She smiled. “Just a little strawberry and mango mousse.”
“That sounds really good.”
Five minutes later and she pulled out the bowl of fruity mousse crème and spooned it into two glass dessert cups. She put a spoon in each and headed away from the kitchen. Lucky followed.
“Okay, so tell me what you think.”
They sat down on her couch. It was the middle of summer and she liked that her skin didn’t stick to the soft, worn-in suede cushions. She watched Lucky’s face to see his reaction.
“Wow, this is incredible.”
“Yeah, you like it?”
“Oh yeah. You definitely know how to whip up a good dessert.”
“Thanks. I’m glad I passed your test. Silly.”
“Well, you actually haven’t really passed yet.”
“What? You said it was good.”
“I said incredible. But it’s just a dessert. I could probably make something like this.”
“Lucky, you are terrible! Here, give me it back. You can’t have the rest!”
They tumbled around a bit and she actually muscled the rest of his mousse out of his hand and pranced back to the kitchen with it. She had surprised Lucky but hoped he could see the way her smile stretched across her face.
She left Lucky waiting on the couch while she stood in the kitchen and finished up her mousse then put the dish in the sink. She remained there, with his now in her hands.
“Hey you, if you’d like the rest of this, you owe me an apology.”
He stood up and pushed his rolled sleeves from the forearms where they rested, up to his elbows as she watched with anticipation. The white cotton of this western shirt made his skin look all the more tanned. In record time, he joined her.
“I’m sorry.”
She toyed at the mousse with his spoon, still flirting. “For?”
“I’m thinking, hold on…”
She waited but when he looked at her again it was with sincere regret in his eyes. He blinked once. “I’m sorry for telling you I loved you and then leaving. Of all the things I’ve done in my life, that’s the one I regret the most.”
“Oh.” Her brows puckered together. She understood his regret.
Lucky bent down close to her face and pressed his lips perfectly over hers. She let the small glass dish that contained the remnants of his mousse fall into the sink. It thunked loudly but didn’t break. It wouldn’t have mattered if it had. She was so wrapped up in Lucky’s kiss. He broke away for a moment.
“Trista, do you forgive me?”
“Yes.”
“That was too fast. Did you even think about it?”
“Lucky, I didn’t have to. I know why you left. I understand.”
“I won’t leave again.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“So I guess this means I don’t get the rest of my dessert after all.”
“Well, not that dessert.”
“You have something else hidden somewhere?”
“Oh my goodness, you just make this too easy for me! You walked right into that one, hun.”
“What?”
“Yes, I have something else… Oh, Lucky, I don’t want to be funny, or wait any more.”
“You just want me?”
“Yes, yes I just want you. I’ve made you wait long enough.”
He picked her up in his arms and started to carry her to her bedroom, but she stopped him.
“No, not in there.”
“Okay…where?”
She pointed to the record room. “Over there.” Lucky obeyed and headed in the direction of her guest room decked out in old vinyl. But when he got to the doorway, she stopped him again.
“Trista? What’s wrong? You’re not ready, are you? It’s okay.” But he didn’t move to set her down yet which told her this was something he really wanted, in spite of his concern.
“I am. It’s just…none of this feels right. I don’t know what it is. I want it to be so special and I don’t feel any connection like that in here.”
They stood looking like a groom holding his bride over the threshold. Lucky’s arms still hadn’t wavered beneath her.
* * * *
“Please, set me down, Lucky.”
He’d envisioned this moment countless times and it had never gone quite like this. He didn’t know what to expect from his lady and she confused him more by the minute. She left then reappeared with two arms full of blankets and a pillow balanced on top.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“I’m scaring you, aren’t I?”
“Uh…no. Not scaring, but definitely making me wonder what’s going through your head right now.”
“Just come with me.”
Okay, he was biting. He took the pillow and one of the blankets from her and then to his surprise, followed as she opened the front door that led to her porch. They didn’t stop at the porch however, they continued down the steps and over to the area that joined her property with Gramma’s.
It was dark out and late. The summer time sky would have still been light had it been any earlier. He wondered if they were going to sneak into Gramma’s house, to Trista’s old room. The thought made him mildly nervous. Trista probably would have felt more at home in the familiar surroundings of her gramma’s place. But it was risky as he was sure Grace hadn’t changed her rules over the past few months concerning sleepovers with boys. They stopped near where the Jeep was parked.
“Trista, darlin’?”
“Shh, just come here.”
Trista opened the back of her Jeep and laid the blankets out over the folded down seats of the cargo area. As he helped smooth things out, he wondered if he’d fit inside, laying down. It would be a tight squeeze but if she liked the thought of being confined out here with him, he’d find a way to make it work. She was now on her hands and knees, crawling over the makeshift bed. His body tightened in response, his thoughts raced. Remember who you are with. This is Trista. You can’t let her down. She deserves to be treated like a lady. Your lady.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable out here?” he asked her.
