by Anthology
“You can’t drive, Wade.”
Once outside, I motion toward the truck.
“Then let’s take a rest in the back of the pickup.”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to be added to the long list of women who sleep in the back of your truck.”
“First of all, this isn’t my truck, and second, I’m not fucking you in the back of it. We’re going to nap. There’s a big difference.”
“OK.” She’s stumbling toward the vehicle, and I see she’s never going to be able to get into it on her own. I let down the tailgate and grab her by the waist.
She’s in a pink sundress that barely covers her thighs, so once I pick her up and set her down on the tailgate, her dress rides up her legs and gives me a peek of her matching silk panties.
She’s too out of it to notice, so I grab hold of her dress and pull it down over her thighs.
“Oh, thank you,” she whispers.
“You’re going to have to scoot on back if you want to lie down.”
Laney holds onto her dress this time and shimmies her way back until she can stretch out her legs. I climb in after and lie next to her.
The sky is overcast, and I see rain creeping up in the distance. “It’s going to rain on us,” she says.
“With this Texas heat, it will feel good. If only the inside seat had a balls-chiller, then I’d be set.”
Laney’s giggling again, and I’m finding that making her laugh is my new favorite thing to do. I turn onto my side and face her.
“We fucked up our schedule.”
“That’s OK. I’m honestly not in a rush.” She frowns. “But I guess you don’t want to spend your entire vacation on the road.”
“It’s not been so bad,” I reply.
Laney’s gazing at me, and the longer her eyes linger, the more longing they possess. The beers are talking to me, urging me on, so I lean over and plant my lips on hers.
Her hand grabs the nape of my neck, and she pulls me closer to her. My arm circles her waist, and our tongues tangle. Her mouth is like fire, but I can’t keep my tongue out of it. No way, no how.
My hand slides over her ass that feels fantastic through her thin dress. I growl over how bad I want her, and she moans into my mouth.
“Get a room!” I hear a man shout before several are laughing. Laney yanks away from me, but instead of looking alarmed, she giggles as a group of guys stroll past the truck in the restaurant parking lot.
There’s a crack of thunder, and rain begins to fall on us. Huge drops of water spatter onto her arms. She’s still giggling, and the light in her inviting eyes is blinding my rational thought.
I pull her securely to me again and plunge my tongue back into her mouth. She’s gripping my hair and thrusting her hips against me.
I’m rock hard, and I don’t care who walks past this truck. I’m not letting her go unless she tells me to. My mouth grazes over her neck, and down the exposed area of her chest.
My lips seal over her nipple through her dress, and that’s when she clutches my shoulders.
“Not here. I’m not trying to stop you. Just not here.”
I fight to get air as the rain comes down harder. Lightning shoots across the sky, and Laney stares up at me. We hear the crackle of thunder, and she squeezes my shoulder again and flinches.
“Let’s get you inside the cab.” I climb out, and she stands at the end of the truck bed. I grip her waist to help her out. Before she can move away from me, I pull her in for a hug.
We’re getting soaked, but I don’t care. I want her to feel like this is more than a score for me. I like her, and I don’t want to screw this up.
Laney
Wade helps me get my soaked butt into the pickup. He gets in, too, and then the clouds open up, blowing sheets of water across the truck.
He shifts in his seat to face me, and without taking his gaze off of mine, his hand slides over my thigh. Water drips to my mouth and my breath hitches as his fingers skim their way upward. I lick my lips to wipe the water away.
Where the rain has soaked his skin, the ocean scent of his cologne smells even stronger and fills the cab of the truck. The entire scene of lust leaves me yearning for more.
“Wade, touch me.”
No one could possibly see into the truck from the amount of rain pounding the windshield, so he leans over and plants his wet lips on mine.
His hand migrates upward until his fingertips are grazing my panties. I suck in a breath before his tongue gradually pushes its way into my mouth.
It explores mine and twirls against my tongue ever so lightly as his fingers slip inside the fabric. They skim the outside of my flesh, and my heart pounds against my chest.
It wants to feel everything from him.
Every sensation, every ounce of pleasure his fingers and mouth can give.
I want it all.
I push against his hand and whimper.
“Wade, please.”
It’s been so long since a man’s warm hand has touched me there, and I’m frantic to feel it, but Wade’s not going to do anything fast. No, he’s almost too cautious, probably afraid I will stop him again.
His fingers finally push into me, and I allow my body to sink against them. He groans inside my mouth, and the cab of his truck is like a combustible space, ready to blow with a single strike of a match.
He picks up speed and loses control. His body falls over mine, and our behavior is manic. His fingers move faster and faster as the sounds of thunder and rain crackle around us.
It’s as if we’re in the middle of a supercell, our intense passion generating the powerful energy and updraft it needs to rotate.
I imagine being carried higher and higher…
I’m lifted above the storm and float in a cloud of sheer pleasure.
