19-REAGAN
Vincent couldn’t be any hotter. He knew where to touch me, and he knew how to walk away from Tate. I didn’t have to tell him what to do or how to move, and it was like he, in fact, had the blueprint to my mind.
I was going from ‘turned on’ to ‘fuck me now’ in a matter of seconds, and I needed Vincent flat on his back.
Caught up in the moment, he barely responds when I call his name. “Yeah?”
My face was raw from his stubble. “Lay down so I can fuck you.”
It appears I don’t have to tell him twice. He moves his legs out from under him, almost tripping me as I struggle to remove my boots and jeans. I watch him expose himself and begin thinking of it stretching me open.
I add my bra to my pile of clothes, and my nipples instantly pebble to the cool air. Nothing compared to when I drop my underwear, though. The exterior of my lips were slick, wet and begging for him.
The cool metal is flat against my feet, finding their spot on each side of Vincent. I lower myself carefully, and his hands find a place on my thighs. When the lightning flashes, there’s something in his eyes. I don’t care to process it, and it doesn’t slow me down.
I drop closer to him. With one hand, I stabilize his cock, balancing myself with the other on his chest.
The thunder cracks louder. Closer. And it excites me. Tate would never. He would find some reason that this would all be unreasonable or uncomfortable and want to go home. Unless it was a blowjob for him in the comfort of his truck.
God, shut up.
My mind immediately quieted as Vincent divided my lips. I lowered my weight onto him slowly. Inch by inch, until he pushed against my back wall.
His hands cradled high on the back of my thighs, and I rocked forward. Vincent’s hands followed, lifting me until I moved back to him, finding our rhythm. The bed of the truck bounces with us, helping me push off him again and again.
The light of the moon glistened in his eyes as they flickered across my body. His warm, calloused palms made their way to my stomach but not stopping until they were over my breast. My nipples harden at the texture and bounce inside his cupped hands.
Another flash. The thunder was right behind it and grew across the land, rattling the truck. My core drew taut, and my breathing quickened as I dropped down with each thrust. I shifted my legs and began grinding on his cock, hitting just the right spot.
The sky explodes above us, and I recoil to him. I can see his smile. Teeth shining in the dark.
“Shit.” I giggled at him.
“This wouldn’t be a terrible way to go out, would it?” Vincent grips my hips, ramming me onto him.
“Fuck me.” I moan out.
Without warning, he mimics my motions, alternating between rocking me back and forth and bouncing. I balance with one hand off-center on his chest, and the other finds its way between my legs.
My thighs attempt to clench at the way I can feel him stroke in and out. My pussy surrendered to him with the way he takes control of my body on top of his.
I press two fingers against my clit, my mouth drops open taking in a deep cool inbreath. I can make out his eyes with heavy lids in the dark. His gaze is just as intense, but I use it.
I use the lightning, thunder, my fingertips drawing circles over my clit, the way Vincent works my hips and his eyes watching mine, waiting to see how easy it is to make me finish on his cock.
The lightning whips across the sky, but it doesn’t faze me this time. It creates a chill across my chest, making my nipples tighten, like it’s the last fucking thing I need.
My nerves spark enough to make my orgasm spread through me like wildfire. “Fuck. Vinc—” I couldn’t even finish his name. He didn’t blink and watched as the thrill of the orgasm rolled up my chest. Words were inaudible, and all I could do was moan.
Then, Vincent’s eyes opened slightly, enough for me to notice his body twitch. The movement and speed he controlled with my hips let me know he finished.
I can do nothing but collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around me. Another flash across the sky, but the thunder is low.
“I should put something back on.” The thought crosses my mind that someone could pull up on us.
Or worse, law enforcement. I would have to change my name and move towns just to escape from the embarrassment.
And no one would respect me if it made headlines that a married woman was fornicating in the bed of a truck with another man.
He took one last stroke at my bare body. Feeling it under his palms. “Not too much, because who knows what might happen.”
I crawl over to my pile of clothes and feel the different textures in the dark. I leave my bra and underwear off and return to Vincent with my shirt and jeans.
He was put back together, and I curled up next to him, my hand on his chest. A break in the clouds passes over us, and a few stars put on a show before disappearing again.
“Reagan.” He grumbles.
My hand flattens against his shirt. “Hm?”
“I don’t know how to say this or where we go from here.” The sound of his tongue scrapes across his lips. “But being with you is like being on the edge of overdosing. So fucking dangerous. But the view is unforgettably beautiful. I don’t care if it kills me.”
“Vincent.” I groan. “Stop saying all these things.”
“Why?” He questioned me. “Afraid they’re true?”
“Yeah.” I gave a nod and cradled his jaw in my hand.
His thumb brushes over the sleeve of my shirt as he rests his fingers on my arm. “So, where do we go from here?”
I didn’t know how to answer this. Yes, I liked him, but I was still married.
And at the rate Tate was going, I was never going to be single again.
I didn’t want to string Vincent along either.
“I don’t know. We can just—” I let out a heavy breath of air.
“Continue seeing each other. If you’re interested. ”
Vincent let out a low chuckle. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t interested.”
“Maybe I thought you were just interested in getting a piece of ass.”
“Drive an hour and two-step with a drunk ex to shoot my shot with a pretty, little wildflower like you? Yeah, I’d say I’m interested.”
My gut implodes at the small confession. “I like that, but—” His fingers interlace mine, “Tate is not officially an ex.”
“I can help with that. Even if we don’t end up together, he needs to sign the papers. The divorce isn’t just about him.”
“Well… thank you.”
“I should get you back in the truck.”
