10. Nick #2
Sonya thought long and hard about her answer before she turned to me with a serious expression and nodded. “Yes.” She gasped when she realized where we were. “Blaze Farms.”
“Yep. One quick stop and then we’ll be on our way.” If I thought about it ahead of time I might’ve planned better but this worked too. Inside the storage building I grabbed a few blankets and tossed them in the bed of my truck.
Sonya’s blond brows arched in question. “That sure of yourself, huh, Blaze?”
I shook my head and laughed so hard tears sprang to my eyes.
“I’m always sure of myself, but that’s not the reason for the blankets.
” I maneuvered the truck over the gravelly roads that turned into dirt roads that left giant clouds of dust in their wake.
The divots and dips in the road made for a bumpy ride but Sonya handled it like a champ, with a joke and a smile.
“Whoa,” she whispered when we crested the small hill that overlooked the man-made lake my great grandpa filled in decades ago. Fireflies winked lazily in the distance, the sound of frogs and crickets provided the soundtrack for the evening.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
She nodded slowly, still staring out the window.
“We’re here,” I told her. “Feel free to enjoy the view and the fresh air.” I hopped from the truck and went to the back to arrange the blankets.
The front door slammed. “You really are a cowboy,” she teased. “This view is…oh.” She looked at the blankets arranged in the back of the truck and her smile spread slowly until the full wattage rivaled the moon.
“Only a part-time cowboy,” I reminded her, extending my hand to help her up.
“This is…really great, Nick.” The look in her eyes was equal parts affection and heat, both of which I wanted to explore instead of the meal she handed me while she jumped into the back. “No one’s ever taken me on a picnic before.”
“That’s a damn shame,” I told her and helped her out of her boots. “Next time I’ll pack a proper picnic.”
“Next time?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah. You did say something about wanting to make out under the stars in the back of a truck. We have the moon,” I pointed to the sky. “The comfortable truck and the best kisser you’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”
She fell backwards laughing and clutching her side. “Jeez, if you were anymore modest, we’d have to get you in therapy immediately.”
“Eat up and we’ll see if my modesty is warranted.” I unpacked the food and we ate side by side in comfortable silence until the food was gone and the air between us thickened. “That almost hit the spot,” I sighed and patted my stomach.
“Almost?”
I nodded. “I could do with something a little sweeter now.”
Her cheeks flushed and her tongue slipped out, dragging across her bottom lip to tempt me into hell. “Is that right?”
I nodded slowly, leaning closer and closer until barely a breath separated our lips. I gave Sonya a minute to pull away and when she didn’t, my lips met hers in a hot and fiery crash that made my whole body shake with need.
The kiss started slowly. Deliberately. Her soft lips parted easily with little urging, her fingers tangled first in my shirt and then my hair. The way she gripped it had my cock tightening painfully, and I settled on top of her, nestled right between her warm thighs for any relief I could find.
Sonya moaned and held me tighter, wrapping her legs around my waist like she needed a bit of relief too.
With another groan she gripped my hair tighter and opened further for me, begging me to deepen the kiss, which I did happily as I explored and devoured every inch of her.
She was all soft curves and white-hot heat beneath me, and when I cupped her cheek to anchor us both in the moment, she whimpered and flicked her tongue against mine.
That one little move intensified my hunger and my need for her.
Both of us were starving for something we couldn’t—or wouldn’t—name.
I wondered if it was the same fear that kept us from exploring the intensity of the connection, or if her reasons were different.
My hands slid from her face and her hair, all the way down to her hips, gripping her tight before I turned onto my back so that she sat astride me.
“Oh hell, Nick.” She pulled away with a breathless moan and ground her hips against me in a slow, rocking motion that drove me fucking mad with desire. “You feel so good.”
“I guess I am the best kisser you’ve ever tasted?”
Her lips stretched into a sexy grin. “I’ll need another taste,” she answered, lowering her mouth to mine once more. “But just this once.”
We both knew that was a damn lie but I was too consumed, too turned on to call her out on the lie.
Instead I held her while she kissed me hungrily, like I was the thing she’d been missing her entire life.
Her tongue swept against mine, tasting and teasing me until I thought my cock would explode behind my zipper like a horny virgin.
Sonya deepened the kiss, holding my face right where she wanted me as she rocked against my cock. Her breaths came faster and I knew she was close.
Close to coming just from kissing me was such a fucking turn on that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my shit together. Every moan and mewl she made went straight to my cock until he was hard and aching, desperate to bury himself in her heat.
“Nick,” she cried out the moment our lips were separated, rocking harder and faster against the ridge of my cock.
“Come for me, Sonya. Ride me until you come, babe.”
She shook her head. “Not like this.” She licked her lips. “I need more.” She stopped abruptly and stood in the bed of the truck, removing her jeans and red gingham panties that matched the bra.
“Hat,” I growled, reaching for my Stetson and handing it to her. “Now.”
With a smile she took it and put it on her head before she knelt beside me, freeing my cock, stroking it until I was sure I’d explode immediately. She bent and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking just hard enough to tease before she took the whole damn thing down her throat.
“Ah, fuck!” My hips bucked up and she didn’t even gag, just took it and throbbed around me.
“I just want to feel you,” she sighed and sat on top of me so that her folds parted and her clit was straight on my cock, wet and swollen.
“Oh, just like that.” She arched her back and bit down on her bottom lip, riding the length of my cock until she flew apart with a shout of pleasure that echoed on the lake. “Nick!”
She was beautiful as she came, a slow grin on her face as her body shook and trembled with aftershocks. Gorgeous. Mine. Those words, combined with the frantic pace of her hips, was just enough for me to shoot off like a bottle rocket, making a mess between us. “Oh, fuck.”
“Now that completed the fantasy,” she said, her hips still moving slowly as if she was desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure she could from the moment.
“Making out and dry humping in the back of a truck was a fantasy of yours?”
She shrugged. “Only now that I have a sexy cowboy to do it with.”
Her words played over and over in my head, wondering what she meant by she had a cowboy. Was I hers? Was that what she wanted? Hell, was it what I wanted?
I didn’t have an answer but I had the soft curves of Sonya pressed against me right now and we stayed like that, limbs tangled together under the stars while we enjoyed the simple act of being together.
I didn’t need answers, not tonight.
Tonight all I needed was this.
Was her.