CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
C assidy smooths a wrinkle from her new shirt. “We’re really going into public like this?”
My dick is half-cocked just staring at her in clothes I bought. After she drained my balls on the couch, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. I happily provided her with stuff to wear after I ruined her dress. A custom tee is one thing. The shorts and underwear I had in her size were hard to explain without making me sound unhinged.
Luckily, she thinks my brand of crazy is romantic.
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” Our clasped palms steer us to the front door regardless of her answer.
“Not even a little bit. Have you looked in the mirror?” She gets distracted ogling me but shakes her head. “It’s just the implication.”
I chuckle as she gestures to the bold words printed on the front of her tee. The blush darkening her freckled cheeks captivates me. My knuckles trace the heat.
“I’d Ride That,” I recite.
“How silly of me to assume the meaning was horse related.” Her gaze shifts to my shirt. “Until you put yours on.”
Mine is simply stated, marking me as That . Obviously. “I’m your favorite mount.”
“It’s true,” she murmurs.
“But how’s your second favorite steed doing?”
She toys with a lock of her hair, twirling the red silk around her finger. “Leita is horribly spoiled and still working her way through the last bag of carrots you brought.”
“As she should be.” I gesture her outside. “And on that high note, let’s tell the town we’re madly in love.”
Her body very purposefully brushes against mine. “I’m sure they already know.”
“Visual proof never hurt anyone.”
She tugs the collar to her nose and sniffs. “Smells like you.”
“Might be on purpose,” I rumble.
“Not surprised.” Cassidy laughs as we hop down the porch stairs. “Should we take my truck?”
The gleaming paint sparkles under the setting sun. “I’ll drive.”
“You’ll let me be a passenger princess in my own vehicle?” Her hand flutters to her chest. “Oh, my.”
I open her door, hoist her onto the seat, buckle her in, and snatch the fob from her loose grip. In that order. She blinks at me. I kiss the shock on her parted lips.
“Sit tight, babe.”
Rubber soles skid on cement in my rush around the hood. Cassidy’s smile greets me as I slide behind the wheel and jab the key into the ignition. My gaze bounces between her and our surroundings while I reverse onto the street.
There’s no sound from the radio until something seems to connect. A raspy voice picks up wherever it left off. My eyes bulge when the context becomes clear.
I give myself an anticipatory stroke.
She immediately advances a step in response.
I cock an eyebrow. “No, pretty girl. Get on your knees for me and crawl.”
Whitney lowers herself, holding my stare. She leans forward, palms flat on my floor, and my cock jerks—
Cassidy smacks the knob, cutting off the scene. “That’s enough of that.”
“I don’t think so.” My finger jabs the button and the story continues.
—at her willing compliance. Her breasts point down, those red tips tight, and that little bit of stomach she’s so worried about looks like an enticing handful, creating a delicious crease where it meets her curved hip. If only she knew how badly I want to lick her there, to trace her insecurities with my tongue.
“Slowly,” I demand as she starts to crawl.
“Is this good?” Her voice is breathless yet strong. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You look like a fucking goddess.”
My foot slips off the gas pedal and I swerve. “Holy shit, this might be kinkier than the last book.”
“I can’t believe this is happening again,” she grumbles.
A sideways glance exposes her hurried methods to end the audio on her phone. My palm glides across the steering wheel, imagining her soft skin rather than leather. It’s no wonder she reads these novels. I’m harder than steel and ready for the climax.
“Beauty, beauty, beauty,” I chide. “My naughty cowgirl. Have you no restraint?”
“Says the man who gave me a shirt broadcasting that I want to ride him.” She snorts, aiming for nonchalance but the flush racing up her neck betrays her.
“That’s straight facts. You were the one listening to an erotic scene on the way to my house. No wonder you were soaked.” The road curves as we approach Main Street.
“Oh, puh-lease. Spicy romance helps me—”
“Unwind,” I finish for her. “It’s a guilty pleasure.”
She blinks. “Your ability to remember the tiniest details is uncanny.”
“Mhmm, are you surprised? The subject matter is very… titillating.” My brows waggle. “What’s the title?”
Cassidy points to the display where it’s listed on pause. “Surrender by A.M. Wilson.”
“Do you want a copy in print? I could read to you.” My cock is ready to punch through denim at the thought.
“I wouldn’t survive that.” Her complexion resembles a tomato. “You’re already too much for me. I’m constantly on edge because of you, not a steamy scene. Accept the credit you deserve, trouble.”
After taking a sharp right, I rest my palm on her thigh. My thumb drifts along a freckle. “But it’s suggestive inspiration. What happens next?”
Cassidy gulps, eyes lowered to where I’m touching her bare skin. “I’m not sure.”
“Should we take it from here and create our own ending?”
Her plump bottom lip is tortured by her teeth. “What did you have in mind?”
“I could find an abandoned lot,” I hint.
“Oh,” she breathes. “You want to do it in the truck?”
“Very much so. Haven’t broken it in yet. Not with me,” I mutter as an afterthought.
Cassidy’s hand covers mine. “Jealous?”
“Of your past lovers? Always.”
The green in her gaze sparks with heat, slinking out from behind the flush. Her lids lower as she turns slightly toward me. This is the sultry side of her that I like to assume didn’t exist until me. That honor is mine along with reaping the rewards. Especially when she glides our joined hands upward, roaming beneath her athletic shorts to reach between her thighs.
