19. David
DAVID
I think sex on a four-wheeler is very possible, but would like you to confirm.
I grin at the message. Mia and I are openly talking about sex now and I fucking like that.
Before I can reply, I get a second message.
But don’t tell me you’ve actually done it. Just say you think it’s probably possible.
Oh, and a touch of jealousy. I like that a lot .
I think it would definitely be possible.
I haven’t actually had sex on a four-wheeler. Why would I? There are much more comfortable places to have sex. And typically when I’m on a four-wheeler, I’m riding with my brothers.
If I were to have sex on a four-wheeler it would purely be for fun, for the adventure, and because the woman wanted to do something daring and unusual.
Or because she texted me about it and got me thinking about it, and then when I was four-wheeling with her, I wasn’t able to wait until we were back to a more comfortable place.
The woman would just straddle the man, right? It’d be like having sex sitting down almost anywhere, wouldn’t it?
This. Woman.
One day I’m going to spontaneously combust or forget to breathe or read a text while eating something and choke and die.
But what a way to go.
Probably something like that. But his legs will be spread wider to straddle the four-wheeler.
Would that be better or worse?
Depends on how in shape he is. It’ll take more strength to thrust from there.
Well, she would just have to do a lot of the work then.
Fuck.
I’m definitely going to have sex on a four-wheeler now.
Like right now. Or in less than an hour anyway. I’m just leaving work and it won’t take me more than thirty minutes to get home, shower, and change, then get on my four-wheeler and get to Mia’s.
I start to type in a response, but my phone rings before I can finish telling her it would be really great if the woman in question was wearing a skirt or dress in this scenario for easier access.
“This is Officer Bennett.”
“David. It’s Judy Turner. There are fireworks going off in my west pasture.”
I stop on the top step of the Game and Parks office. I frown. “ Fireworks ?”
Stupidly I look up at the sky. It’s not dark yet. How does she know? Of course, fireworks also make noise. But her west pasture is miles from her house.
“Yes. Fireworks.” She sounds like she’s rolling her eyes.
“Do you have any idea who it is?” I continue down the steps and head for my truck. I’m off duty, but Judy’s is on my way home.
“I’m seventy-eight years old. I’m not going out there to do an interview. That’s your job. All I know is it isn’t me, and I’m the one who owns that pasture, so that means someone is trespassing.”
Yes, it does. And lighting fireworks without permission.
My eyes narrow as I slide behind the wheel of my truck.
Just like someone was trespassing on her property in the deer stand.
That’s a lot of trespassing on land that is out in the middle of nowhere.
“You’re sure it’s not your grandkids?” I ask, starting the truck and pulling out onto the road.
“If they did, they didn’t tell me about it. Call me back if it’s them and I’ll just chew them out.”
I open my mouth to suggest she call her grandkids and ask them, but shut it and shake my head. It’s not her grandkids. I’m ninety percent sure I know who it is, though.
And yes, I definitely need to go check this out.
“I’ll swing by and see what’s going on,” I tell her.
“Okay. ’Bye.” She hangs up on me.
Ten minutes later, I turn into Judy’s west pasture and rattle my teeth as I bump along the tiny dirt service road that leads through the pasture and down to the river.
Even though I was expecting to see her, my heart still trips as I pull up and see Mia sitting on my brother's four-wheeler holding a sparkler.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. And it’s not the way her hair is pulled back into a French braid, or that she’s wearing a pretty little pink sundress, or the ankle-high boots that are at least kind of appropriate for walking around in a field of grass.
It’s not even the four-wheeler.
It’s the smile she gives me when our eyes lock.
And just the fact that she’s here.
One word goes through my mind as I shut off the truck, open the door, and my feet hit the ground.
Mine .
She’s mine. She’s here for me, and we’re going to make this work. And anything and everything I have to put up with to be with this woman is worth it.
I stalk toward her.
“Hi,” she greets as I stop next to the four-wheeler.
Her sparkler reaches the end and splutters out.
I take it from her fingers and toss it into the bucket on the ground where there are three other burnt-out sparklers along with the remnants of other fireworks.
I look from the fireworks to her. “You really lit fireworks off?”
“A few.”
“I thought you’d just gotten Judy in on this whole ploy to get me out here.”
She grins. “Oh, I did. But I had these fireworks. I thought I might as well actually light them.”
It’s one thing to be attracted to someone, to feel want and desire, to have lusty thoughts.
But to look into the big green eyes of a woman who is equal parts sweet and naughty and to have a nearly overpowering urge to see the rainbow nails on your hand that your nieces painted because of her, curved into her hip while fucking her from behind is a shocking thought.
I look down at my hand, though. My nail polish is still intact.
Sloan assured us that the clear protective topcoat she applied would withstand all of our jobs for at least a couple of days. She was right and yeah, I want to see my fucking rainbow nails against Mia Hansen’s creamy skin.
I take a deep breath. “Trespassing. Burning without permission. Riding without a helmet. And you shouldn’t fucking be out here by yourself. What if you get hurt? What if you burn yourself? What if you start a grass fire? What if the four-wheeler breaks down? What if you get stuck?”
She gives me a smile and reaches into the pocket of the bag she has hanging from one of the handlebars. She withdraws a phone and wiggles it at me.
“I got a new phone. And there’s good reception out here.”
Fuck, I want her so much.
I reach up and slide my hand along her bare shoulder, under her hair, to the back of her neck. “What if you hit a rock and the four-wheeler tosses you off and you break your pretty neck?”
She lifts a brow. “Is having someone out here riding with me going to prevent that from happening? How? They’ll catch me before I hit the ground?”
I blow out a breath. That scenario hadn’t actually occurred to me until just now when I saw that she actually has a damned four-wheeler here. And no helmet that I can see.
But now that I am picturing her lying crumpled on the ground, seriously injured, my heart is pounding.
“This is not safe. You at least need a helmet.”
She gives me a smile. “Wow. I was looking forward to four-wheeler sex before, but knowing I’ll need to wear a helmet for it makes me really curious about what it’s like.”
I growl. We’ll discuss lighting fireworks in grassy fields without permits later.
Instead, I pull her forward and lean in at the same time.
Just before I kiss her, I say against her mouth, “Your dad isn’t going to scare me off, Mia.”