19. Scarlett
SCARLETT
T he moonlight was bright, and I found what I was looking for, the old for sale sign on the side of the road.
It was pastureland and some lakefront property.
Five acres that had been for sale since I was fifteen.
I pulled off the road onto the little path that dipped low and then crested again into a slow rolling hill.
Anyone driving by could see us. And I liked that.
I pulled the parking brake.
“Here?” Devlin asked, peering into the dark.
“There’s no five-star hotel. But it’s close and quiet, and all the cops in town are at the bar. Plus, my brothers are hopefully being arrested, so they can’t interrupt us. Now take your pants off.”
I hopped out of the truck and reached behind my seat. I always kept a spare quilt or two in the back. And tonight I’d be putting them to good use.
Devlin got out of the truck slowly as if he wasn’t sure that I was serious. I dropped the tailgate and spread the quilts out in the bed of the truck. He was still fully clothed and looking more confused by the minute .
I didn’t want him to start overthinking it.
“We have two perfectly good beds at our houses. More if we use Jonah’s or one of the other guest rooms,” he said.
I shut him up by taking my tank top off.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
“Catch up, Devlin.” I didn’t wait for him to start.
I made a grab for his belt. He resisted for a minute, but when I unzipped his jeans and his cock finally escaped its prison, Devlin came back to life.
He gripped the sides of my face and kissed me.
He stole my breath when he kissed me. I’d kissed my fair share of men.
Hell, I’d been kissing since second grade.
That might have been about the time my mama started insisting that I wait until thirty before I settled down.
But I’d never been kissed the way Devlin did it. He kissed me like he had to, like I was air and he needed me to live. I liked it and was terrified by it.
And whenever something scared me, I did it again and again until fear turned to excitement... or boredom. That’s what I was going to do to Devlin.
His hands left my face and found my breasts. I wished I’d had something fancier for him. Maybe if he stuck around for a while, I’d invest in some silks and laces. But he didn’t seem to mind what I was wearing.
He pulled back for a second, his face serious. “I was with Johanna for five years.”
“Uh-huh.” My focus was on his belt. The one that I was sliding out of his belt loops.
“I mean, I haven’t been with anyone else for five years. So, if there’s something new?—”
“Honey, I’m gonna take good care of you. Don’t you worry about anything,” I promised.
Then Devlin’s mouth was on mine, bruising my lips with a forceful kiss. I liked him like this, taking what he wanted. Strong and focused. I’d never been one to play the submissive chick in bed, but when he looked at me like he was right now, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do.
I reached for the snap on my skirt, but he stopped me. “No. Leave it.” His voice was as rough as the stones under the tires.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
He showed me instead. Devlin picked me up and placed me on the tailgate, pushing my legs apart so he could stand between them.
I reached for him again. His cock was hard and throbbing in my hand.
Moisture pooled at the tip, and I brushed my thumb over it.
He groaned his approval. I opened my legs wider and guided his wet crown between my thighs.
I stroked him against me, appreciating the sweet torture of not enough.
Devlin yanked my bra straps off my shoulders and made quick work of the front clasp. The bra fell from my breasts, and I saw the breath catch in his chest. He swallowed hard. I gripped his cock harder, and he clenched his teeth.
“Slow it down, Scarlett.”
I did as I was told, enjoying the novelty of not being a rebel for once.
“Good girl,” he told me. I wanted to hear those words again and again from him.
As my reward, he cupped my breasts, and I moaned at the contact. It felt like I’d been waiting for this forever. My nipples hardened against those big smooth palms, begging for his attention. “Oh, dang,” I whispered.
He pulled away from me, his erection sliding out of my grip. And then his mouth was at my breast, soft lips and warm tongue gliding over the sensitive peak. He bit lightly, and I gasped, dropping my head back. I looked up at the sky.
We were surrounded by the night. Crickets and tree frogs, the staggered blink of lightning bugs, and the whispers of wildflowers on the dark breeze.
The stars dotted the dark, and the fat moon crouched over the tree line that separated us from the lake.
Devlin shifted to my other breast, and I bucked against him.
“You are killing me, Dev.”
