WADE
Tess kissed me.
And told me she likes me.
Me.
Big, heavy, blue-collar, totally out-of-her league, me.
Now, her hands are on my chest, while mine are locked around her back. Her glasses are crooked and her lips are swollen and all I want to do is make this woman moan and scream my name.
The fire's got about thirty minutes before it needs feeding. Which is plenty of time for…well. It's plenty.
But I have a daughter asleep upstairs, a lit up backyard, and two lawn chairs that I don’t trust one bit.
"Come to the truck with me," I say.
I'm not smooth. I've never once been smooth. Not with women at least. I can sweet talk a rack of beef with the best of them, but women…no. And not one as incredible as Tess.
Tess blinks up at me. "The semi?"
"It's private,” I say. "Riley's right upstairs. And this…” I gesture at the rig, and our set up. "...is not ideal."
She grins. "Okay."
"Yeah?" I’m still having a hard time believing this is happening.
"Wade, I just kissed you behind a smoker. My standards for ambiance are extremely flexible."
I chuckle. “Thank god.”
She giggles as I take her small hand in mine and we walk across the yard toward the side of the house. The Peterbilt sits dark and massive against the tree line.
I unlock the driver's side and pull the door open. She steps up without hesitating, that unbelievable ass in front of me for a moment before she’s in and I close the door. I go around to the other side and climb in.
Once I close the door, the cab is lit by the dome light and the dash screen emits a faint blue glow. I reach up and hit the light off before it can fully warm up. This woman does not want to see all of me in bright fluorescent light. That would scare her away for sure.
"You're overthinking, Wade."
"Am not."
"I can hear your teeth grinding,” she says, sliding back into the sleeper area. “Now, come here and kiss me.”
I swallow, and squeeze back there with her. I get a hand behind her neck and pull her in, kissing her slowly and deeply. When my tongue slides into her mouth, she makes a sexy moan in the back of her throat that runs straight to my cock.
I’m going to take my time and enjoy this. No rushing. That's not how I work.
Low and slow, baby.
I move her back onto the narrow mattress, kissing down her throat, inhaling the sweet floral scent of her skin, sucking on the spot where her pulse pounds. My hands are shaking when I slip them under her thermal shirt and push it up.
Her skin is scorching and baby soft against my rough palms and fingers, and I should probably apologize. But she arches into me, moaning, and that’s all the encouragement I need to keep going.
With her shirt bunched up at her neck, I kiss my way across her chest, skimming the fabric of her satin bra. I want to free her luscious tits so badly, but I want to spend the time we have worshipping something else, so they’ll have to wait.
I follow the swell of them with my tongue. She sucks in a breath, and her knee hits the wall of the sleeper.
"Oof," she breathes, laughing.
“You okay?” I lift up and rub her knee through her jeans.
“I’m good. Tight quarters.”
“You’re telling me,” I say, with a chuckle, then lower my mouth to her stomach.
I kiss her belly. "You're so goddamn beautiful, Tess." I run my lips across the waistband of her jeans. "Just you sitting there in my lawn chair with your notebook makes it hard to think straight."
"Wade…" she whispers.
"I'm serious. You walk into my backyard and my already mediocre IQ drops thirty points." I pop the button on her jeans. "I have no idea how I didn’t burn a batch of ribs last week when you bent over to check the intake vent."
She laughs, breathless. "Stop. You did not."
"Tess, it’s a miracle I can still function around you."
I work her jeans down and she lifts her hips to help. I press my mouth to the inside of one thigh, then the other one, dragging my beard along as I go.
I coax her legs as wide as they can go with her jeans at her ankles, then drag my thumb over the triangle of fabric covering her pussy.
She bucks up into my hand with a gasp, and I growl, pulling her panties aside.
I slide my tongue through her folds, slow and flat, as she whimpers. Her heady scent is intoxicating as I bury my face between her legs.
Fuck me, this is heaven.
She moans as I devour her, licking and sucking. I tease her entrance then circle her clit as she writhes and gasps. The way she tastes—Christ, it’s delicious, and I can’t get enough of it.
"There," she whispers, as I nibble on her, rolling my tongue over her tender flesh. "Oh god, that’s good, Wade…" Her fingers curl against the walls.
"Here, baby?" I say against her. "Is this what you like?"
“Fuck yes,” she groans, as I suck gently at her clit, holding her thighs apart.
I work her with my mouth, patient and unrelenting, reading her the way I read a fire—by the heat, her response, by the small gasps and shivers that tell me when to hold steady and when to take her higher.
Her thighs tense around me and her breathing goes ragged…”Wade…Wade…” she mewls, her desperate pleas driving me up the wall.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I rasp. “Let me feel you shake and drench my tongue.”