“Okay.” I nod in agreement. As nice as this was, I was getting cold. “Let me grab the rest of my clothes.” The vehicle rocks under the weight of our movement. Vincent outstretches his hand to offer help. “You’re going to make me put my shoes on?”
“No.” his arm lowers. “Come here.”
I leap into his arms with my loose clothing articles in hand. He plants a kiss on me on the way to the driver’s side. I crawled across the bench, my bare feet gripped against the leather as I swiveled into place.
The cab light cuts out as Vincent shuts the door. I can’t help but smile at him. He takes my face in his hands and reels me in for another kiss.
Our lips come apart, but he’s still near. “I just—” He trails off. His bottom lip disappears into his mouth before he bites down on it. Eyes on me like I’m the answer to everything and he needs to memorize every fiber of my being before touching me again.
“You just what?”
“Nothing.” He whispers with a smirk.
I moisten my lips before speaking again. “I hate to say this, but I’m so hungry. I’m actually sad that I left my cheese steak sandwich behind.”
“Well, have a cheese danish.” He motions to the box behind me.
“No. Those are yours.”
“And? Have one.” He grabs the box and rips through the round sticker acting as a seal. The box flips open, the lid hanging at the fold. I knew my cheese danishes were good. It would be hard for me to just have one.
My eyes flick up to him before grabbing one. I search for a reason not to. Maybe the reason why he ordered a dozen cheese danishes on a Saturday night. But there’s nothing, and I can’t resist.
The sticky bread meets my fingertips as I peel it away from the rest of them. The box quickly closes and Vincent looks at me pleased.
“What are you doing with the rest of those?” I ask in between bites.
“Figured I could get everyone on the ranch something for breakfast tomorrow.”
“I’m not eating someones, am I?”
Vincent shakes his head. “No, there are only seven of us. Sometimes eight or nine, depending on what family is visiting or any help we’ve hired.”
“Who all lives there?”
“My grandma and grandpa have their house. My mom, my brother, and I live together. I do have a house under construction on the property. And then my uncle, Mark, and his wife. He’s the one who runs the ranch.”
“Oh. What about your dad?”
“He passed from a heart attack. One minute he was out in the south pasture mending a section of downed fence, grumbling about the rain coming in, doing the same work he’d done every day of his life.
It happened fast. No warning. No chance to call for help.
By the time a ranch hand found him, he was already gone. ”
He paused, watching me finish my pastry, and I noticed my phone buzzed.
“He worked himself into the ground. He pushed too hard and took on too much, never slowing down. But all I remember is the permanent grit under his nails and how he never complained, even when the days were long, and the pay was thin. The ranch was his life force and his death sentence.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say except your typical apology. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” The back of his knuckles brushed against my cheek and my phone vibrated for the fortieth time.
“Excuse me, I need to see what’s so urgent.” The screen cut through the dark, and I scrolled through the multiple camera notifications. “Oh, my god.”
“What’s up?”
“Tate’s at my house with his friends.” I scroll through the thumbnails. “He can’t get inside, but what the fuck?”
“Do we need to take care of this? Call the cops? Tell me not to overstep? Whatever it is, I will.”
I look up at him. My eyes adjust to the dark past my phone, and he’s staring, digesting my expression.
Luckily, I got the system after Tate left, for exactly this reason.
Security and anything that would be used in court if I needed.
So he had no access. I pull up the live feed.
Tate, Colt, and two others I never got the pleasure of meeting because I never went out, were camped out in my front yard. My mouth drops, and I zoom in on Tate.
“Unbelievable!” I can’t believe what I am seeing, but I make sure to hit record in case my camera decides to malfunction at this point.
“What’s…going on?”
“Am I seeing this right?” I flipped the screen to Vincent, knowing it was too pixilated to see anything explicit. “Is he peeing in my potted plant?”
“Uh, yeah.” He confirms my suspicions. “It looks like he is.”
“Oh, my god. I am so embarrassed.” I drop my phone face down. “If you never talk to me again because of him, I understand.”
Vincent curls a finger under my chin to pull me into a kiss. “Never.” He seals his promise just for a moment. And no matter how nice it was, I’m back on the subject.
“I feel gross, I—I don’t know if I should even stay at my house or go to my mom’s. Ugh.” I groan. “But then she will ask questions.”
“You could come to my house.” He gives a devilish grin. “Give my mom quite the surprise to see you come downstairs.”
“No, no. I’ll be safe inside my house. Sometimes I just wonder who I married. Because even six months ago, I wouldn’t have believed he would do this. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it now.”
His hand warms my thigh, and Vincent lets me continue to vent. “I just wish he would sign the papers and I could move on.”
“What’s he holding you back from?”
I pause, trying to find the perfect answer, the answer that won’t scare him off.
“I was ready and knew him well enough to start a family. But that was the problem, I knew him too well. Tate wasn’t going to be ready any time soon.
And then it made me start reflecting on all areas of his life.
He works for his parents at their insurance agency.
He drinks on the weekends more often than not, and when he has free time, he’s tied to his stupid video games. ”
Vincent doesn’t say anything; he just watches me spill about my divorce.
“And he has the audacity to judge my hobbies and interests.”
“Like what?”
I smirk because I know Vincent will like the answer. “Like masked men.”
And he does. “What? Tate never put a mask on for you? He wasn’t willing to split you open over a log?”
“I never asked. He was very cut and dry on his preferences.” As I simmer down, I flip my phone over to catch the latest. “They’re leaving.” The headlights pulled slowly out of the driveway. My porch light illuminating on the side of the truck as it exited the frame.
“Need me to take you home? I could stick around a bit.”
“Alright, that might make me feel better.” I adjust in my seat, and my lip turns upward at his offer.