“Find somewhere private to park.” Her throaty voice fondles my balls. “I’ll bang the worries from your mind. It’s just you and me and our future together.”
The wheel jerks in my grip when she presses my fingers against her panties. All traces of envy flee my brain. I’m thinking with my dick as if I wasn’t drained dry an hour ago. My hazy eyes scan for potential options. A strip of industrial developments might as well be beckoning to me. The lots are empty for the weekend. My shaky grasp steers us to a section behind the buildings that’s hidden from the street.
We lurch forward when I smash on the brakes too hard. Cassidy smacks a hand on the dash, a gasp tripping from her. A stampede thunders in my pulse. I whip off my seatbelt to escape the suffocating restraint. She stares at me, an expectant lift to her brow.
My chest is rising and falling as if I chased her through a pasture. “Fuck, you make me crazed.”
She licks her bottom lip in a languid caress I feel along my shaft. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Crawl to me, beauty.”
A soft whimper spills free from her before she scrambles to unbuckle herself and do what she’s told. I blindly search for the button to push my seat as far back as possible. My stare tracks Cassidy’s fluid movements as she kneels and rests her palms on the center console. The t-shirt hides her cleavage but I imagine her breasts almost spilling free. She crawls across the short distance between us, pausing when an inch separates our mouths. I inhale her hitched breaths like my survival depends on it. Our gazes collide and lock, green wading through blue. We’re suspended in this heated moment where the next one to move gains control.
Neither of does for several strained seconds.
Cassidy snatches the reins, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. The chasteness tips the scales in the opposite direction and I’m practically vibrating to deepen the exchange. That’s my only excuse for startling when her fingers begin undoing my jeans.
I straighten with a groan as my cock is released, immediately met by her tight grip. She sighs while giving me an introductory tug that shoots lightning up my spine. Her expression turns sultry and I brace myself to get tortured. The vixen doesn’t disappoint. My shaft throbs as she strokes all the way up to the flared head, swiping her thumb in the pre-cum forming at my tip. She uses the droplet to lube her downward sweep. I buck into her hand, which gets me nowhere. The pace she sets is maddening. Pressure builds but there’s no outlet. Her smile spreads in the face of my struggle. When the next glide resembles a feather taunting my desperation, the threads of tolerance snap.
“My turn,” I growl.
She squeaks as I make my move. In an impressive maneuver, I grasp her waist and spread her astride my lap. She hovers in the straddled position while I tug her shorts and thong to the side. I chose these bottoms well—the leg hole loose enough to accommodate a quick fuck. To demonstrate, my dick threads through the opening and slides along her slit.
My fingers flex for a steady hold while my composure slips. “Let’s fog up the windows.”
Her lashes flutter shut when I bump her clit. “Not sure that’s possible in the summer, trouble.”
“Challenge accepted.” I huff on the glass until it fogs and draw an infinity heart.
“Good grief,” she mewls. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just have mercy on me.”
“Ride this cock,” I rasp into her throat.
“Don’t you mean that?” Cassidy shoves her tits—and the message stamped there—forward.
“Yeah, beauty. Accept the whole package.” I guide her onto my length.
She grips my shoulders and lowers slowly. With each inch she takes, her mouth drops wider. The urge to thrust shakes me to my core but I fight the need. We exhale once she’s seated fully, stretched around my girth. That’s when I press us tighter together and grind her into my piercing. Her pussy clamps me in an unforgiving squeeze to return the favor.
Our mutual groans fill the cab with thick lust. I’m already intoxicated when she starts to roll her hips. Cassidy pushes up and plunges down, ripping a grunt from me. The slap of our union is muffled by clothes but there’s no disguising her slick arousal coating mine.
That warmth floods my veins but I need more. My palms drift under her shirt, the contact thrumming through me. She’s soft and pliant and taking me deep. I cinch my arms around her waist to hug us close. Lilacs and fulfilled desires strum my senses. Her breathy gasps increase in volume when I punch my hips into her downward strokes. My smirk kisses her grin while we get lost in the motions.
Cassidy rests her forehead on mine, our bodies joining in a steady tempo. “Are you happy?”
“Fuck, I’m delirious with joy.”
Her hum paints my lips. “Same.”
The pace rises and falls, taking our pleasure to the peak. It doesn’t take long before we’re both trembling. Cassidy cries out when my barbell nudges her clit. My composure falters as her spasms clench me in an unforgiving fist. Flames lash across my lower back, spreading until I’m ready to explode. She shatters first and triggers my release.
I flood her with warmth while she swims in relief. We tread through the depths of bliss, our labored efforts doing little to steam the glass. But that doesn’t impact the success of our smutty scene.
Cassidy snuggles against me. Her features are relaxed and sated. Pride expands in my chest while I reinforce our embrace, bringing us impossibly closer. An exaggerated sigh wheezes from her.
“That was…”
My fingers skip along the notches of her spine. “A climatic ending of our own making.”
“Definitely deserves going on a shirt. Oh, wait.” Her laughter jostles our angle and we groan.
“Still in the mood for me to show you off as mine?”
That seductive glint hasn’t left her stare. “Always.”