Chapter 2 #2
I shift to drive and pull out as I answer with a question of my own. “What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you have a lifted truck that is about five years old, doesn’t have the key fob, nor the fancy interior. I figured you’d have an input on squatted trucks.”
There’s no stopping the laugh that bubbles out of me at her perception. “Guys who drive those have to take it up the ass,” I tell her.
Delaney giggles and shakes her head. “I never could understand the appeal of it.”
“Agreed. Trucks are not designed to be road princesses. They’re meant for work, hauling, and things like that. Squatting takes away from what it can do. Hence, the reason the guys who do this to their vehicles have to take it up the ass.”
“If they’re going to ride high up top and tailgates to the road, might as well be.
I’ve seen an Escalade squatted with wide rims and tires stretched thin.
I swear they’d end up denting the wheel with one good pothole.
They had it so squatted I don’t think they could fully see over the hood to the road, considering the angle was more to the sky. ”
I shake my head at the image she describes. I never understood the appeal either. It has to go against safety regulations. I know some states have banned and even passed laws to make it illegal, though it doesn’t stop idiots from doing this to a vehicle.
Conversation keeps flowing between the two of us as I drive out to one of the access roads that turns off to a field.
I park just out of the treeline and turn the engine off.
I barely get out of the truck before Delaney is hopping out, her eyes to the sky.
I open the back passenger door behind mine and pull out a blanket I keep back there.
I carry it to where she’s standing and unfold it.
“Here, lay on the blanket, it’ll be better for your neck.”
Delaney does as I tell her, stretching out onto the blanket, and it’s then I notice she’s taken her boots off.
I join her, lying down next to her, eyes to the darkening sky.
“It’s beautiful out here. I’ve missed being able to stare up at the sky and not having lights from the city dimming the night sky.”
“Where were you before you moved back?”
“I went to school and worked the first year as a teacher in North Carolina. I had a full-ride scholarship to East Carolina.”
Impressive.
“So, you always wanted to be a teacher?”
“No, I used to want to be the best female bull rider on the circuit.” She surprises the hell out of me with her answer.
“You wanted to be a bull rider?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I am from Saddle Ridge and grew up with two brothers.” She sucks in a shuddered breath and changes the subject. “You didn’t go home with your wife and son.”
“My sister and son,” I correct her. “If I had a wife, I wouldn’t have brought you out here.”
“Sorry,” she whispers.
I roll to my side and take her in. She’s beautiful lying next to me.
Leaning into her as she twists to face me, my mouth finds hers, and I’m lost in the taste of her.
Her lips are soft, sweeter than I imagined.
I pull her closer, my hand sliding to the small of her back as she arches into me.
The stars above us fade from my consciousness as she deepens the kiss, and her fingers curl around the base of my neck.
I break away first, needing air. “Damn, Delaney,” I murmur against her lips.
Delaney’s breath comes in quick gasps, her eyes wide with surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that when you asked if I wanted to go somewhere.”
“What were you expecting?” I ask, my thumb tracing her bottom lip.
“I don’t know. Maybe just talking?” Even in the darkness, I can see the way her cheeks seem to blush.
“I’m not much of a talker,” I admit, lowering my head to kiss along her jawline. Honestly, this is the most I’ve spoken to a woman that wasn’t Amelia, Judy, Della, or my sister.
“You could have fooled me.” She smiles.
“I’ve been surprising myself all night,” I whisper, my hand sliding down her side, even farther to the hem of her dress, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. The night air has cooled, but there’s heat building between us that has nothing to do with the summer evening.
“What are we doing out here, Tyler?” she asks, her voice breathy as my fingers trace the edge of her dress.
The question hangs between us, and I pause.
What am I doing? I’ve got a son at home, responsibilities, and this is Mammon’s sister.
But then her eyes catch the starlight, and I find myself not caring about any of that.
All I want is to take a moment in time for myself and enjoy this beautiful woman’s body.
“I’m enjoying the company of a beautiful woman,” I answer honestly. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chorus of crickets surrounding us. “That’s definitely okay.”
I lean in again, this time taking my time to explore her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers as my hand continues its journey up her thigh, lifting the dress as I go. She gasps into my mouth when my fingers find the edge of her panties.
“Tyler,” she breathes, her hips shifting beneath my touch.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” I murmur against her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she admits, her fingers threading through my hair.
I slide my hand beneath the fabric, finding her warm and wet. Her back arches as I stroke her, her breath coming in short gasps that match the rhythm of my fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, watching her face in the starlight. The way her eyes flutter closed, her lips part—I can’t tear my eyes away. “Let’s get rid of your dress.”
She nods, sitting up and pulling the dress over her head in one fluid motion. The moonlight catches on her pale skin, making her look like some kind of goddess as she lies back down. I take a moment to look at her, drinking in the sight of her curves bathed in starlight.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, but she doesn’t try to cover herself.
“I’m appreciating,” I correct her, running my hand down her side. “You’re gorgeous, Delaney.”
I shed my shirt, tossing it aside before lowering myself beside her. The contrast of our skin . . . my sun-darkened arms against her milky complexion . . . makes me pause for just a second. Then, her fingers are on my belt buckle, and I lose all thought.
“Let me,” she says, her voice husky as she unfastens my jeans. I help her push them down my hips, kicking them off along with my boots.
When I’m fully naked, she reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my length. I hiss at the contact, my eyes closing briefly as pleasure shoots through me.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock,” I growl, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My cock jerks at the mere thought of her delectable lips sucking me off.
Delaney doesn’t hesitate in getting to it.
She slides down my body, her blonde hair trailing across my stomach as she positions herself between my legs.
When her lips wrap around me, I can’t help but groan at the sensation.
Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue working magic as she takes me deeper, swallowing around me.
I don’t think I’ve had anyone suck me off with such enthusiasm as she is.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my fingers threading through her hair. I watch her in the starlight, the sight of her taking me, making my cock throb in her mouth. “Just like that.”
She moans around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. I let her take control for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation before I gently pull her back up. I’m not ready to come just yet.
I reach for my jeans, pull my wallet out, and snag the condom from inside.