“Yes, yes…” she cries, rocking her hips, as I groan so she feels the vibration of my voice.
I swirl my tongue over her again and again, addicted to her taste.
“I’m gonna come, Wade…I gonna…”
She detonates, fisting one hand in my hair, her heel braced against the wall. She lets out a choked cry as her body pulls tight and releases. I stay with her through it—easing off when she shudders, pressing back in when her hips chase me—until she goes limp and her grip in my hair loosens.
“Oh…oh…”
I kiss her thighs, nipping at them as my heart slams against my chest. The cab smells like her, the woodsmoke, and the leather of the seats.
She tugs at my shoulder. "Come here."
I slide up beside her in the narrow bunk, one arm under her head, and she kisses me thoroughly. I’m sure she can taste herself and that’s hot as hell.
Then her hand goes to my belt.
My fingers close around her wrist. It's a reflex. I haven’t been with anyone for a long, long time, and my body isn’t…
She pulls back to look at me.
"Please, Wade," she whispers. "I want to taste you, too."
Those big, blue-green eyes are blinking back at me. I want her mouth on me. God, I want her to suck my cock until I can’t see straight. But that means she's going to have her hands on me, and her face near my gut, and the blue glow from the dash is still enough to show the shape of what I am.
I reach over and angle the dash screen down until the glow cuts to almost nothing. The cab goes properly dark.
"Okay," I say, voice rough.
She doesn't comment on the light, or ask why. She just kisses the corner of my jaw and her hands go back to my belt, working the buckle open, and I lift my hips and let her inch them down so she can pull my raging cock free.
But I still tug my shirt down to cover my stomach.
“Look at this big steel beast,” she says, as she wraps her hand around my thick length. I suck in a breath so sharp it almost scares me.
“Tess, damn, that feels amazing.” I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, and her fingers are…fucking confident and warm. And when she starts stroking me, my brain goes haywire. God, I’m gonna come in seconds.
“Your cock is what’s amazing, Wade. I bet you were really popular.”
I chuckle, my head falling back. “I married too young to test that theory.”
She continues to slide her hand up and down, using my pre-cum to make it easier. I’m moaning already, and when her other hand reaches down to massage my balls, I gasp again. “Tess—shit, I’m not gonna last.”
She shifts down the bunk and takes me in her mouth.
“Oh god…” One hand goes to her soft hair, the other pushes hard against the wall, trying to hold on. The world feels like it’s tilting. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she pushes down and pulls up. I’m already so close.
Her tongue traces my tip as she gently sucks and I let out a long groan. My hips buck up and I shiver.
"Sorry….hell, Tess I'm—" I manage.
She moans against me, and the vibration has me on that sweet edge. I’m fighting it because fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever had done to me. With my ex or on my own.
She keeps slowly taking me apart. Somewhere in the middle of it her other hand skims under my shirt. Her fingers spread across my ribs and then drift down, and when her nails drag along my belly I moan so loudly I hope I don’t wake my neighbors half a mile down.
A full shudder wracks my body from my chest, to my belly, down to my thighs. Maybe even my toes.
I pull my shirt down again.
She pauses. I can feel her reading me in the dark, then she withdraws her hand from under my shirt and puts it on my thigh instead. She kisses up my shaft, stopping to lick the head, sliding her tongue along my slit, and I jerk, gripping her hair.
Fuck, I can’t take much more…
But then she relaxes her jaw and takes me deep, and I can't think anymore either.
"Tess, I'm close." My voice cracks. "You gotta move or—"
She sucks me all the way to the base in response.
And that’s it.
I come in a blaze of glory. “Fuck!”
My entire body locks up and then starts shaking. Her headband slides off as I get her hair in one fist and the edge of the mattress in the other and I'm saying her name followed by things I probably won't remember right after.
She works my cock through it, swallowing around me, milking everything out of me until I'm trembling and spent and the cab is filled with the sound of my heaving breaths.
Her mouth softens and then she’s licking me, gently, easing me down…
And the timer goes off.
The shrill digital beep rips through the cab like a smoke alarm.
Then we both look at each other and start laughing, wheezing and helpless and wrecked, as she moves back to a sitting position.
“Shit, I can't feel my legs, Tess."
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand so casually it’s erotic. “I’m still wobbly myself, Wade.”
I grin, tucking myself back in and pulling up my pants. My hair is sticking up and I'm tugging my shirt back into place.
I’d feel like a teenager again, if it wasn’t for the loud popping of my joints as I moved around the cramped space.
She’s pulling her shirt down and adjusting her panties and jeans, and a rush of heat fills me again.
"Let’s go feed your fire," she says, with a smile, as we climb down from the truck, and walk back to the rig.
But she just fed my fire, and I’m already craving more.