“Somewhere to figure this all out.”
“Um yeah, that’s not an answer.”
“It’s what I am giving you right now.”
“Shane…”
“Christ, you’re a pain in the ass. I’m taking you somewhere without distractions,” he told me, glancing my way because we were sitting at a red light. “You want to talk, get to know each other on more than a superficial level, great. You just want a good, solid fucking to get us out of the other’s system? Fine too. That’s up to you. But no more bullshit.”
With that, the light changed and his eyes left me and we drove somewhere without distractions. It ended up being about a town over in a giant abandoned parking lot to what must have been some big box department store at one point, many years before.
“Wow. Romantic,” I said with a smile.
“You wanted romance, you picked the wrong brother.”
“Really? Which one is romantic?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Eli can be a sap, believe it or not. And Ryan.”
“Ryan? With his business suits and restrained personality?”
Shane snorted. “Yeah. He’s definitely the most likely to get pussy-whipped out of all of us.”
“Interesting,” I said, my head snapping over when I heard his door open. Before I could even ask what he was doing, his door slammed and I was left to sit in the truck like a sullen child or go out to him. So I opened my door to find him with his arms reached up to me.
“Come on.”
Come… where? There was literally nothing around. But before I could express that, his hands sank into my waist and dragged me down, shutting my door, and slamming me against it. His mouth crashed down on mine- hard, hungry, teetering on desperate. Just like I expected from him; just like I craved. I found my lips just as needy. My arms went around his neck and his went around my lower back, crushing him against me so hard that it was impossible to take a proper breath. His tongue moved out and claimed mine, my throaty whimper muffled by his mouth as my hands sank into his back hard and I pressed my suddenly heavy breasts further into his chest. Everything else in the world fell away in that moment. All there was was his lips, his tongue, his warm breath on me, his occasional deep growl, the possessive pressure of his hands on my body.
I felt myself start to writhe against him, my body demanding his stop denying it what it most wanted and needed. Then, as if sensing the decision on my part, Shane’s lips ripped from mine. Then I was moving. Meaning, I didn’t move myself; Shane did. One minute, I was plastered against him. The next, my front was pushed up against the side of his truck. His hands moved to my shoulders, sinking in for a second, making me genuinely wonder if he was actually about to give me a back rub. But then his hands whispered down my arms slowly until his palms closed around my wrists and pulled my arms upward until he planted each of my hands on either side of the glass to the passenger window.
“Shane…” I said, my voice slightly more uncertain than I was used to hearing it.
I could see him in the pane of glass, illuminated a bit by the moon and little else. Even in the dark, his light eyes seemed incredibly bright. Then his eyes focused downward.
I heard a zipper.
I heard the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper being opened.
There was no going back.
He wanted it.
I wanted it.
There would be no more fighting.
Not a moment later, his hands went to my hips, pulling them outward toward him. His fingers slowly slid over my ass and down to my thighs, inching my skirt up. And I meant… inching. Tiny bit by tiny bit. Until I was wiggling. Until my hands had curled into fists on his truck. Until I was panting. His fingertips grazed over the exposed flesh and it gocsebumped under the attention. The material slid up and over the highest point of my thigh where it met my ass, then up and over until it bunched around my waist.
At that point, I was beyond turned on. My panties were drenched as he slowly pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them without a thought. Every inch of me felt tense, anticipating fingers on flesh, mouth on flesh, anything, everything.
But what I got was completely unexpected.
What I got made me let out a strangled gasp of shock at the twinge of pain mixed with the rush of pleasure.
What I got was his cock slamming balls-deep into me with one long, impossibly thick thrust forward.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I gasped, my fist slamming hard into the side of his door.
His hand moved up and into the hair at the base of my neck, slipping in, grabbing, and pulling back hard enough to smart. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled into my ear, his warm breath making me do an involuntary full-body shiver. His cock was still inside me, giving my pussy a chance to stretch, to accommodate the invasion. “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard,” he demanded.