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JACK
Bridgewater was small enough I figured I'd find Catherine either on my own or by enlisting help. I just didn't realize the help I'd be getting would be Sam's. And by eating her pussy. She wasn't just Airplane Girl either. She was little Katie Andrews, all grown up. I vaguely remembered her from… hell, fifteen years ago. She'd been all of twelve or so and had played with Declan MacDonald's kid sister. I'd been in high school at the time and a little kid wasn't even on my radar. I'd had my eyes on the cheerleaders. Hell, I'd been eyeing any girl with perky tits. I'd been a horny teenager and all I wanted to do was get my hands on some and get laid. I'd had a one track mind back then.
Now, with Katie Andrews—all grown up—sitting between us in my truck, I still had a one track mind. Her. I looked forward to getting my hands on her perky tits, too. I'd had a semi ever since they were in my face on the plane.
Just the sight of her as she was lost to her pleasure as she rode Sam's face had me almost coming in my pants. She was gorgeous all relaxed and flushed and while I didn't mind that Sam had made her that way, I wanted to put that look on her face. We should have gone to Sam's place since it was in town. Much closer to the bar. But I wanted her where she could be as loud as she fucking wanted; I didn't need one of his neighbors calling the police because Katie was a screamer when she came.
Since it was ten miles to the ranch, I needed to keep Katie's mind from turning back on. I remembered how she was on the plane, stressed and worried about work, overthinking. I had no doubt if she had her pilot's license she would have gotten her own fucking plane so she could be in control.
While I had her cell and she couldn't find out what was happening outside of the truck, she could simply turn on that Type-A mind of hers and start to analyze everything, to try to grab that control again. That was no fucking good. When she clasped her hands in her lap and started wringing them, I knew we were close to trouble. She needed to stay occupied and I knew just the way.
“Slip off your panties.”
Her hands stilled and she looked up at me. “What?”
“Take off your panties,” I repeated.
“Why?”
Sam shook his head and laughed.
“Because I want to see your pussy. I want to play with it on the way to the ranch. Because I want you thinking about what I'm going to do to you once we get there.” And nothing else.
“We,” Sam added. “What we're going to do to you.”
“You had an up close and personal view of that pussy earlier. It's my fucking turn,” I told Sam. I couldn’t help the rough tone. She’d all but straddled my lap on the plane and he’d been the one to have her come all over his face. Not fucking fair. I could pound nails with my hard on. Just watching her, hearing her orgasm was almost enough to make me come in my pants. “Sweetness, take off those panties.”
Even with her seat belt on, she was able to shimmy her hips and work the little scrap of lace down her legs and off. When she held them in her hands, I snatched them from her and stuffed them in my shirt pocket. I felt the dampness on them and her sweet scent rose up to me. Fuck.
“No more panties or I'll just keep taking them.”
With one hand on the wheel, I placed the other on her thigh and worked her flirty little skirt up. Sam did the same with the other side and soon enough her pussy was exposed. Thank Christ for straight roads or we would have been in a ditch.
Only a hint of color remained in the sky, so only the lights from the dashboard illuminated her. I could see that she had a small triangle of hair at the top. Cupping her knee, I spread her legs apart. I ignored her gasp when I saw she was wet. Her little folds practically glowed with the pale blue light.
I couldn't resist and slid my fingers inward, sliding them over her. Wet and hot, like silk. As I parted her folds and slipped a finger inside of her, Sam found her clit.
When Katie rocked her hips up and a throaty cry filled the truck's cab, Sam said, “Stop driving like a fucking old lady. I want to come deep inside this hot pussy, not my pants.”
I put my foot down on the accelerator. “No fucking kidding.”
By the time I pulled up in front of the main house, Katie was on the brink of coming—her pussy walls were clenching my fingers— and she had a death grip on both our wrists.
“No coming, sweetness.”
“What?” she cried, breathy and frustrated. Her dark gaze lifted to mine, confusion and passion warred.
“We're in charge now,” I told her, so there was no question in her mind she wouldn't be running this show. “That includes your pleasure.”
“We say how, we say when,” Sam added, opening his door and hopping down.
After stepping out of the truck, I reached back in, slid her across the seat and threw her over my shoulder, ass in the air. Sam was ahead of us on the steps and I tossed him the keys.
“Jack! Put me down!”
Sam pushed the door open and I walked right through and up the stairs.