“Yes?”
Hmm, he took the chirping rise of her voice as a sign that she really wasn’t.
But he wanted to be anywhere she was. To make love to her with patience and care and tenderness, now seemed to be something that would have to wait. He would enjoy their night together, and if all she wanted to do was lie down in the back of her Jeep and look up at the stars, that was fine, too.
She sat down and waited for him to crawl in and sit next to her. When he did, she took the pillow from his hands and laid it down in the space reserved for his head.
They were both quiet for a moment. He pulled the blankets up over both of their laps. He wished he’d had something to wrap around her back. This dress was the shortest on material he’d seen her wear to date. It wasn’t cold, but they were near the small creek and he worried it would only cool more as the night wore on. He did what any southern gentleman would do for the woman he loved who had dragged him outside to sleep in the back of her Jeep. He unbuttoned his shirt and then draped it around her back.
“There you go.” They both smiled at the action that had become habit for him.
“Lucky, I love you.”
His heart spasmed. “I know you do, darlin’.”
“You do?”
“Yes. It’s why I asked you to marry me earlier.”
“You were just joking, or speaking hypothetically.”
He gazed out into the sleepy nighttime sky that surrounded them, sure of what he was about to do. He poised himself up onto his knees so that he could more easily remove the folded up handkerchief from his back pocket. His head grazed the soft top of the Jeep but he ignored it to bring out the cotton that was folded over a couple times. Unwrapping the folds, he held it out to her, cradling it in his open hands. It was a beautiful yellow daffodil that he had plucked from the church’s flower garden. It matched the color of
the lively threads of the dress Trista now wore which brought a heat to his heart he couldn’t and didn’t want to cool down.
“Trista Jeane Hart, I would be honored and extremely happy if you would be my wife. I love you, darlin’, more than anything in this entire world.”
He handed her the flower.
He admired the way she tried to calm her trembling jaw with a soft, feminine hand and hold the flower in the other. “You really want me, don’t you.” she said shakily.
“Oh Trista, you are insane. Yes, I want you so badly, I’m about two seconds away from scooping you up and sneaking you into your old room, and having my way with you.”
“But I mean, forever, you want to keep me forever.”
“Forever. Yes.”
“I would love to be your wife. Yes Lucas!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He bounced off his knees in his excitement and hit his head on a roll bar. “Ouch.” He lowered his head and Trista rubbed it for him. “I kind of like the sound of that. Yes, Lucas. I think I could get used to hearing you say that more often. Yes and Lucas. Just like that.”
“I might be insane but you are a nut, Lucas.”
“So you’re going to marry me?”
“Yes, Lucas.”
“And we’re going to figure out a way to live together, somehow?”
“Yes, Lucas.”
“And—“
“Lucky—” She set down her flower and brought her hands to his chest. “I want you to make love to me. Here, now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. This is our spot. Remember, you held my hand that very first night, right over there. Well, on those two rocks.” Trista pointed over to the stony perch just to the side of her parking spot. “I’ve spent quite a few nights over the past few months imagining what would have happened if you’d have let me keep kissing you. Do you want to know what I’ve imagined the most?”
He coughed. “Yes.”
“Are you sure you won’t be embarrassed?”
The only thing that would embarrass him right now would be if he came in his pants. “Please, tell me.”
She brought his hand up to her lips and sucked the tip of his middle finger. He was so aroused right now. How long had he waited for this night?
“See your fingers, how long they are and how your skin smooths out just perfectly over them but is still soft?”
He nodded yes, feeling freer to feel than he ever had and closed the tiny distance between his groin and her tummy. She was so sexy and warm pressed up against him.
“I imagine that your—.”
Dear Lord, would she tell him the rest? He touched her face and concentrated as best he could on keeping his eyes on hers so she would know he was dying to hear it. She moved her hands to his hair that he’d left loose just for her and massaged.
“That,” she kissed his soul patch. All his inhibitions died when she spoke into his mouth while staring straight into his eyes. “That your beautiful penis would be just as long as these fingers, but even softer, like velvet. And even though I haven’t had the pleasure yet, that it would taste so good if I was ever lucky enough to have you on my tongue, in my mouth.”
“Holy shit, darlin’.” It was the best he could come up with after hearing the sexiest thing he’d ever been told in all his thirty-two years. He took her hand and led it down, and slowly folded her fingers over the rock hard bulge in his pants. She gave him a squeeze which made him moan. His whiskers must have tickled her ear when he leaned in to whisper. “I can’t wait anymore. I have to have you. Now. But are you sure about out here? You’re not worried about getting caught? I think the seniors would revoke your guest pass for something this illicit. I told you this was a sin wagon.”
