35 | Gettin’ wet 🔥🔥🔥
CLEMENTINE
I watch him saunter toward me through the rain, shaking his head like he can’t quite believe me. His hand comes up to shield his eyes, his hat still sitting safe and dry on the dashboard.
“What are you doin’, crazy girl?” he calls out, voice half-laugh, half-growl.
I grab his hand, tugging him closer until he’s right in front of me, rain dripping down his jaw. “You ever fucked someone in the rain?”
His eyes flash, something dangerous sparking there, and he lets out a low whistle through his teeth. “Can’t say I have.”
I back up until my hips hit the bumper, fingers sliding behind me to brace on the hood. The metal’s slick and cool against my palms. “Mind if I scratch your truck a little?”
He chuckles, low and rough, before his hands find my ass. With one easy lift, he hoists me up onto the hood, water running down his arms.
“Darlin’,” he drawls, stepping between my knees, “you could take a bat to this thing and I’d still thank you—so long as I get what’s comin’ to me after.”
I grin, pleased. “Good answer.”
His mouth crashes into mine—hot, rain-slick and hungry.
The kiss steals my breath and gives it right back, tangled in his.
My hands fly up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through soaked hair as he trails slow kisses down the side of my throat.
His breath is hot against my skin, contrasting with the rain that runs in cool streams down the curve of my shoulder.
His fingers find the hem of my dress, tugging the drenched fabric higher until it clings around my waist. The sound of rain against metal drowns out everything else—our breaths, my little gasps, the soft creak of the truck beneath me. I fumble to unbuckle his belt, reaching for his button next.
“We’re gonna need to be quick,” he murmurs, voice rough against my skin. “This is a public road.”
My hand slides into his pants, and he flinches when I wrap my fingers around his shaft. “Christ, that’s cold.”
“Aww,” I coo, grinning up at him. “Need somewhere warm to put it?”
He smirks, eyes dark with lust. “Yes ma’am.”
He grips my hips, pulling me flush against him. Rain runs down his forearms, dripping from his sleeves. Cold, wet fingers find my panties and shove them to the side.
Thunder cracks overhead, rolling through the open sky as the downpour thickens, hard enough to sting our skin. He shoves down his jeans and boxers, bending toward me slightly to shield his hard length from the downpour.
“I didn’t warm you up,” he murmurs, voice low. “But my hands are cold.”
“I’m ready to go,” I whisper, tugging him closer, heart pounding loud enough to rival the thunder. “I get wet just looking at you.”
“Goddamn, Clementine,” he groans, nudging my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Go on, cowboy,” I coax. “Hard and fast. Show me what I do to you.”
“Jesus.” He pushes into me, the stretch sharp and instant.
A gasp tears out of me and my fingers fist in his shirt. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he rolls his hips.
Rain slides down his face when he finally looks at me—eyes wide open, searching mine through the storm. “Fuck, baby—does that hurt?”
I shake my head. “You feel so good inside me, Colton. Do I feel good to you?”
He curses under his breath as his teeth graze my ear. “You’re the reason I believe in heaven, Tiny.”
He pulls back slightly, then slams back in. “Because I find it here inside you.”
I cry out, my knees drawing up on their own accord.
I wrap my legs around his waist, leaning back until I’m flat on my back on the hood, the thick drops still battering my face.
Colton undoes the top buttons of my dress, his rhythm never faltering as he pushes my bra out of the way, exposing my breasts to the cold rain.
I shiver as he cups his hands around them, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.
A moan tears out of me, my back arching off the hood when he bends down to drag his hot tongue over the soft flesh, circling its hardened peak.
“God, Colton, I’m so close—” My words are washed away by the rain slamming against the truck.
“Let go for me, baby.” He straightens, hand wrapping around my hip as he thrusts deeper, harder—
His free hand finds my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyes when he presses down on it with his thumb. The orgasm rips through me so hard that the entire world ceases to exist around me.
Everything falls away—sound, movement, thought—until it’s only him and me and the wild thrill of it all.
I don’t feel the cold anymore, or the way my ass slides against the slick metal of the hood.
I barely even register the car that speeds past, horn blaring and voices hollering as I come undone on Colton’s cock—tits out in the pouring rain.
Colton finishes two thrusts later, filling me up with one shuddered breath against my chest.
The world slowly blurs back into focus, the rush of rain and blood settling into something almost human again. I push myself up onto my elbows, skin still buzzing. Colton straightens too, scrambling to shield me from view.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sure they didn’t see anythin’—”
I huff a laugh, slicking my soaked hair back from my face. “Honey, they saw everything. Let’s just hope they didn’t recognize us, or we’ll be the talk of the town ’til kingdom come.”
We climb into the truck, dripping—rainwater, sweat, and something else—and Colton drives us, one calloused hand steady on the wheel, the other firm and cool against my thigh.
The truck smells like summer rain and skin and the faint tang of metal, and for a moment, I just watch him drive—his shirt plastered to his chest, his lashes clumped and dripping, his grin all sin and Southern charm.
He looks at me, reaches into the backseat, and pulls the blanket free—soft, worn, and smelling faintly of leather, hay and soap. He drapes it over me, then cranks the heat up to five.
“Five,” I murmur approvingly, tugging the blanket up to my chin, breathing in the scent that clings to the fabric—his scent. “The perfect heater setting. It’s—”
“Warm enough to get toasty, but not hot enough to burn your ass,” he finishes easily, grinning like he’s been waiting years to say it.
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Now, I know I didn’t say that to you while we were together—it was summer then.”
He chuckles, eyes on the road. “You said it when I picked you and Tessa up after that forest walk. Snow had just started fallin’, and y’all were soakin’ wet from the knees down.”
I huff out an incredulous laugh. “Colton—that was when I was, what, seventeen?” The blanket slips off my shoulder as I tuck a wet strand of hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, well…” His voice softens, low and certain. “I loved you, Clem.” He reaches over and tugs the blanket back into place, his knuckles brushing my cheekbone. “I love you.”
I stare at him, heart thudding. He’s said it before, or at least implied it—but never like this. Never declared it, straight and sure and final.
I scoot closer, lift his arm, and crawl under it, snuggling into his side. His shirt’s damp and cold, but underneath, he’s warm. “I love you too, Colton.”
He exhales a sigh of relief, presses a kiss to the top of my head, and rests his rough palm on my thigh, where it belongs.
“I need a favor,” I murmur against him.
He glances over, that slow grin tugging at his lips. “Literally anythin’, baby.”
I reach up, smoothing his wet hair back, my thumb tracing the line of his temple. “Good,” I whisper, eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. “’Cause I need you to get me a phone number.”
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Who is she calling? Guess we'll find out next year ???? ?? Happy New Year's eve, my loves!! ???