Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
LOLA
I place my hands on either side of his face as I lift myself properly to straddle him.
“How’s your research going? Or do you already have a lot of experience with city girls like me?” I ask, biting my lip.
He tilts his head slightly, studying me like he’s weighing something up. “You’re my first,” he says.
And it makes me smile.
He licks his lip slowly. “Ah. You’re the jealous type.”
I nod. “Yeah. I guess I am.” Which surprises me. I never cared what my old boyfriends did. Half the time, it was a relief when they disappeared with someone else.
But with Hunter… Part of me wants to matter. To be something different for him.
“Well,” he mutters, hands sliding up my thighs, “so am I. Very fucking jealous.”
Then he smacks my ass, and heat flashes straight through me, my body reacting instantly.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes. You can’t seem to do anything wrong,” I blurt out, immediately realizing I’m giving too much away.
His mouth curves slightly. “Well, neither can you.”
He shifts us slightly and reaches back, rummaging in his pocket before pulling out his wallet. He flips it open and pulls out a condom.
“Well, Miss I’m-Ovulating,” he teases, “I’m guessing you don’t want a kid with the cowboy you just met.”
I snort, pluck it from his fingers, and toss his wallet onto the seat beside us.
My breath catches slightly as I help him, surprise flickering through me at just how big he is. Nerves twist with excitement in my stomach.
I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and start to work, and his head tips back, jaw tightening.
“Lola,” he groans, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m already on the edge just watching you. And I need to make you come on my dick tonight.”
A small giggle slips out of me, nerves and adrenaline colliding, and his dark eyes snap back to mine.
“I’m not joking, firefly,” he says. “You’re dangerous.”
I swallow, pushing my hair from my face. “What about if you came down my throat? Don’t you want that?”
“Fuck,” he hisses softly.
“Baby, please,” he whimpers, leaning in for a kiss.
And suddenly the power shifts, just a little, and the way his voice drops sends heat rushing through me all over again.
“A man who begs. I like this,” I murmur against his lips.
His hand fists in my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle as he deepens the kiss.
“I’ll beg for your sweet pussy, Lola,” he whispers. “But remember…”
He takes the condom from my hand and finishes putting it on himself.
“…I’m still in charge here.”
He winks, hands sliding to my waist as he guides me closer, his voice softer now.
“That’s it,” he says. “Easy, darlin’. I got you.”
He lines his dick up after sliding it over my aching pussy. I hold onto him and take a deep breath as I lower myself onto him.
“Oh, my God.” I cry out as he thrusts his hips up.
His fingers tighten at my throat, while his other hand digs into my ass as he takes control completely, every movement confident and overwhelming, leaving no room for doubt about who’s leading this.
He moves with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs, like he’s trying to consume every reaction, every sound, every breath I give him. When his mouth crashes against mine, heat explodes through me so violently I nearly lose it right there.
And when his palm lands against my ass again, my body melts even further against him.
To the point I can barely breathe. Hunter owns this moment.
Owns me in it. Every powerful movement pulls another cry of his name from my throat, over and over, until I’m not chasing pleasure anymore, I’m desperate for it.
“Fuck… fuck,” he groans against my ear, voice rough with restraint hanging by a thread.
I lean forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder, and a growl rips from his chest in response. His hand fists in my hair, guiding me back, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“You’re close,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin. “I can feel it. Fuck, Lola. So tight.”
My whole body trembles, every nerve stretched tight.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders.
The command leaves no room for argument, and this time I don’t even think about pushing back. I obey, and his hand wraps around my wrists, holding them easily.
“I need to come, Hunter,” I gasp. “Please… please.”
His mouth claims mine, stealing the words from me, and everything fractures.
“Now,” he grunts.
The release hits me like a freight train, violent and all-consuming, my entire body shaking as pleasure crashes over me.
And he follows, holding me tight as the moment pulls us both under.
Afterward, we stay there, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, the world outside the truck completely forgotten. Then, unexpectedly gentle, he presses a soft kiss to my temple. And a tear slips from my eye before I even realize it’s there.
He pulls back immediately, hands coming up to frame my face, concern replacing heat in his expression. “Lola, you okay?”
I glance at the fogged windows, and I lean over, drawing an ‘L’ with my finger. Then I look back at him. “I’ve never… felt anything like that before.”
A real smile spreads across his face, and he brushes the tear away, pulling me back into his chest, his hand rubbing slow circles along my back as he holds me close. “I’ve got you, firefly.”
And my heart stumbles in my chest. Because this suddenly feels dangerously close to something real. And that scares the hell out of me.
He already told me that he doesn’t do relationships. He has a son. A ranch. A life I don’t fit into. And if this keeps happening, I won’t be able to separate the feelings from the sex. Not when he’s like this with me. Not when it feels so good in his arms.
This feels like walking into a fire head-on.
“What’s going on in your head?” he asks quietly.
I sit back slightly, fingers trailing along his jaw. “A lot,” I admit.
How much I want to see him again. How I know this is a one-night—or one-truck stand—but I feel something more powerful.
None of that comes out of my mouth. So instead, I say one thing I do mean. “Thank you,” I whisper softly. Like a strange goodbye. He isn’t a man you catch feelings for. And I’m running from a life I don’t want back home, who knows where I want to be in five years.
His home is here. His son is here. And I’m overthinking this way too much already. He studies me carefully. “Why does it sound like you’re about to run from me?”
I chew the inside of my cheek. “Because I am,” I choke out. The words hurt coming out.
He chuckles softly, like he expected it. “If that’s what you think is gonna happen, alright.”
I frown at him. This wasn’t part of the deal. There is no round two. I assumed he was the kind of guy who would push me away, not hold me closer.
“Firefly,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along my chin, “My cock is still inside of you. And after what we just did, you want to spend the rest of your life just dreaming about this moment? Or do you want it to keep happening? Over and over again? All the different and new ways I can make you feel alive. You want to run away from that? Huh?”
And damn it, the answer is obvious. But that’s exactly why I need to walk away. “It’s not that I want to,” I admit. “It’s that I think I should.”
He tilts my chin up gently. “I can chase, darlin’. And I’m real good at it. We’ll do it your way if you need. But the end result’s still gonna be the same.”
Panic flashes, and the lie slips out before I can stop it. “I’m leaving town soon; it’ll be a lot of chasing.”
He doesn’t even flinch. He just shrugs, like obstacles don’t matter to him. “I’ve got contacts in New York.”
I shake my head. “You are not leaving your ranch, or your son, to chase some random girl across America.”
He chuckles, lips brushing mine again. “You don’t know what you’ve just unleashed in me, baby. And don’t ever put yourself down like that again. You hear me.”
I nod.
The kiss that follows is supposed to be a goodbye. But it doesn’t feel like one. It feels like a see you later. And as I finally pull away, one thing becomes painfully clear.
Cowboys do, in fact, fuck better. Even in the cramped back seat of a truck.