32. Emma
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
emma
“Is there anyone who might walk up on us?” I asked.
“On a Sunday? No.”
Hunter was a man on a mission. He yanked his truck’s door open, barely allowing a breath between our lips before laying me on the back seat.
The way I needed him right now pumped through me. I arched against him, dragging my nails down his chest with a moan.
“Fuck,” he whined.
I knew he liked that. I liked it too. I liked when he took control, but still let me do possessive things like leave marks. It satisfied me in so many ways.
“Damn this truck,” he huffed.“It’s not big enough for all the things I want to do to you right now.”
I burst out laughing as the two of us struggled to get him on top of me. As tall as he was, it was a fight to get his long legs in the door, even with the truck being as large as it was. He reached back and slammed it shut.
“We fit,” he announced triumphantly.
“Barely,” I laughed.
He looked down at me and I swallowed hard, my smile melting into raw lust. I felt like the two of us had gone to hell and back for this new beginning, but it was worth it.
I wanted him. I needed him . I loved him.
“I missed you,” I whispered. “I really fucking did.”
“I did too. You have no idea.” His throat bobbed. “I feel like there’s so much more to say, but?—”
“I want you right now,” I interrupted. “We have all the time we need to figure everything else out. But I’ve been dreaming about touching you for days. I’ve felt like…”
“I’ve been going crazy without you,” he whispered. “I couldn’t breathe without you in my life, Emma. I need you.”
“I need you too.”
He brushed my cheek with his fingers, a gentle touch that burned hot.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please fuck me.” I sat up and grabbed his belt buckle, quickly unclasping it. He grabbed hold of my wrist and shook his head.
“Dress off,” he growled, taking over on undoing his pants.
We were full of the same fire. I grabbed the edge of my dress and hiked it up, kicking off my panties as he yanked down his jeans. I didn’t care that he had dirt on his clothes or smelled like sunshine and sweat, I needed him to fuck me.
I threw one knee over his lap right as he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, veins bulging along the shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
“Please don’t tell me you’re in an I’m gonna take my time mood,” I whined. “Because I don’t think I can be patient.”
I slid my hand down to my pussy, feeling how wet I was. He grabbed my hand and brought my two fingers to his lips, sucking them.
My mouth dropped. “ Hunter .”
He let out a long moan. “You taste so fucking good. And fuck no. No, I’m not in a take my time mood. I need you on my cock now .”
He grabbed hold of my hips and pressed the head of his cock against me, thrusting up.
I gripped his shoulders as I sank down. I’d never get over the feeling of him filling me, his cock spreading me. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me as we began to move, our lips colliding with fevered desperation.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
It was clumsy. We were desperate for each other, for the reconnection. It felt like the first time all over again, soaking each other up.
His lips grazed up my neck, my nipples hardening as I shivered. I loved having my neck kissed. I groaned as he thrust hard and fast, the truck rocking with our movements. His beard was rough against my skin, his grip on me unyielding as he took what he needed. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and he grunted, his fingers skating up my back until they buried in my hair, pulling hard as I kept rocking my hips.
I bit his lip harder until he sucked in a breath, thrusting up hard enough to make me yelp. “ Hunter ,” I rasped.
“You feel so good. I missed you. I missed you so goddamn much.”
“I missed you too.” His touch, his kisses, the way he demanded pleasure. I’d missed his laugh and his steadiness, keeping me afloat in the midst of a storm.
My head fell back as I rode him harder. He pulled down the straps of my dress, his lips moved down my chest as he pulled my breasts free. I whimpered as he sucked one of my nipples. My pussy throbbed with every pump.
“I’m so close,” he rasped. “You feel so good, sparks.”
Sparks. It was the only nickname I’d ever loved, the only one I’d heard that felt right.
Hunter was the only one who had ever made me feel like this.
I rocked once more right as my orgasm rolled through me, my pussy clenching around his cock with a long moan. Hunter gasped, holding me in place as he came, filling me.
He panted, relaxing beneath me. He pressed his head to my chest, his ear over my heart.
“That was…” he trailed off. “That was too quick.”
A slow giggle left me. “Well, good news. My evening is clear.”
“Ah, I see. You knew I was in love with you all along then?”
I grinned as he leaned back against the seat, looking up at me with those dimples.
“I thought you hated me,” I said.
He shook his head. “Never. I could never hate you. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to get my head out of my ass.”
I opened my mouth to tell him the same thing, but then I heard the sound of tires rolling over gravel. I immediately moved off of him with a squeak, his words flooding in a string of curses as he yanked his pants back up.
“For fuck’s sake,” he hissed. “This fucking family. I’m going to murder my family.”
I fixed my dress quickly, my cheeks flaming as Hunter quickly got out of the truck and shut the door. My eyes widened as I peeked over the seat, watching as his mom got out of her car.
“Oh my god,” I whispered to myself.
There was no fucking way I was ready to see Lynn after what Hunter and I had just done. I sank back down into the seat, praying to whatever universal force was out there that I wasn’t going to have to pretend like Hunter and I hadn’t just finished a quickie in the back of his truck.
Please do not come over here. I’m not here. I’m not ? —
The door opened, and I squealed as Hunter poked his head in. “We’re being summoned for dinner tomorrow night and there is no way out of it, but she’s gone.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “That scared the hell out of me.”
“You and me both.”
We stared at each other as the corner of his mouth slowly twisted up.
I grinned and covered my smile. I was humiliated. “Oh god. Could she tell?”
“Mama Harlow wasn’t born yesterday, unfortunately.” He shook his head as he braced his arms on the top of the doorframe. “What are you doing tonight?”
“You? Since we’re official and everything now.”
He raised a brow. “I think we should celebrate. I’d like to take you on an actual date.”
“Tonight?” I asked, my voice pitching. “Hunter, I’m covered in mud and full of your—well, you know.”
“I do know. Think you can be ready in an hour?”
“Fuck no I can’t be ready in an hour,” I laughed. “Two hours? It’ll be late.”
“I know a place,” he said. “A nice place. It’s in West Austin, and I’m friends with the owner.”
“Of course you are,” I sighed.
“I’ll see you in two hours, then. Want me to take you home?”
“No, I drove here,” I said. I was already moving off the seat. He stepped back as I got out of the truck, my thighs clenching together.
“You’re in a hurry,” he teased.
“Two hours to get ready for a date?” I hissed. “See you later. Don’t be early.”
He chuckled as I waddled across the gravel to my car. I could still hear him laughing, even as I got in and drove off.