Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Brynn
Would it be so bad if I did crawl into his lap right now? He’s injured and can’t do a lot of movement anyway.
Would I hurt him if I was in his lap?
I don’t wait for his reply. Instead, I reach down and unzip his pants.
“Brynn, what are you doing?”
“We’re on a practically deserted road,” I say dismissively as I slide my hand into his boxers.
He’s already rock hard, and heat pools between my legs in preparation for what comes next. I lean down and lick his shaft.
“Brynn,” he groans.
He reaches downward and moves his seat back.
Now we’re talking.
I take that as permission and waste no time engulfing his length in my mouth. The salty taste of his skin mingles with my saliva as I bob my head up and down. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements.
“God, Brynn,” he moans. “You’re so good at that.”
I hum in response, sending vibrations through his shaft. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gag slightly but don’t stop. The thrill of doing this here, now, with the danger of being caught, only heightens my arousal.
I release him with a pop and look up, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “I want you inside me,” I breathe.
In one fluid motion, I straddle his lap, careful not to jostle him or put too much weight on him.
I guide him to my entrance, already slick with desire, and bunch my dress in my hands.
Slowly, I lower myself onto him, savoring the stretch and fullness.
We both groan in unison as I take him to the hilt.
“Brynn,” he whispers, his hands gripping my hips. “We shouldn’t…”
But his actions betray his words as he guides me into a slow, sensual rhythm. I roll my hips, taking him deeper with each movement. The confined space of the truck cab adds to the intensity, our bodies pressed close together.
Whoa, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’ve never been this reckless to have sex in a pretty public place. I mean, yes, we’re off on a side road of sorts, but anyone can see us if they drive by, and I don’t care.
I can only think about how he makes me feel when he’s inside of me.
I lean in to capture his lips in a heated kiss, swallowing his moans. My hands roam his chest, careful to avoid too much pressure. The danger of our situation, the thrill of potentially being caught, sends sparks of excitement through my body.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against his ear, nipping at the lobe.
His hands slide up my sides before tugging at the straps of my dress. His hand dips into the top of my dress as he pulls my breasts out. His thumb runs across one nipple as his mouth latches onto the other. His tongue runs in circles, mimicking what his thumb is doing to the other one.
“Fuck!” I scream as I buck forward.
My cry echoes in the small space of the truck cab, and for a moment, I worry someone might have heard. But then his teeth graze my nipple, and all thoughts of discovery flee my mind.
I increase my pace, riding him harder, faster. The truck rocks slightly with our movements, and I vaguely wonder if anyone passing by would notice. The thought sends another jolt of arousal through me.
He grabs the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair as the other hand snakes up and wraps around my throat. He pulls me down to him, his mouth capturing mine in a hot, searing kiss.
I thought I was the one in control, but he definitely changed that for me.
Damn, I love it when he wraps his hand around my throat. It’s so freaking hot.
“God, Brynn,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so tight, so wet for me.”
I grind down harder, chasing my release. One of his hands snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs tight circles, and I feel the pressure building. His other hand tightens on my throat, and I let out a moan against his mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathe.
I’m so desperate for more friction to feel him hit that special spot over and over again. I need more of him.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls against my lips. “You like being at my mercy.”
I can only whimper in response, lost in the sensations.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. My inner walls clench around him, pulling him deeper. He groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine as he follows me into ecstasy.
“Jack!” I scream.
I collapse against him, and his arms wrap around me as he pulls me tighter into him.
My head rests on his chest and the steering wheel is digging into my back.
I didn’t care or notice before, but it’s very noticeable now.
But we stay like that, panting and trembling in each other’s arms. The reality of what we’ve just done slowly seeps back in.
I can feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I realize how exposed we are.
“I can’t believe…” I start.
He reaches up and cups my chin in his hands. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Don’t go regretting it on me.”
“I don’t regret it,” I murmur. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt confident enough to be so bold before.”
“I love that you are.”
“So, how do I get off you and back in the passenger seat without hurting you?” I ask with a soft giggle as I look around.
“Don’t worry about hurting me.”
I shoot him a disapproving look before I move slowly, he pulls out of me, and I awkwardly unstraddle him, honking the horn with my butt and knocking my knee on the gear shift.
“Shit,” I curse as I fall into the passenger seat ungracefully.
I’m dying laughing at myself and how ridiculous I must look. When I get situated in the passenger seat, I can feel his eyes on me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says softly, reaching over and pulling me into another hot kiss.
“Watch it, cowboy; I may just climb right back over.”
“We’re not in high school anymore. Why don’t we go back to the ranch?”
“You can stay the night with me,” I answer softly. “But you’ll have to be up and out early. I don’t…I’m not ready for Olivia to know about anything yet. I don’t want to—”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he cuts me off. “I get it, okay? I’m certain this is what I want, but I also know that we need to go slow for her sake.”
I sink into the seat, sighing as I look back at him. I almost expected him to fight me on that or maybe even announce that he’d be gone after sex because that’s all he wanted. Instead, he gave me confirmation that we both want the same thing and also shut down my insecurities.
“Thank you,” I say.
He backs out of the field road and steers us back toward the ranch. He reaches over and takes my hand in his. I can’t help the smile on my face. I turn my head and look out the window, watching the scenery as we pass it.
Man, it’s been such a wild day.
He squeezes my hand softly as we turn into the long driveway of my family ranch.
“I want to be clear with you, Brynn. I want a relationship with you. I’m not…I don’t take that lightly.”
“I don’t either. That’s what I want, too, and I’m perfectly fine with whatever speed is comfortable for us both.”
“Savannah may pop up again.”
“And Clay may make the same kind of scene if he finds out.”
“And we’ll handle that when or if it happens.”
“It doesn’t bother you that I have a daughter?”
“No. If it did, I wouldn’t have ever kissed you,” he says with a low chuckle. “Stop thinking of reasons I might run.”
I chuckle inwardly.
Damn, if he didn’t call me out right on that one.
I look over at him and smile.
He really isn’t anything like Clay; he’s not like any man I’ve ever met, and for that, I’m grateful.