Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two
Gretchen
From my vantage point, and with the director shouting orders a few feet away, I have trouble hearing and seeing what's going on, especially with the two cars going so damn fast. Excitement and trepidation war within me in equal measure.
Those sports cars are whizzing down the insanely curvy road as if nothing can stop them.
Kirk knows what he's doing and does Keith, I'm sure.
But my heart races at ninety miles an hour, and my pulse pounds in my ears.
Be safe, Kirk, please be safe. Come back to me in one piece.
The cars drift farther apart, and I notice Kirk's vehicle suddenly veering to the left, away from the quarry edge. Keith's car maintains its trajectory straight toward the ramp. My fingernails dig into my palms as I watch, barely breathing.
"That's it!" Garrett shouts beside me, his exhilaration palpable. "What perfect execution!"
Keith's car hits the ramp at precisely the right angle, sailing through the air in a graceful arc that seems to defy physics. The sunlight catches the glossy paint, making the vehicle gleam like a bullet. For a moment, time stands still as the car hangs suspended over the quarry drop.
Then gravity takes hold. The car descends toward the massive airbag positioned below, landing with a bounce that makes my stomach lurch in sympathy. But it's a perfect landing. I can tell that from the crew's cheers and Garrett's triumphant smile as he watches the monitors.
Kirk's car, meanwhile, curves elegantly back toward the staging area, slowing with controlled accuracy. My entire body unclenches as I watch him bring the vehicle to a perfect stop. He's safe. He did it.
Hallelujah.
The driver's door opens, and Kirk emerges while showing off with a swagger in his step. He pulls his helmet off, and I can tell his hair is damp with sweat. His wide grin is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Damn, he's magnificent.
I don't even realize I'm running until I'm halfway to him, dodging crew members and equipment. Kirk sees me coming just in time to catch me as I launch myself at him.
"Told ye I'd be fine, lass," he whispers into my hair.
I pull back enough to see his face and instinctively rove my hands over his shoulders and chest as if I'm checking for injuries. I suppose that's what I was doing, unconsciously.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again," I scold, though we both know I don't mean it. This is his job, after all, and he does it brilliantly.
"Scare you? That perfectly executed, completely safe stunt that went exactly as planned?" Kirk pats my ass and then squeezes it gently. "Come now, gràidh, ye cannae tell me that wasn't bloody fucking amazing. And it made ye wet for me, I know. The scent of your desire is intoxicating."
"Yeah, okay, it was impressive," I admit, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face. "But that doesn't mean I have to like watching my fiancé drive at breakneck speeds."
Kirk tugs me closer and his lips graze mine. "Admit to the rest, mo leannan."
I shake my head, struggling not to smile. But within seconds, I can't keep up the farce any longer. I whisper in his ear, "Yes, that stunt made so damn hot for you---and yes, I need you inside me soon. Very soon."
"Thank you, gràidh." He gives me a quick kiss. "Later, I'll show you exactly how much I love it when you're honest."
A crew member calls out, "Brilliant work, KB!"
Kirk reluctantly releases me, keeping one arm around my waist as Keith jogs over to join us with his helmet tucked under his arm.
"That was textbook perfect!" Keith exclaims, slapping Kirk on the shoulder. "Did ye see that landing? Smooth as whisky!"
"Aye, I caught it on the monitors as I was turning back. Your trajectory was pure poetry, mate."
I watch the two men discuss technical details of the stunt, using jargon I barely understand, and I find myself relaxing into Kirk's body with me snuggled under his arm. The camaraderie between the two stunt men is obvious. These men are professionals who respect and trust each other.
Thankfully, after we all watch a few more replays of the stunt, Kirk and I leave the crew behind, climbing into the Porsche. Once we're both seated, I reach for my seatbelt. But Kirk pushes it away.
"Ah-ah-ah, lass," he purrs in his deepest, sexiest Scottish brogue.
"I mean to make good on my suggestion that I want to fuck ye while I'm driving and you are on my lap.
" His steamy smirk melts me like hot buttered rum.
"You will remove your trousers, and I will make you beg me to devour every bit of your cream.
I can already smell how much ye want me, Gretchen. "
"Shit, I do want that. It's crazy, but...please, Kirk, please do that."
He deepens his brogue to sultry, darkly hungry. "Strip from the waist down, lass. Do it now."
