Chapter 25 Big Bad Wolf
Big Bad Wolf
Wes
Her blue eyes light up and her skin flushes. My Stetson is still on her head, and I like the way it looks on her. Like it belongs there. Like she’s mine.
It's getting late and the pumpkin patch that hosts Fall Fest each year has started to empty out. Parents have taken their young children home to put them to bed. The band still plays on the stage nearby, and a few teens wander around, their voices raised in rowdiness. It makes me smile in memory of all the Fall Fests I’ve been to in years past.
“I’ll give you a head start.” I nod toward the corn maze. “Ten. Nine.”
She arches a light brow at me. She showed me all her cards when she put my hat on her head. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she wants me now, but I won’t be taking it easy on her. She wouldn’t want me to, anyway.
“Eight.” I cock my head to the side in question. “Seven.”
Will she run? I hope she does. My body is fizzling with energy, waiting to be released. I could use the exertion of a good chase to expend some of the lust-filled electricity pounding through my veins.
“Six. Five.”
She finally makes her decision, squealing as she takes off into the corn maze. Peals of her laughter echo in the dark, making my mouth curve into a smile.
“Four. Three.” I make my way toward the corn maze.
“Two. One.” I shout into the night. “Ready or not, here I come.”
I stalk into the corn maze, using nothing but the light of the moon and the sound of her breathless laughter to guide me.
I jog my way through the maze, pausing to listen for the whisper of her clothes against the cornstalks and the crunch of the dried-up stalks under her boots. I hit a dead end and spin around, taking a different turn. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Red,” I growl.
There’s a gasp off to my left, and I dart through the corn to the nearest path that takes me in the right direction, my breath coming in heavy pants. Waves of tension fill the air, and my body screams with need. My pulse thunders, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I continue my search.
There’s a flash of movement at the next corner, and I hear a mumbled curse. I barrel around the turn, and there she is, stuck at another dead end.
I greet her with a wolfish grin. “Gotcha!” I say, gripping her arm and pulling her into me. She lets out a loud cackle of a laugh, and I’m sure that it’s my new favorite sound.
She’s out of breath from running and her chest rises and falls with short, gasping breaths. “Maybe I let you catch me.”
I shoot her an impassive stare. “Or maybe you got lost when you were being chased by the Big Bad Wolf and took a wrong turn, Red.”
My hand drifts to her waist and her body arches into mine, her breath hitching in her throat. She smells like the cider she spilled earlier, and all I want to do is get lost in her under the star-filled sky.
My cock is already straining against the denim of my jeans from chasing her through the corn maze, and we’re both out of breath from the pursuit.
Her fingers grip my shirt like it’s a lifeline she doesn’t want to let go of, her eyes blazing with the same desire I’ve been fighting off since the day she yelled at me in Pops’ kitchen.
And finally, I lean down and capture her lips in a rough kiss that borders on desperate.
She moans into my mouth, and I’m so turned on by that sound that my balls ache.
My body is consumed by her. I’m on fire, heat crawling up my spine as my hand grips her ass.
She threads her fingers into my hair, and I can imagine her doing the same thing with my head between her thighs while I’m devouring her.
I groan as her tongue slides across mine.
She fumbles with the fabric of my shirt, untucking it hastily in a rush to have her hands on my bare skin. I utter a mumbled “fuck” as the chill of her fingertips meets my overheated flesh.
The kiss is a mess of lips and teeth and tongue, our hands groping and grasping with the desire to be closer than all the clothes we’re wearing will allow. It’s the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had, and I’m convinced this moment will be branded into my memory forever.
There’s a shriek of laughter from somewhere nearby and we break apart abruptly. Sawyer’s eyes hold mine, wide and wild. Her breasts heaving as she catches her breath. “Not too shabby for a city boy.”
My lips tip into a smile as my thumb caresses the soft line of her jaw. “I might live in the city, but I can still fuck like a cowboy. Let’s get out of here, Red.” Her eyes flare and she gives me a quick bob of her head. I take her hand, pulling her through the corn maze like it’s on fire.
I turn right, making a beeline for the parking lot. “The exit is the other way.” Her voice comes out in a rushed whisper.
