Chapter 14 #3
“Having a horse as a best friend does feel very on-brand for you,” I say teasingly, glad that his mood seems to have lifted.
He scoffs at me in mock outrage, “Duke would give me the shirt off his back…if he wore a shirt.”
Jo laughs and holds the door open for us. “Thank you both for a lovely evening. It was exactly the distraction I needed.”
Shayne thanks Jo and walks down the steps towards his truck, which is parked towards the far end of the driveway in near total darkness.
I linger on the porch for a bit longer, watching him disappear into the shadows.
“You sure you don’t want me to spend the night?
We could watch crappy TV. We didn’t even touch the wine I brought over,” I say, turning to face Jo again.
“Go get some dick,” Jo replies, shooing me off the porch. She’s never been one to mince words.
“I’ll do my best,” I say, laughing. I walk past my car to where Shayne is leaning up against his truck, waiting. I try to ignore the butterflies that have already filled my stomach. I can feel his eyes on me as I get closer, which really doesn’t help the butterfly situation.
“What happened after you left the table? When you came back, you seemed upset,” I ask, when I finally reach him. There’s no ignoring the heat in his gaze as his eyes travel over my face, lingering on my lips.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.
I will later. But right now, all I want is this,” he says before crushing his mouth onto mine.
His kiss is hot and demanding, stealing my breath away.
I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hands travel over my back, running up my spine, until they’re tangled in my hair.
His teeth scrape across my lower lip, and I press myself even closer to him, wishing we were somewhere less exposed with much less clothing between us.
“This isn’t the ideal location for this,” he says as he moves his mouth from my lips to my neck. I’m delirious with wanting him. If he said, ‘let’s go,’ I would fall on my knees on the cold hard gravel and let him have me here.
“You started it,” I say, dragging his face back up to mine so I can kiss him again.
But it’s not enough. It won’t ever be enough.
His hand falls to my waist and then travels further, his fingers deftly finding my center in the folds of my skirt.
I pull my dress up, hitching my leg on the foot bar of his truck.
I’m so desperate to feel his skin on my own, I’m trying to ignore the fact that we are still technically on Jo’s driveway, and that this is a terrible idea.
But then he moves aside my underwear and pushes a finger inside me, making me gasp and throw every last one of my inhibitions to the wind.
“God, you’re so wet already,” he says before licking a line across my collar bone. His other hand snakes up my rib cage, pulling down the neck of my dress. My nipple instantly tightens as the cold night air kisses my skin.
“This is insanity. What are we doing? We have to get out of here,” I say, breathless. Even as I say the words, I ignore them, grinding my hips into his hand. My breath starts to quicken as the ache between my thighs grows in intensity.
“Get in the truck.”
“What? But my car is here.” My thoughts feel thick and sluggish as I readjust my dress.
I cannot believe I almost came on Jo’s flipping driveway.
Shayne walks around to the passenger side of the truck and holds open the cab door in answer.
I follow him and slide in. He kisses me, hard and quick, before shutting the door and walking back around to the driver’s side.
“It’ll still be here in the morning. You’re coming with me,” Shayne growls, starting the engine.
It’s only a five-minute drive down the road to the cabin, but the anticipation makes the minutes feel like hours.
We sit in silence, Shayne’s thumb tracing circles against my wrist. I drag my eyes over him again and again, unabashedly.
I linger on the muscular line of his forearm, his hand gripping the steering wheel, then travel upwards to his shoulders, appreciating how the fabric of his shirt clings to the breadth of him. He really is a goddamn masterpiece.
When Shayne puts the truck in park, I throw myself at him, unable to wait a second longer.
Our mouths collide. His tongue strokes mine as he yanks down the neck of my dress again.
My breasts spill out into his hands. He breaks our kiss and bends his head down to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth.
It feels so incredible that I gasp, dragging my fingers through his hair.
By some impossible feat of physics I manage to wriggle out of my underwear while he licks a trail of hot kisses across my breasts.
I move to straddle him, not giving a shit that the new position makes the steering wheel dig painfully into my ass.
From here I can feel him through his jeans, hard and pulsing.
He bunches my dress up, digging his fingers into my thighs before cupping my bare ass.
My hands tug ravenously at his zipper, freeing the hard length of him in seconds.
He feels like silk covered iron in my hands.
I hover myself above him, stroking him from base to tip.
His hands grip the back of my neck, thumbs trailing across my jawline as his eyes burn into mine.
I take his thumb into my mouth and suck.
His eyes widen, emboldening me further. Who am I?
Paige Marion O’Flynn does not have sex in kitchens and cars.
Is it Shayne who has brought out this wanton stranger, or am I finally feeling free enough to indulge parts of myself that I’ve kept hidden until now?
“Condom?” I ask.
Shayne reaches into the glove compartment and rustles around for a moment.
Seconds later, he holds up a foil packet, a surprisingly adorable look of accomplishment on his face that I can’t help but laugh at.
He smothers my laughter with a tender kiss, a light caress that makes me hungry for more.
I open myself to him and the kiss deepens, a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth.
My body moves against him like it has a mind of its own.
Shayne reaches between us and slides the condom on.
I guide the tip of him to my entrance and slowly lower myself onto him.
“You are incredible,” he groans. “One of these days maybe we’ll actually make it to a bed.”
I run my tongue along the curve of his ear. His sharp intake of breath sends a thrill through me. “Beds are boring,” I whisper into his ear—says the woman who up until this point has had nearly exclusive bed sex. I swear I can feel him grow even harder inside me.