“Fuck!” I scream. “Don’t stop!”
He doesn’t. He keeps moving, tasting, enjoying me as my body convulses and fires shots of excitement into his mouth. Slowly, he pulls a suction away, kissing me gently as he eases off.
I’m dead, drained. “I’ve never come so hard in my life. You’re good at that. Too good,” I say, turning toward him. “How experienced are you?”
He laughs. “Not experienced enough. I got lucky. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in maybe fifteen years.”
My eyes widen. I thought it was bad that I was a virgin at twenty-five, but he’s in his forties. I can’t imagine having this experience then not having it again for fifteen years. I want to ask why, but I wonder if it’s rude, especially since his cock is standing on end. I need to take care of the man.
“I want to sit on you. Can I try to push it in?”
He nods. “I’m up for anything you are. Just don’t push yourself too hard. I don’t want you hurt.”
“I want you,” I say, aching to be spread wide.
I straddle his lap and squat down on top of him, edging his tip in ever so slowly.
His eyes close and he moans as he tips his head back.
I’ve imagined a million times what it would be like to give someone this much pleasure, but it’s nothing like the moment played out in my head. It’s better.
My mound is slick and soft as I arrow down on his swollen purple crown. His girth pushes the lips of my entrance further than I thought possible. I haven’t gotten him in very far before a knock hits the side of the van so hard that I scream.
“You two aren’t keeping any secrets in there,” a man’s voice says. “You’re panting so loud I can hear you from the street.”
I glance toward Wyatt, my brows narrowed as though I’m trying to figure who it is, but he seems to recognize the voice right away… and the look on his face tells me this man isn’t going away with a warning.
Chapter Six
Wyatt
There are two people in this world that I could go without ever seeing again. The first, is my father, who’s a drunk that up and left in the middle of the night like my mother, my sister, and I didn’t matter. The second, is Tag Javelin. There’s a special place in hell for the man who’s threatening a custody battle against Henry and Cami for their daughter Raven. He’s a tall, lanky guy in a business suit that looks like he doesn’t belong.
“I’m looking for Henry,” he grunts, as I swing open the van door. “I tried the bar, but it’s closed for the night. So is the tattoo shop. You two are the only ones making noise out here this time of night. Where does he live?”
I look toward the man and my jaw clenches as I hop down out of the van. It’s gotten darker since Josie and I went inside. “I’m not telling you shit.”
The man steps toward me closer. “I’m not asking.”
I laugh. “You’re not telling either, brother. I don’t follow orders.”
Josie hops down from the van and crosses her arms in front of her chest, staring Tag down. “I thought you’d be bigger. I mean, if you’re going to mess with Henry, you’re going to need about a decade of hitting the weights first. You do realize that man is twice your size and would snap you like a twig, right?”
He scoffs. “What? I’ve met him and I could take him.”
She smiles, her sundress back in place. “Without a weapon? You do realize this is a mountain town, right? Men around here don’t go to the diner without shotguns and axes.”
The man looks down and away, before he readjusts his gaze toward me. “Do you always let your woman get this out of line?”
I laugh. “So far she’s just been saying the God’s honest truth. If you don’t get out of here soon, someone will make you.” I step toward him, my teeth bared as I think about all the heartache and worry he’s put my friends through.
“You don’t know Raven. You’re only going to cause her pain.”
“Cami has a lawyer, a good one. They say you’re not fit. They can prove you knew about Raven. They can prove you didn’t try to be a part of her life. They can prove she’s better off without you.”
Man, I love a woman who stands up for the people she loves.
Tag laughs. “You do realize how much money I’m worth, right? I could take Raven full time. I could show her a life outside of this dumpy piece of shit mountain, and I could do it without a lawyer.”