“Shortcut,” I mutter, taking long urgent strides so she’s nearly running to keep up with me. “My truck is right over here.”
When we reach the barbed wire fence that separates my truck from the pumpkin patch, she snorts. “You know my willingness to fuck you won’t expire at midnight, right? We could have gone around to the main entrance.”
“I might expire by midnight if we don’t hurry up.” I take her hand and press it to the bulge that proves exactly how acute my need for her is.
She inhales a sharp breath, exhaling out a mumbled, “Oh, God.”
“The quicker we get home, the better. I want you so damn bad right now. I don’t think I can wait another two minutes, let alone an extra fifteen, walking back to the entrance through a crowd.
Now get your fine ass over the fence.” I snatch my hat off her head and reposition it on my own before pushing down on the barbed wire with my boot and offering her my hand for balance.
She climbs over without any hesitation, and I follow in one swift move.
Once we’re both over the fence, I open the passenger door of the old Chevy for her.
Her body brushes up against mine, and my synapses are going positively haywire as I smell the combination of her sage and lavender scent mixed with hay and apple cider.
I’m considering the finer points of pulling off her jeans and sinking into her right here when the headlights of the car next to us flash as someone unlocks it.
I grumble to myself as I slam her door and hop in the driver’s side a breath later. The truck starts up with a loud rumble, and I back out, put it in drive, and spit gravel on my way out of the lot.
Sawyer’s gone quiet, gnawing on her already short nails as we drive through the countryside with only the headlights as a guiding light. I’m not sure what’s going through her head, but I can’t stand the thought of her overthinking what’s happening between us.
Whatever this is, it’s good, and I don’t want to stop. I have about a month left at Dawson Ranch before my dad expects me back in the city. It’s a deadline hanging over our head that I don’t want to think about. Not right now. Not tonight.
“Take off your jeans,” I demand. I catch her look of surprise out of the corner of my eye.
My skin feels like it’s stretched too tight.
I can hardly breathe from the desire that’s flooding through me to see all of her, to touch her and kiss her and push her over that ledge of pleasure.
I’m reckless with need, but she hasn’t moved.
“Now, Sawyer,” I growl.
It snaps her from her shock enough that she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her thighs before pausing. “What if someone passes us and looks in?”
I glance at my speedometer and around the empty road before I turn my heavy gaze back to her. “Not likely. Take it all off. Show me what I’ve been dyin’ to see, Red.”
She kicks off her boots and then slips her underwear off with her jeans. She turns so that her back is leaning against the door, one leg curled up on the bench seat and the other on the floor so that she’s spread wide for me. I turn on the overhead light so I can get a full view.
“Fuck, Sawyer,” I groan at the sight of her, pink and glistening. I reluctantly tear my gaze away, so I stay on the road. “Damn. That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Shit, Wes,” she sighs. Her breaths are heavy, and her eyes are radiant. Incandescent and glowing from want and the bone-deep need that has us both on the edge, strung tighter than a bow.
“Touch yourself, Red.”
She drags a finger through her slit and her moan echoes through the cab of the truck.
I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood when she dips a finger inside herself without any prelude.
Keeping my hands to myself is impossible, so I reach across the bench seat and grip her thigh.
“Fucking beautiful, Sawyer.” I watch her pump her fingers in and out, the muted light in the truck illuminating her demonstration.
“I could come just from watching you like this.”
She whimpers and slides her other hand up her shirt to toy with her nipple.
“Come closer. I need to touch you.” My voice is low and raspy with need.
She scoots down the bench seat, her left leg bent and pressed against the back of the seat while her right foot rests on the floor. I’ve got the perfect view of her. I double check my speed, unwilling to ruin this by getting pulled over.
She grabs my hand, showing me where she wants me. She knows what she needs, and she's confident enough to take it unapologetically. I fill her up with two fingers that glide in easily as wet as she is, and she gasps a shuddering breath.
“Is this all for me?” I ask, pulling out of her to paint her clit with her arousal.
“Yes,” she answers on whispered breath.
She rocks into my hand, searching for more.
I thrust my fingers inside her again and the deep, heady groan she lets loose goes straight to my cock.
