight.”
“Me too.” She kissed him again and pushed him down. “I’m going to finish what I wanted to in the shower.”
Holy. Fuck.
He wanted this so bad, he lifted his hips as she pulled down his jeans. She kissed him again as her delicate hand stroked the length of him, torturing him with her soft strokes.
“You drive me wild,” he moaned.
“Not yet.” She shimmied down, running her tongue down his cock, twirling the tip around the head, taunting him, firing his blood. His body stiffened as his dick slipped into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue teasing him and her hand continuing to caress him.
Heat ran through his veins as he gripped the blanket underneath him, trying hard not to come. All he wanted do now was flip her over and take her. Tease her like she was doing to him. And just thinking about her on all fours, his hands on her ass as he was driving into her, caused his control to slip.
“I’m close,” he grunted.
She moved her mouth, stroking him until he came all over his abdomen. Roan slid up and grabbed an old towel to clean up. She leaned over him, grinning, and he wanted to turn that saucy smile into cries of pleasure.
“You have a very serious look on your face,” she teased.
“Oh, I’m dead serious about giving you the same, darling.”
Luna’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know what was going to happen, but when it came to Roan, she was here for it, and his gaze was absolutely hungry.
Feral almost, and it made her stomach flip in excitement.
He pushed her down.
“Do you want this?” he asked, his tone dark and husky.
“Oh yes,” she consented.
He grinned, and anticipation rippled through her on a wave of excitement. She wanted this.
So bad.
Roan leaned over her and slipped off her jeans, and he grinned wolfishly at her lace thong. They were hot pink. She remembered how much he liked that color on her. He braced his arms on either side of her head, staring down at her. Heat unfurled in the pit of her stomach.
She needed this.
She craved this.
Without breaking the lock of their gazes, he reached down between her thighs to touch her, stroking her over her underwear, and she kind of wished she hadn’t worn them and that she’d gone commando like him.
“You’re already wet,” he purred as he slipped his finger under her panties. His thumb rubbing her clit in lazy circles made her buck off the bed of the truck.
“You’re going to punish me, aren’t you?”
“Do you want to be?”
“By you? Oh yes.”
“No punishment, just pleasure.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her thong and slipped it off. Roan hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her hips as he settled between her legs.
Her nipples hardened, knowing what was going to happen next.
“What do you want?” he asked, kissing her stomach and then lower, knowing fully what she wanted, because she was so wet for him.
“You.”
He chuckled. “Not tonight. That’s for tomorrow, but for now I can give you a little hint of what’s to come.”
She moaned, because she wanted all of him but, on the flip side, it also made her excited about what tomorrow might bring, because right now this was hot. Probably the spiciest thing she had ever done. She couldn’t even remember doing anything like this with her ex. Sex had been good, but not exciting.
Not like this.
Michael told her she was boring and predictable and that’s why he cheated. She froze slightly and Roan noticed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He moved back over her, staring down into her. “I’m not buying it.”
“I was boring and predictable.”
“Who said that?”
“My ex-husband. That’s why he cheated.”
He snorted. “Nothing about you is boring or predictable and I’m going to make you forget that asshat.”
She licked her lips. “I’d like that.”
And that’s what she needed. She needed to start fresh and wipe the slate of her past away.
He touched her gently, teasing her again, until all that self-doubt and negativity was melting from her mind.
“Now, where was I?” he asked, kissing her lower and lower. “Oh right. I think I was here.”
Pleasure ran through her as his tongue slid slowly up her slit. She arched her hips, silently begging him for more. He held her hips still as his tongue found her clit and he began to tease her, tasting her, and she moved her hips in rhythm with his licks as a knot of pleasure formed deep in her belly, building and building until she could feel herself close to the edge.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“Are you close?”
“So close. I want you inside me.”
He chuckled. “Not tonight. I want to taste you on my lips when you come.”
She was losing control as he slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping them in and out as the pressure increased on her clit. She rocked her hips against him and cried out, clutching the blanket as she came so hard, her pussy squeezing his fingers. The orgasm washed over her and then dissipated as she floated back down to earth.
Roan lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms, and she clutched at him, her legs still shaking as he held her.
“You are vexing,” she managed to finally say.
“Why’s that?” he asked, a hint of humor in his voice.
“I came prepared this time.”
“So did I, but when I take you again, I want to make sure it’s a night you won’t forget.”
“I don’t think I’ll be forgetting this,” she murmured, lazily.
“You will after tomorrow.”
The promise in his voice made her insides twitch in anticipation. Her phone began to ring in her discarded jeans pocket.
“Ugh.” She moved away from Roan and fished it out. It had gone to voicemail, but it was her mother. Probably wondering where she was, because Luna was supposed to be home now.
“Who was it?” he asked.
“My mom. We’ve been out here awhile.”
He laughed softly. “Just like old times with your mom checking on you with your late curfew.”
She smiled. “And making out in the back of your truck. I better go back.”
He sighed. “Good idea. You’ll need your sleep for tomorrow.”
They quickly got dressed and cleaned up before climbing back into his truck. He turned around in the pasture and then made his way up the long laneway from the creek bed back to the house. He parked the car and then got out to open the door for her.
Just like he always did.
Her legs were still shaking as he walked her up the front porch steps. Her truck was back, which meant her mom was home, so she couldn’t really invite Roan in to continue what they had started out in the field together.
But they had tomorrow, and she planned to take full advantage of that date she bought off of him.
“You could’ve had me for free,” still rang through her head. She knew that, but she didn’t want to let any other woman have a chance at him. Not that Roan would put out on a date like that, but she didn’t want any other woman to have a chance.
She felt completely possessive over him.
Part of her wondered if she had of been a little bit more possessive of her ex then maybe he wouldn’t have cheated on her.
You’re being a goose. You can’t spend your life watching your husband like a hawk.
A really strong foundation was built on trust.
Like her parents.
Her mother and father had many friends and not once did she her mother questioning her dad about who he had been with. They were open and honest. They shared a life together and that’s what Luna thought a good marriage was.
That’s what it should be, and it was clear to her that Michael and her didn’t have that, at all. She thought they did, but they didn’t. Whereas she always trusted Roan. He never let her down.
“What’re you thinking so hard about?” he needled.
“Our date. In fact.”
“Really?” he asked, intrigued.
“You told me to get rest.” She pulled him close, jamming her hands down the front pocket of his jeans.
“That’s right. You’ll need it. And I’m glad you won, because I can adjust things the way I like.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Roan just grinned and then kissed her lightly on the lips. “Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow about six. Dress nice.”
She removed her hands from his pockets and watched him as he walked down the porch steps back to his truck and climbed in. He waved out the open window and drove out of the drive and down the gravel road toward his farm.
He told her to get some sleep, but she had a feeling she would be hard pressed to get any rest tonight, because all she would be thinking about all night was him and what tomorrow would bring.