Chapter 38
Kade
With a hundred dirty thoughts jamming my brain, I do my best not to look too eager as I pull out her chair. “Ready to go?”
Judging by the situation below my belt, subtlety’s a lost cause. The two married Feds catch on fast and share a knowing smirk.
“Have a wonderful time kids.” Wulf gives us a lazy five-finger wave while my brother-in-law blows a kiss.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t.”
Flipping them off behind my back, I herd Briana toward the door. The bed might as well be a hundred miles away. Hell, a dirt road and my truck bed sound perfect.
As I help her into the passenger seat, she looks up at the green mountains framed by the flawless blue sky. “I think I could learn to like it here.”
Once I settle beside her, our eyes meet. “Winters are cold as fuck.”
What the hell are you doing? Trying to scare her off?
“Do you ski?” Her hand lands on my knee.
As my cock strains against my fly, I manage to grit out, “Yeah. You?”
“Not for a while… but yeah, I like it. What else do people do for fun here?”
Plenty I could list—snowshoeing, ice fishing, craft beer and candle shops. The truth? If she stays, we’ll make love in front of the fire until spring forgets to come.
Out loud, I go safe. “We’ve got hiking, fishing. Lake Champlain’s nearby. Burlington has good restaurants, college town vibe, night life…”
Bree’s fingertips dig into my thigh, her voice dripping sin. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”
Oh, hell yeah.
A mile of gravel and trees later, I veer onto Old Quarry Road, then kill the engine. Heart pounding like a randy teen on his first date, I grab a blanket from the backseat.
A mind reader, she’s already at the tailgate.
“Wait here.” Snapping the wool out wide, I spread it across the truck bed’s cold metal.
Next, my jacket drops for a pillow. Before I can offer her a hand, she hops up on her own. On her knees now, she grabs my shirt and pulls me in, lips crashing into mine. The kiss? Pure gasoline on already burning desire.
I should slow down—but hell, there’s a hole in my brake line.
Gasping, I cup the back of her head to gently lower us to the metal.
Side by side, her tongue tangles mine. I’m instantly addicted to raspberries, coffee, and something pure Bree. One taste isn’t nearly enough.
Buttons pop. Zippers slide. Clothes vanish. Skin to skin, our hands roam, each stroke ratcheting the tension tighter.
When her fingers wrap around my length, I hiss. Rolling her beneath me, I part her thighs with mine. As I reach between us, her thick swollen nub nearly makes me lose it.
“Flygirl. I’m about to—”
She grabs my cock, placing it at her entrance. “Don’t. Hold. Back.”
Jesus. She already knows me too damn well.
The beast inside me roars. “You sure?”
“Move it, Marine.” Her commanding tone leaves no room for doubt.
“Copy that.” I drive into her in one powerful thrust.
Her bucks make me piston harder. The truck rocks, the shocks groan, and our rhythm builds. Faster. Deeper. Hotter.
Neither of us gives in.
Fingertips digging into her hips, I grind against her, gasping. “Flygirl… on three.”
She grunts, “Oh, God.”
That’s one.
“Two…” I’m so close, stars burst behind my eyes.
Together, we shout, “Three!”
A flock of birds erupts from the trees as we detonate, shattering into bliss. My soul lifts clear off this earth. I swear—I see heaven.
Too soon, we float back to reality.
Somehow, I ended up flat on my back with her on top.
Propped on her elbows, hair mussed, eyes shining, she cups my cheeks. “Think we can make it to the bed for round two?”
I twitch inside her. “Doubtful.”