I obey his command without hesitation, wiggling out of my jeans and underwear right here in the passenger seat. The cool leather against my bare skin sends a shiver up my spine, but it's nothing compared to the heat of Kirk's gaze as he watches me.
"That's my good lass," he growls. "Now come here."
I climb over the center console, awkwardly but eagerly positioning myself on his lap. He grips my hips with his strong, guiding me into position while he shifts around to make room. I can feel his hard dick through his pants, pressing insistently against me.
"What about the crew?" I whisper, glancing nervously toward the film set we just left.
Kirk's chuckle is low and wicked. "We're far enough away now. Besides, these windows are tinted for a reason." With his fingers, he traces a tantalizing path up my inner thigh as he leans in close to my ear. "Tell me what ye want, Gretchen."
"I want---no, I need you inside me while you drive," I admit, growing so horny that I can barely stand it. "And drive fast, please."
"And so that's how ye shall have me---at high speed." With practiced efficiency, Kirk unzips his pants and frees himself. I gasp at the feel of him, hard and ready against my thigh. "Lift yourself up, lass."
I rise slightly on my knees as Kirk positions himself beneath me, his strong hands guiding my hips.
When he drags me down onto him, I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan.
The sensation of him filling me completely while we're still in the parking area of the film set sends a thrill of danger through me.
"That's it, mo leannan." He twists the key and starts up the engine. "Fast, hard, and reckless is what yer wanting, aye?"
All I can do is nod vigorously.
Kirk pulls me down onto his lap, thrusting his cock deep inside me at the same time. "Ride me, Gretchen. While I'm driving."
My wetness has soaked his thighs, and I'm so turned on that my breathing has become ragged.
Kirk jams the key into the ignition and twists it, causing the Porsche to growl to life.
He backs the car around so fast that I grab the dashboard with one hand to steady myself.
My thighs clench around him as we speed out of the parking area, and the extreme acceleration pushes me down onto his cock even harder, even deeper, while his thick length fills me up.
"Fuck, yes," I moan as Kirk merges onto the main road, accelerating hard. Every shift of the gears makes me cry out in ecstasy and drives him deeper. The vibration of the powerful engine beneath us adds another layer of sensation that has me gasping.
"Hold tight, mo ghaol," Kirk snarls with one hand on the wheel while the other grips my hip possessively. "This is only the beginning."
Kirk guides the Porsche around a sharp turn and onto a narrow country road. I nearly scream as the centrifugal force shifts Kirk inside me at a new angle that hits my G-spot perfectly. My thighs clench around him, and my body instinctively seeks more of that delicious friction.
"Feel that, lass?" he asks, as he accelerates again. "Feel how I control everything---the car, your pleasure, how deeply we're connected."
Kirk takes a hairpin turn at a speed that would terrify me if I weren't so high on sexual pleasure.
"Oh shit, Kirk!" I cry out as he deliberately hits a small bump in the road, sending shockwaves through my core.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I bounce on his lap, and every movement of the car translates into mind-blowing sensations wherever our bodies join.
My cream is all over his lap, the evocative scent getting me more aroused in this confined space.
"That's it, lass," he encourages, his tone rougher and deeper now. "Let me hear how much ye love this."
The speedometer climbs higher as we race along the empty Highland road.
I'm vaguely aware of the breathtaking scenery flashing past the windows---rolling hills and ancient stone walls---but my focus is entirely on the man beneath me and the building pressure inside me.
Kirk takes one hand off the wheel to capture my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple hard enough to make my back arch.
The dual sensation of his touch combined with the relentless rhythm of our joined bodies as the car speeds along pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
"Kirk, I'm going to---"
"Not yet," he commands, abruptly slowing the car and pulling off onto a hidden dirt track that winds deeper into the countryside. "Ahmno not done with ye."
The change of pace is maddening, and so is the bumpy gravel. I whimper in frustration as he deliberately eases the car along at an agonizingly slow speed, keeping me right on the brink without letting me fall.
"Please, Kirk," I beg, trying to move my hips faster, but his iron grip holds me steady.
He pushes his hand between my thighs, diving inside me and pulling his hand out again to thrust his fingers into his mouth. His feral snarl does me in, and my inner walls contract around his cock hard and fast. Kirk blows apart next, pummeling me while his cum spills inside me.
He deposits me on the passenger seat. "Good fuck, aye?"
I grin, too satisfied to speak. Yeah, Kirk is the god of sex and thrills.
And I can't wait to marry him.