Coming down from the high, I jerk the button free on his jeans and yank them down enough to get to his stiff cock. He’s holding himself up by the passenger door as I stroke him repeatedly.
His body stiffens quickly, and cum spurts out all over my hand. His head is hanging above me, and even with the extraordinary sound of the rain, I can hear our laborious breaths.
For hand jobs, ours were pretty impressive. I start to giggle from the thought.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No, I’m laughing at us. Thank goodness no one can see inside the cab.”
“I think the cops would hit us with a slew of charges.”
“No doubt.” I remember having placed some napkins in the glove box, so I reach over and pull some out to clean us up.
Wade helps, and we’re both laughing again. “Are you sober yet?” I ask.
“I think that sobered me right up. I didn’t miss a second of it.”
“You’re cute.”
“So are you, Laney. So are you.”
“Maybe we should take an extra day to get to California. Want to check into a hotel early?”
“You read my mind,” he says softly as he gazes at me. His hand cups my cheek, and it seems like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
Chapter Twelve
Wade
AS LANEY AND I ride to the hotel, I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. I clutch her hand and stare straight ahead.
“You asked me yesterday if I’ve ever wanted to be anyone else. I wanted to be Nick at the wedding. Not to get into your pants. It was because I wanted to get to know you. I’ve been drawn to you in a magnetic way since that first night at the bar.”
Laney leans over and kisses my cheek.
“I’ve felt the same way.”
I glance over, and her eyes have arrested mine. It takes all my effort to pull them free and watch the road. I find the nicest hotel as quickly as possible and pull into a parking space.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“My mama always told me that if you don’t get something the right way, you’ll lose it. I want to get this right, Laney.”
/> Her eyes soften even further, and she unbuckles to scoot close to me. “I know I was reluctant before, but don’t be cautious with me. I want this.”
“Alrighty then. Let’s dirty that halo.” I worry Laney will be pissed by my comment, but like many other times, she goes into a fit of laughter.
I think she might be taking her entire wall down for me, and for the first time in my life I don’t mind. I’m falling hard and fast.
Laney
Even after I insist it’s not necessary, Wade books a suite at the hotel. He says it’s our first time, and he’s making it as special as possible, but I worry it’s because he thinks he has to live up to expectations I’ve set in my mind.
He couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d stay in that shithole we stayed in last night and get bed bug bites all over again as long as I was with him. I’m falling for him that much. OK, I could do without the bites. They suck.
Once we reach the room, Wade picks me up and carries me inside. “We’re not on our honeymoon, Wade. All this is too much.”
“It’s important to me, so roll with it, you difficult woman. You’re the first one I’ve wanted to treat with the upmost respect, so let me.”
“Well, it’s sweet of you.”
Once we’re situated in the room, Wade pulls out a fifth of whiskey and refills his flask. I’m concerned that he brought booze with him and that he carries around a flask.
He approaches me with his sexy grin, and I’m entranced by his handsome features.
“What’s wrong, Goldilocks. You look a little nervous.”
“I am,” I utter. “It’s been a really long time for me, and I’ve only been with one other man.”
“He obviously wasn’t a man, or you wouldn’t have gone this long without sex. I’m going to make you feel like I’m the first man to ever touch you, and you’re not going to want to go without after.”
“That’s a pretty bold statement. I’m going to put you to the challenge.”
“Right on.” Wade reaches over his back and pulls his t-shirt over his head. I barely get a look at his superb body before he’s framing my cheeks and planting his lips on mine.
They gradually brush back and forth before I’m opening my mouth for him. Our tongues barely play together as my fingers trail over his abs.
His stomach flinches in the process, and his groan drowns out my whimpers. I slide my hand farther south and feel how hard he is.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Hell, yes.” He smiles against my mouth but then slips his tongue back inside. He’s humorless now as they collide methodically.
He’s precise with every stroke, and it’s sending a tingling to my extremities.
His hands move to the bottom of my dress, and he quickly separates us long enough to pull it over my head.
He unhooks my bra as we kiss again, and his fingers find my nipples in record time. I’m whimpering from the exquisite feel of him tugging lightly and twisting.
“That feels so good.”
“I’m going to make you feel even better, Laney.”
As his tongue travels a path down my neck, he massages my breasts. My head falls back, allowing my chest to stick out farther for him to explore, and he does for several seconds.
There’s a pulsing in my most sacred spot, and I believe there’s a direct link from my nipples straight to it.
He walks me backward until my heels hit the bed. His arm circles around me, and he lays me back. I’m staring up at him and panting for air as he undresses.
His eyes never leave mine, but I have to break our gaze so I can take in the sight of his erection. His cock is magnificent. It’s so long and smooth, and I have this strong desire to touch it.
He removes my sandals and peels my silky panties down my legs. Using them as a slingshot, they fly across the room.
We both chuckle, and leave it to him to still make me laugh in a heated moment like this. He’s funny and handsome and gloriously sexy.
