Chapter 39
KADE
The stands are still full, with a couple more events to go, as Chloe drags me across the parking lot.
I thought the night was over the second she brought up telling my family about all of this, but the truth is, it’s something I’ve been thinking about more and more.
My hangup is that I’m not ready, and I’m not sure when I will be.
We weave through the rows of cars, her laughter filling the air as she rushes to the truck. Our disagreement was nothing but a blip. There’s no denying it, I’m a lucky son of a bitch and I’m not going to do anything to ruin this thing between us.
Not only did I win the bareback riding buckle, but Chloe agreed to be my girlfriend.
When we reach the truck, I unlock the doors, holding the driver’s side open for her to climb in and across to her seat. She takes my hand, stepping into the cab before setting her camera down on the far side of the bench.
The muffled music from the arena penetrates the truck when I slam my door shut, closing us in our own little bubble. I pull my bandana off and rest my head against the headrest before rolling it to look at her, a soft smile on my lips.
The air crackles with tension, and before we know it, neither of us can take another second. I reach for her as she moves to climb into my lap. Our mouths connect in a fumbled mess of tongues and teeth.
We jump apart, our chests heaving, when the horn blares, punctuating the night air. I band an arm around Chloe’s waist and slide across the bench before moving her camera to my seat and relaxing back.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I whisper, “That’s better.”
She’s all I see. The world could implode and I’d be none the wiser.
Chloe closes the gap between us, gently brushing her lips over mine.
She rolls her hips, and I grip them, pressing her down onto my hardening cock as I urge her on.
When she pulls away and kisses a path along my jaw, I groan, lost in the moment and uncaring that we could be discovered at any moment.
“When I saw you riding out there”—she pauses, moving down the column of my throat as her fingers make light work of the buttons on my shirt—“I got a little scared.”
A groove forms between my brows as I try to concentrate on what she’s saying before I pull her back to look at her face. “You did?”
Chloe rests her hands on my chest, the feel of warm skin on mine grounding me.
“Yeah. With everything you told me about your uncle, and then you getting thrown from the horse and not moving. It felt like an eternity passed and every ‘what if’ went through my mind. I just want you to be safe. But seeing you ride that horse, Kade, I…” Looking away, she stares out of the window before dragging her gaze back to me.
“I’m so turned on and conflicted. Watching you win, the way you looked so in control and powerful.
It was hot. But the whole you-could-die thing scares me. ”
An emotion I can’t quite describe flares in my chest. I don’t like that she was scared, but I’ll never get over the fact that while she watched me ride, she was turned on and craving me.
Unsure of what to say, I lean forward, capturing Chloe’s mouth with mine. In an instant, we fall victim to our desire.
Fumbling for the hem of her dress, I push it up, fisting it at her waist before pulling away to look at the space between us.
I groan when I see the little shorts hugging her curves.
They’re a test of my patience, and I have no hope of passing.
Settling my hands at the top of them, I pause, before tearing the material down the front seam.
Chloe gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders before she drags them down my chest. I capture her mouth, our tongues tangling in a battle we’ve been preparing for our entire lives.
I seek out her clit, my thumb flicking over the nub as she moans into my mouth, rocking her hips against me.
Ripping her mouth from mine, Chloe throws her head back, sucking in air like it might be her last breath. “Kade. Please,” she rasps, her eyes scrunched closed.
My own voice is a deep rumble that mirrors her need when I ask, “Please, what?”
Chloe presses a hand to the window, holding on to the steering wheel with the other as she thrusts into the air. “More. Now. Please.”
Not one to deny her, I slide a finger inside, her slick heat covering me as she sighs.
The satisfied sound echoes around the cab, and my cock jerks in the tight confines of my jeans.
Chloe rides my finger, using it to find her release, and when she starts making sounds of frustration in the back of her throat, I slide in another.
I apply a light pressure where I know she needs it most, my gaze darting between her flushed cheeks and the mess she’s making on my hand, as I try to figure out which is my favorite sight.
A flash of light through the back window sends tension through my body, and Chloe stills, slapping a hand over her mouth as if whoever is out there might hear her.
Neither of us moves or dares to breathe when the sound of static fills the air.
A muffled voice penetrates the glass before the flash of white light swings over us again and then grows dim as whoever was outside walks away.
Chloe and I stare at each other, biting back grins, before I break eye contact and look down at the space between us.
“That was close,” she whispers, her attention half on the dark parking lot beyond the driver’s side window.
She moans when I move my fingers inside her, rubbing my thumb over her clit as I distractedly reply, “Yeah, it was.” The interruption hasn’t doused the flames of my arousal, and the way Chloe’s hips are softly rocking against my hand, I don’t think it’s affected her either. But I still ask, “Do you want to stop?”
“Not a chance, handsome.” Ghosting her mouth over mine, she rocks on my fingers before adding, “I need you inside me now, Kade.”
I waste no time in freeing my cock when she lifts off me enough to give me access. Stroking myself, I squeeze my length in an effort to control the need creeping through my veins to claim her.
A protest is on my lips when Chloe wraps her hand around me, guiding my cock to her pussy. She slides down it, her sigh mingling with my groan in the space between us. Is it always going to be this good? It’s like coming home. Every. Single. Time.
We kiss as she adjusts to my size, her body stretching to take me even as her walls contract. I let her set the pace, supporting her weight, slowly sliding her down my length before lifting her again.
A bead of sweat runs down my spine as I fight to hold on to my control. It would be so easy to meet every glide with a thrust and selfishly take my release from her, but I would never do that to her. She’s the one in control. Always.
We continue at this agonizing pace for what feels like an eternity before she reaches between us, rubbing her fingers over her clit. Her cries fill the truck, loud and unfiltered as she mumbles, “More. Harder. Faster. Please.”
I thrust up as she drops down, our movements uncontrolled and desperate. My fingers dig into her ass, and before I know it, the familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine as my balls draw up.
Chloe spasms around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth, and I cry out, cum shooting from my tip. When she collapses against me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as my body continues to convulse, the strength of my orgasm rocking me from head to toe.
We stay like this, holding on to each other, until we regain our strength, and then we fix our clothes, and I drive us home. What we did in my truck was pure, unfiltered lust. But I spend the rest of the night making love to Chloe like nothing else matters.