Chapter 33
ROWE
Tilly doesn’t answer with words. I never expected her to.
Her hands are rough with my shoulders when she pulls at them, urging me to move with her into the truck. I don’t second-guess it. I’m helpless to anything but following her silent order.
As soon as I’m hitching a foot onto the step bar, she’s laying herself onto the back seats, her face flushed and lips parted. The heavy rise of her chest controls the moment, and I haul myself in with her, closing the door harder than I should.
“Have you ever had sex in this truck before?” she asks slowly, her hat falling from her head and to the leather behind her.
“No.”
It’s the right answer. My little ball of fucking hellfire lifts one of her legs to the back of the seat and drops the other.
It’s a tight-as-hell fit with the both of us back here, considering I’m no small man, but she doesn’t seem to care.
Her ass lifts and then sways, wiggling like she just can’t help herself.
“Do you want to?”
I lower a hand to her boot and slowly ease it off. The second comes next, joining it on the floor.
“You offering?”
“Don’t be coy. You knew what was going to happen the moment you got into this truck with me. Yeah, I’m offering, Rowe. It’s about fucking time.”
My chuckle cuts through the tension surrounding us. Tilly grins crookedly and unbuttons her shorts. I work on my buckle and then copy her movements. She wiggles her shorts down her hips and to her knees before I take over, curling my fingers into the band and giving them a firm tug.
“Are you sure you want it here? I could have you anywhere, Tilly. Name it and I’ll make it happen.”
She rolls her head along the leather seat. “No. This . . . this is right. I want you here. Just like this.”
“Like teenagers too horny to make it home.”
“It’s fitting, isn’t it?”
“If you want to travel back in time, that’s where we’ll go,” I say, unhooking her shorts from her ankles and dropping them over her boots. “We could get caught doing this here.”
Her pupils grow. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief.
With my knee braced on the seat, I hook my arm beneath her back and lift, adjusting us both.
She comes easily, her spine rounding as I shift her to sit on my thighs.
The soft weight of her feels better than anything I’ve experienced in my lifetime.
It’s hard to trump the press of her lips on mine, though. Fucking impossible.
She brings her hands to my neck, stroking up the sides of it before sliding to the back. Short, round fingernails scrape across my scalp while she leans forward and drops her forehead, pressing it to mine.
“I don’t know what we’re doing here, Rowe. Whatever it is scares me, though,” she reveals, her voice softer than I’ve heard it in decades.
“You don’t get scared.”
“I do. I’ve been afraid of plenty in my life, but nothing comes close to the fear of losing you again.”
The rare vulnerability strikes deep, with perfect precision. I grit my teeth to keep a string of blubbering bullshit trapped and take her chin between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her refocus on me. She blinks, cheeks and chest flushed.
I pull her closer, our lips ghosting together. “I’m here.”
“For how long?”
“Until you tell me to go.”
Her exhale fans my mouth before I’m kissing her.
I taste the beer and popcorn she had earlier and cup the back of her head, keeping her trapped in place.
Her fingers twitch against my face as she pushes forward, craning my head back with a roughness that makes my cock ache.
My hat lifts at the front from the weird angle, and I don’t hesitate to take it off and set it on her head.
“I won the comp, hellcat. This hat is yours now.”
“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, right?” she purrs, the cliché never sounding better.
I feel her teeth sink into my lip and groan at the pain, swatting at her bare ass. The scrap of fabric between her cheeks isn’t in my way for long. I tug it free and pull until it snaps, the gusset falling away from her pussy.
Tilly releases my lip and opens her eyes, staring into mine while I bring my hand between her legs. Slick, hot skin meets my fingertip as I glide it through her pussy and sink it inside. She sucks in a breath and sinks down over my lap, making more room for me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I grunt lowly, already adding a second finger.
“You don’t need one. I’ve got an IUD.”
There’s a white-hot streak of possessiveness that slices through me at her admission.
Something I shouldn’t feel, considering how fast this has all been.
But fuck, I don’t want her protected from me.
I’m a selfish bastard with thoughts of a future that I’ve never wanted one day in my fucking life until now.
With Tilly.
Fingers tighten on my face, then my neck. I pull out of my head and jam my fingers inside of her harder, distracting her from my slip of thought.
“I want you to come first. You’re not getting an inch of cock until I’ve felt you suck my fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, hellcat.”
“Won’t be hard for you,” she moans, jerking against my fingers.
The movement has her clit rubbing against my hand, sending her further into the depths of pleasure that I ache to keep her in for hours. I press my palm against that sensitive spot and let her grind against it with every push of my fingers.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, hearing the way my voice shakes with need.
She blinks slowly, her nails pricking into my neck as she moves. “You don’t need any more confidence.”
“You’re going to tell me anyway, unless you want me to stop.”
Her pussy clamps around me in response. The way her eyes tighten at the corners is more adorable than it is intimidating. I pull my fingers out to the first knuckle and wait for her to realize I’m not sliding them back inside.
The blaze in her eyes grows hotter. “It feels good, you fuckhead. I’m dripping down your wrist.”
“Enjoy the way that feels while I let you. The moment I get my cock wedged in here, I’m keeping my cum inside long enough it doesn’t have a chance to drip out. It’ll stay buried in your womb.”
“Jesus—Rowe,” she half scolds, half whines. “You’re insane.”
“Insane? No. That’s not what I’d call it.”
Her words come out in a cry when I jam my fingers back inside and curl them deep. I find that same spot I’ve become familiar with and press against it over and over until she’s gasping in breaths that don’t make it inside her lungs before getting shoved back out.