I fuck her with my fingers and circle her clit with my thumb.
My name is a chant on her lips, and I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside her.
My attention is divided between making her come and staying on the damn road, but I don’t miss the flush that starts at her chest and flows up her neck and into her cheeks.
God damn.
I love how wild and untamed she looks in this moment. Right on the brink of coming on my fingers, panting and quaking under my touch.
I white-knuckle the steering wheel with one hand as I fuck her with the other. I’m about to turn into her driveway when she spasms around my fingers, with my name pouring off her tongue like a fucking prayer of thanksgiving.
I throw the truck into park and slide the key out of the ignition. I’m out my door and over to her side before she’s even had a chance to sit up. She’s still recovering from the orgasm, but I’m a needy and impatient bastard.
“Out, Red. I want you bent over this tailgate with my cock buried so deep you won’t be able to ride tomorrow without wincing.”
“Those better not be empty promises.” She licks her lips and gives me a sexy smirk.
I tip my head toward the back of the truck, and she slowly exits the cab. I’ll go insane if I have to wait a single moment longer than necessary, so without hesitation, I wrap my arms under her ass and carry her to the back of the pickup.
She lets out a surprised giggle. “Somebody’s impatient.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I grit out as I pull the tailgate down. She watches me in amusement as I fumble with my belt. In too much of a hurry, my fingers have lost all dexterity. She takes pity on me and swats my hands away so that she can undo the buckle for me.
“Condom?” she asks with a quirk of her brow. She unzips me and my cock twitches as her fingers brush over me.
Damn it all to hell.
I spin her around without answering and put a hand to the back of her neck and press down, pleased when she bends over exactly how I wanted her. I reach around her and palm her pussy.
“Wes?” She shivers when my other hand trails down her spine to the crease of her ass.
I hate myself for not being prepared for her.
As much as I love flirting with her, I never imagined I would make it this far.
Sawyer took me by surprise, and there’s no going back now.
Wouldn’t want to if I could because watching her come in the cab of my pickup truck was the most fun I’ve had in ages.
“Don’t worry, Red. I promise I won’t fuck you without a condom. Not tonight, anyway. But I can’t wait another second to come.”
I’m a puddle of desire and longing when it comes to her. Eager and desperate.
“Oh, God.” She hisses a breath when I insert two fingers and stroke her slowly several times before pulling them out of her and cleaning them off with my tongue.
"Damn, you taste good."
I thrust my fingers into her again, gratified by how her arousal covers them. I slide them out and combine her wetness with the precum that's accumulating on my tip. Repeating the process before wrapping my hand around my dick.
"Do me a favor and take care of that pussy for me."
She whimpers, and I watch in fascination as her fingers move confidently to replace mine. I grip myself tighter and thrust into my fist. My tip is right up against her ass, and she pushes back, grinding against me. I groan, already on the verge of coming.
I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping her bent over while I jerk myself off. “You look good bent over the bed of my pickup like this. I can imagine how pretty you’d look taking my dick, spread wide around my thick cock, dripping for me.”
Her fingers circle her clit fast and she rocks into me, just as needy as I feel. She wants to turn around. To touch me. But I don’t allow her up, adding some more pressure to the back of her neck while my hand fists my cock.
"Do you see what you do to me?" I ask, pumping myself furiously at the sight of her bent over, getting herself off right in front of me as the light of the moon casts a silvery glow over her pale skin. "You turn me into a fucking animal—so desperate to come, I can't even wait to get you inside."
"Fuck, Wes," she moans.
At the gratifying sound of my name on her lips, I tense and my cum spills over her lower back and on the crease of her ass. She follows on the tail end of my orgasm, my name on her lips as she trembles against me, her breaths shuddering out of her in quick rasps.
I want to experience every inch of her. Every touch. Every taste. But somehow I didn't even make it into the house.
“Jesus, Sawyer. You drive me absolutely crazy.”
She laughs and as I come down from the high of my orgasm, the night filters in around me. The autumn wind bites at my bare skin and Sawyer shivers against me.
“Let’s get you inside, Red. You’re gonna get cold out here with nothing but your shirt on.”