I wasn’t one that needed a lot of foreplay. I knew exactly what I needed to get where I wanted to go. Taking the scenic route always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. I liked to get down and dirty quickly so I could be home wrapped up in my robe eating ice cream.
There might have been a few men who gleefully compared my attitude about sex to theirs.
But Devlin was treating my body like a seven-course meal. Like I was something to be savored. It was freaking killing me.
His mouth was patient, feeding on me and working my nipples into tender points until the stars swam before my eyes. When he finally pulled back, the air felt cold on the wet he’d left behind. “Take off your underwear,” he ordered quietly.
I shifted back and shimmied out of them, and as they slid down my legs, Devlin took two of his fingers and sucked them into his mouth.
“Yes.” I didn’t even realize I’d said the word out loud. But the cocky smirk he sent my way told me I’d moaned it. God, I loved seeing him like this.
“Yes what?” He trailed his wet fingers up the inside of my thigh. I was shaking so hard, I needed him so much, that I couldn’t stop the tremors.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He thrust his fingers inside me, and I lost my damn mind.
I grabbed for him, trying to pull him down to me so I could kiss him while I bucked my hips to ride his hand.
But he held me down and methodically fingered me until I thought I’d die.
I was already so close, and he still had yet to put that magnificent cock inside me. I needed it. I craved it.
Devlin curled his fingers in me brushing some secret spot that I’d never discovered myself.
I saw lightning behind my closed eyes. I was on a high wire, and I was destined to fall.
“Dev. Dev. You’re making me—” I lost my ability to form coherent words when the orgasm slammed into me.
I felt my walls clamping down on his fingers as I came.
He kissed me then, growling into my mouth, taking possession.
I rode it out as my body spiraled through the pleasure he’d dealt me.
“Good girl,” he said again, and I slumped back on my elbows. He grabbed me around the hips and dragged me to the edge of the tailgate.
“Dev!” I was too sensitive. I couldn’t possibly take what he wanted to give me.
I felt his fingers parting my sex, and then that clever tongue was dancing over that nub of nerves.
He licked it with one long stroke, and my head hit the bed of the truck.
He didn’t stop to ask if I was okay, and I didn’t give one good goddamn if I was okay.
I just didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing with his mouth.
That tongue danced from my clit to my opening and thrust inside.
“Gah.” It was all I could get out of me. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and he was building me up to wanting another one.
Long, slow strokes of his tongue took me higher and higher. Was this what I’d been missing out on all these years?
I grabbed him by the hair and held on tight. My toes were curling up in the boots I still wore.
“You taste so good, Scarlett.”
“Jesus, Dev. What are you doing to me? ”
He gave my center another lick and sucked gently on my clit. It was as if every nerve in my body caught fire at once. I sat up like a jack-in-the-box.
“Now, Dev!”
He laughed softly, but started working on the buttons of his shirt. The second it was open, I shoved my hands inside and laid them against his chest. “Do you have a condom, or do you want one of mine?”
“So prepared.” He pulled one from his back pocket.
I loved the look of his cock in the moonlight. I’d write a freaking poem about it... after he made me come again.
While he tore the wrapper, I gripped him by the root. Together, we rolled the condom on.
“You’re so small,” he said. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You’re killing me now, so hurry up and get to the hurting.” I was desperate to have him inside me.
“Lay back,” he said, his voice strained. The tendons on his neck stood out rigidly against his throat.
I leaned back on my elbows. The heels of my boots hooked on to the lip of the tailgate.
I was spread bare for him out here under the stars and the sky.
Devlin gripped me by my thighs and pulled me even closer, spreading my knees.
He stroked his cock in his big fist and watched me.
I’d wanted this moment for long enough that I didn’t see what the point was in waiting any longer.
I moved my hand lower, determined to take care of business myself or at least threaten it to spur him into action.
“Don’t,” Devlin said darkly.
He slid his hands warmly against my calves around to stroke my knees and then sent them diving down the insides of my thighs as his hard-on hung heavily against where I needed him most. Stroking my flesh, worshiping it. He petted me, electrifying my skin. Shocking my nerve endings to life.
His thumbs slid closer and closer to where I wanted them, where I needed his touch the most. He teased me deliberately, diabolically.