I watch it happen bit by bit. My wrist moves at a lightning pace, and her hold on me weakens. Her vision blurs, eyes drifting off to the window behind me. I bring my mouth to her jaw and suck beneath it, teeth scraping.
She pulses around my fingers, and I grind my palm against her clit one final time before she goes off. Teeth dig into my shoulder as she shakes, whimpering into the fabric of my shirt. I glare at the side of her head and twirl her hair around my fist. With a tug, I have her attention back on me.
The air in the truck is hot and sticky, making the both of us sweat as I swallow past the initial set of words I’m thinking.
“Don’t hide your sounds from me. I want this truck to replay your cries to me the next time I’m alone, Tilly. I’ve gone a long time without them.”
Her eyes flare wide, lust blowing her pupils so big and round it’s hard to tell where the green begins and ends anymore. She trembles from the high but still works her hands between us and tries to push my jeans down and out of the way.
“Greedy,” she whispers.
I run my tongue over my teeth and lift my hips for her. “Obsessed.”
The heat of her hand wraps around my cock. My thighs tighten beneath her body, knees shifting further apart as I fill both hands with her ass and grunt her name into the space between us. She drops her head to my shoulder and stares down at my shaft. I hear her spit.
The hot liquid hits the tip and glides down slowly.
“Sit on it, hellcat. Now,” I snap, bringing in a breath through my nose.
She moves forward, and the slick feel of her pussy teases me. Her head tips back, and I take her by the nape, holding her in place. There’s a small quirk of her lips. It’s enough to sever the last of my self-control.
I thrust my hips and bury half of my cock inside her. She loses the smile as she gasps, bearing down the way I knew she would.
“Fuck!” she cries out, shoving the heel of her palm into my chest.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck. That’s what I’m gonna do, and you’re going to take it like the teasing slut you are, right? Tell me the truth.”
There’s no mistaking the moan that escapes her for anything other than approval.
Her eyes go glassy before she nods and sinks further onto me.
Inch by inch, I spread her apart, stretching her to the max.
Pleasure swarms my senses, painting the world in a haze of sloppy heat and a decade-old pit of buried feelings.
“You’re lucky I like being called a slut,” she breathes out, shifting her hips forward, changing the angle when she bottoms out.
“You may have been gone, Tilly, but I know you down to the little strings that make up your soul. We both know you’ve always liked it rough. We’re too similar.”
She laughs breathlessly but winds up finishing with a moan. I palm her back and keep a steady hold on her nape, letting her hair keep my fingers tangled in place.
Her pussy flutters around my me as she starts to move back and forth, taking it deep, then shallow. “Rough to you isn’t the same as it is to others.”
“What’s it to you?”
“This.” Her hand closes around the one I’ve got on her neck. She closes her fingers around mine and pulls, forcing me to pull on her hair.
I choke on a low groan when she releases her hair and drags my hand around to her throat. My fingers flex on instinct, forming a collar around the soft, delicate skin. Her pelvis rubs against mine, the walls of her pussy squeezing.
“Or that,” she whispers.
“You want me to choke you?”
“Yes.”
I see stars, bucking up without thinking. She whines against my mouth, hovering so fucking close but not kissing me. I press harder against her throat and tighten my fingers, letting them dig a bit deeper into the flushed flesh. She swallows, and I feel every movement.
“Work my cock, hellcat. Don’t stop. We both need it. Just don’t fucking stop,” I rasp, but I’m already doing it for her.
She just has to keep taking it the way she already is.
Every lift of my hips is a brutal slam, and the noises they pull from her encourage me to keep it up.
Her hands move without any rhyme or reason, slipping and grabbing every inch of me she can find as her lips meet mine, pressing hard, then soft.
I swallow every noise that escapes her, growing too addicted to the way they taste.
My groin is tight, my cock growing harder with every second that passes.
Tilly’s eyes are shut now, her head hanging to the side like it’s too heavy to keep upright.
I hold her by the back of the neck and stare at the red marks I’ve left on her throat.
“I’m . . .” She trails off, body locking up tight. “I’m—oh my God!”
“Come, Tilly. Come for me.”
I tear my teeth into my lip when she drops down completely and does just that. Her hips snap forward hard as she moans, her voice slipping higher and higher. I work myself as deep as I can get and let myself go, flooding her with cum.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt and yank her against me, chest to chest as I work through my orgasm. “Take it.” Thrust. “Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Drop.”
Her whines cover my skin in a warm balm as she holds me by the arms and falls from her high. The soft, needy sounds are nearly the most intimate part of what we’ve done. Nobody hears her like this. Not a soul but me.
I run my hand up her back, stroking it as we catch our breath. Holding her feels like the right thing to do. She’s safe right here in my arms, where I can control who gets close and who doesn’t. It’s just us.
“I’m going to take a shot in the dark and guess that you have a breeding kink,” she whispers teasingly, rubbing her cheek against my throat.
The laugh that fills my chest is unfamiliar and rare, yet I’ve heard it more and more these last few weeks.
“I’ve never given it much thought.”
“So, if I just got up right now—”
I tighten my arms around her body, keeping her seated in place. “Not yet.”
“Hmmm.”
“It’s got nothing to do with that,” I grunt, but it’s a lie.
“That’s right. I forgot you’re a cuddler now. My bad.”
“I’m not above spanking your ass red and raw, Tilly. Freshly fucked or not.”
She tightens her grip on my biceps and settles fully into my chest. I swallow to free the rock in my throat.
“Save it for later.”
“Later,” I repeat gruffly.
It sounds like a promise.
We’ve never been good with those.