I’m engrossed in his every move until he’s spreading my legs wide. I cover my face with my arm, and he snickers.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“You have to watch me. It’s my one requirement. Oh, that and moaning. I better hear a lot of it.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“It’s hot is what it is, and coming from you it’s going to be the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I know it. I’ve already heard the demo track.”
“I think you’re special.”
“Back atcha, Goldilocks. Now, show me those stunning green eyes of yours.
Wade
Laney moves her arm from her face and grins down at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and we’ve not even gotten to the best parts of this concert.
I fall to my knees and pull her by the legs until her ass is at the edge of the bed. My fingers spread her open, and she lets out a resounding hiss as she sucks in a breath.
“What’s it going to feel like? I mean, well, I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“You’re kidding, right? Tell me the tool you were with at least gave it a try.”
“No. We only had the kind of sex where I lay there and he finished.”
“Douchebag.”
“Totally.”
“I can’t speak from a chick’s perspective, but I’ve found that women love it. You’re really challenging me now, but I’m up for it.”
“I’m nervous.”
“You won’t be in about ten seconds. Mmm, I can smell your arousal, Laney.”
“I might die from embarrassment.” I chuckle, and without another word, I slide my tongue down her pussy.
She sucks in more air, and her body trembles. I go right to work, swirling her clit and driving her mad.
“Oh, my lord. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Don’t die on me.”
“Don’t stop, Wade. Pleeaase, don’t stop.” Her hands shove into my hair, and I believe she’s over her bashfulness. “Bob can’t hold a candle to this.”
“What the fuck? Who’s Bob?”
“My battery operated boyfriend. Don’t stop!”
I’m laughing until she pulls my hair. I go back to work, exploring every inch of her, and I’m getting more turned on in the process.
As my tongue torments her clit with circles and flicks, she glides her fingers through my hair and tugs. She’s staring down at me, but the buildup becomes too much for her to handle. Her eyes close, and she shamelessly moans.
“Fuck, you’re hot. Come for me.”
“Oh, don’t stop. I’m going to come.” She’s panting for air and moaning as she loses all control.
“Yes … yes, Wade.”
Her body convulses against my mouth, and I growl from how exciting it is. She’s hyper-sensitive, and I love that I can make her feel this damn good.
Once she has come down from her orgasm, I tell her to scoot up on the bed. She struggles to find the strength to move as I put on a condom.
I’m on my knees as I push her legs wide open and slide right into her. My palms hit the mattress at each side of her head, and that’s when shit gets real.
Laney’s green eyes gaze up at me. Her cheeks are rosy, and her plump lips are fire engine red. Her blonde curls are spread out all around her, framing her captivating face, and I don’t want to fuck her.
I want to make love to her.
She’s put all her trust in me, and let down her walls, counting on me not to hurt her. There are secrets we both still hold, but I’m getting the sense that we will share them soon enough.
For the first time ever with a woman, I’m terrified. I’ve never put my heart on the line, and I feel it slipping away. It’s in her grasp, but I don’t know if she realizes it yet.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers touch my cheek and then my lips.
“So are you,” she breathes. I kiss her fingers and begin to move. I never let my eyes leave hers. I’d be lost in them if it weren’t for the immens
e pleasure keeping me anchored to the present.
“You feel incredible.” I increase my momentum, and she arches her back, giving me the permission to bury deeper.
I can see and feel the pleasure building for her, too, and once her head slings back and eyes close, I know we’re falling over the edge together.
I finally allow my eyes to snap shut as a dizzying feeling pummels me.
“Christ! You feel wickedly good.” I catch her sultry breaths as they billow toward me. Our eyes open, and she grants me a lazy smile.
“Wicked Wade. That’s secretly been your nickname.”
“I like it, but I don’t think I’m too wicked.” Her fingers brush damp hair from my face.
“I don’t believe you are, either.”
“I sure hope I outdid Bob.”
She giggles, and tears run out the corner of her eyes.
“I can’t believe I told you.”
“Now I know how to get you to confess the truth. Pin you down and provide oral. I bet it will work every time.”
“Maybe.” She coughs and wipes her eyes. “You make me happy. I haven’t felt this happy since my mom was alive. Isn’t that sad?”
“Maybe a little, but it makes me feel pretty damn special. What was her name?”
“Lenora. Laney’s short for it.”
“Named after her, huh?”
“Another confession. No one else knows my real name.” I pull out and lie next to her. Our hands intertwine and feet touch.
“Now, I feel extra special.”
“You are, Wade. You’re extra special. I’m not trying to sound clingy, but you’re making me want the seat next to you on the plane back to South Carolina.”
“Then go back with me. Visit your dad and leave with me. Let’s give this a shot.”
Chapter Thirteen
Laney
WADE’S ASKING ME to consider an “us.” I grin at him. I couldn’t wipe this silly grin off my face if I tried.
“I’m loving the idea.”
“I mean, I don’t want to keep you from visiting with your father, so take all the time you need, but I’d hate to wait until August to see you again.”
