“Never figured you for a tease.”
“Oh, I’m not.” I unzip his pants and pull him out into the open.
“Shit! D’Rose.”
“Better concentrate on the road,” I say, circling his head with my thumb. Leaning over I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his thickening girth. He buries a hand in my hair and follows my rhythm. I take him deep into my throat, humming and bobbing.
“Right there, babe. Take this dick.” He pops his hips up as much as he can and still drive.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the scent and feel. He’s silk wrapped around steel. I feel the car veer to the right. The road changes, and I know we’re headed out away from the hustle and bustle. The pickup tipped me off immediately to him being up to something, but the tarp on the back prevented me from guessing as to what. I suck harder.
“Shit. You’re going to make me come before the fun even begins.”
I ease off and grip his base, licking the veins that run down the side of his dick. “Never that,” I promise. His cock twitches and I smirk. I still know him just as well as he knows me. There’s not an inch of his body I didn’t explore and know as well as my own once. The truck comes to a stop and I lift my head.
He runs his thumb across the corners of my lips. “You look so fucking hot with your lips all swollen from sucking my cock.”
“Such a dirty mouth.”
“That wants to do dirty things to your pretty body,” he says nodding.
I shiver in anticipation. My panties are soaked, and my pulse points are throbbing. The man literally makes me weak in the knees and he hasn’t even touched me yet. He cups my face and kisses me with a gentleness that makes me fall in love with him all over again. “I love you,” I say against his lips.
“Love you, too, babe.” We separate, and he moves away to open his door. “Stay there.”
I smile as he walks to the back of the truck, preparing the scene. He can be sweet as hell when he wants to be.
After a few minutes, he opens the passenger door and offers up his hand.
I take it and allow him to walk me to the back. The pallet of sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows makes me smile.
“Sex under the stars, comfortable like,” Echo says.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I am. Back then, we could never get enough time together. Between dodging your father, mine, and the members of the club, all our moments were stolen. Now, we can do as we please. I’m taking advantage of being out in the open,” Echo explains. He lowers the tailgate and lifts me up onto the lowered door. I crawl back onto the soft pile and he follows me, countering my every move as he stalks me like a cat of prey. With his light mane, and broad shoulders, he reminds me of a lion. I spread my legs and he settles against me, kissing me with a depth of passion and sweetness that turns me into a melted puddle of goo. I wind my legs around his thighs and rock against the bulge in his unbuttoned jeans.
Our clothes are peeled back and discarded along with the layers that separate us. This is the man that the boy I once fell in love with has turned into. His hands are gentle, and the words he whispers into my ears are sweet. It heals some of the jagged areas of my heart left from the abandonment I’d once endured.
As he fills me, I know there will never be anyone in this world who compares to him. My emotional wall crumbles—I gasp, as I’m flooded with memories and feelings I’d been repressing. Tears escape my eyes and I allow myself to mourn what we lost and accept what we could be. I lift my hips, taking in more than his length as we move together. Here beneath the stars, we’re baring not only our bodies, but souls. The pressure builds. My body shakes and my muscles clamp down. “Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you, too, babe. Forever.”
His heated breath in my ear sends me screaming over the edge. I clutch him to my chest, struggling to hold onto this one perfect moment in the midst of chaos. Breathing heavily, I snuggle against his side as we drift back to Earth, staring up at the sky.
“That was amazing,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.
“Yes, it was.”
“It’s been too long since I got to spend unhurried time inside of you, babe. I hate playing this role.” It’s the most he’s spoken of his time with his family.
“Are
they that bad?”
“Biting my tongue is painful. Especially, when those two new fucks join in. I don’t trust them. It’s more than the racist angle. There’s a hardcore factor for them. I never thought I’d say this about anyone, but what I see in their eyes puts my father to shame. With my dad, it’s misplaced anger for one action on an entire race. Scott and Brett believe it all the way down to their bone marrow. They’re always watching me, showing their disgust, disdain, and mistrust at every turn. I don’t like their boldness. They should know their place and be groveling right now.”
“You think they’re here for something else?” I ask.