They both smiled and he kissed her lips, slowly at first. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, keeping hold of it as he also captured the skin of her chin. Unoccupied, her mouth started to speak distractedly. But then he slid his hand firmly to the back of her head, his fingers danced through her curls and his lips were on her neck like lightning bugs in the thick, humid air of summer. Her nipples hardened as he played with them and continued to suckle at her neck. Lucky for them both she loved her short dresses. She grabbed one of his hands and he could only guess what provocative place she intended on burying it. Maybe between her legs where he hoped he was making her wet, readying her for his body, but instead, she led it back to her butt he loved. She flexed her tush muscles and he groaned, then found his way inside her underwear and squeezed her cheeks, pulling her flesh into his erection.
He felt her swallow and then speak with a breathy fervor, “Well, that’s okay if I get booted. I’ve got a future husband who I could move in with. Or I bet he could probably even build us our own home down here somewhere.”
He replaced his lips with his fingers at her neck, and wiped some of the moisture he’d left from his suckling. He trailed them into her mouth and over her hot tongue, and then traced her lips with their moist tips.
“Oh, Lucky. That feels so incredible. You’re making me so wet right now.” She whimpered at the end while he continued his tracing.
“Shh. Building a house isn’t the only thing your future husband could do for you, darlin’. He paused, aware of the sexual desire burning her just as much as it was him But he wanted to be clear about one thing first. “I want to make a life with you. Day by day and night by night. I want you to be my family.”
He caught an unforgettable look in Trista’s eyes. “Oh baby, I want that too.” His happiness at planning out their new home seemed to bring her joy. He quieted and after finding a comfortable spot on his side, offered her the shelter of being tucked beneath his body. She scooted into him as closely as she could as he pulled the top blanket up and over their heads. Trista giggled from below as he undressed her. While kissing her blindly, he found her ticklish spots again.
* * * *
She’d been giggling, delirious and happy, and burning hot from Lucky’s expert way of stripping her down to nothing while they lay curled up in the Jeep under the blankets. Whose idea had it been to stuff him in here? While she found their situation funny, and his giggling was absolutely adorable, she couldn’t stand not having him inside her for much longer. The throbbing between her thighs couldn’t get much more intense and her boobs felt like they were going to ignite. Poor little things. She tugged at the waist band of his jeans but only got them down to his knees. “Lucky, your legs are too long.”
He blew a long piece of his bang out of his face and then made sure to wrap her up. “I have an idea. Hold on tight to your blankets.”
She obeyed but his idea sucked because he tugged his jeans back up and crawled out of their little love nest. He was about to hear just how much she disapproved until he scooped her into his arms and started walking toward the trees and the creek.
“Where we going, baby? The woods?”
All of a sudden, he stopped short. “Is that okay?” He frowned, looking down at her.
She knew why he asked. But the remoteness that the dark gave off out here wasn’t scary with Lucky. He would never let anything hurt her. Monsters would not stand a chance against his goodness.
“I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather fool around with in the woods.” She trusted him completely.
He took a few more steps, then kneeled and set her down on a soft patch of earth. “I love you, Trista. I’m going to make love to you now. ”
If he could just see himself from where she saw him now. Standing so tall, kicking off his boots, then undoing his jeans, slipping out of them, one long lean leg at a time. The stars and the moonlight were doing the sexiest things to his loose waves. She couldn’t wait for them to fall in his face.
“Come down here you sexy man.”
She opened up her blanket and held her arms out wide as she lay there on the ground welcoming him. The last thing he chucked off to the side were his boxers. Oh baby, there was a God and he had to
like her to have blessed her with this sexy angel. Lucky was so long and hard, she just kept licking her lips in anticipation. The tip of his gorgeous cock was moist as he lowered himself to his knees then spread her legs wider.
He made sure the one blanket was protecting her backside from the mossy ground and then wrapped the other one over his back like a cape.
“You’re beautiful, Trista Jeane.”
There was no way she was closing her eyes now and he didn’t either as he slid the pads of his splayed fingers from her lips, down her chin, between her breasts, past her ribs and belly button until he settled them in her triangle of dark blonde hairs.
Looking at each other with ravenous desire, her hips rose up as he dipped his first two fingers inside her. Then three and four. Foreplay was so unnecessary; she had wet her panties back in the Jeep. But she encouraged him for his efforts. “That’s so good baby. Now more.” He pulled his fingers out from inside her for a second, then paused.
Her baby needed help. She reached up and grasped his lean hips firmly in her hands, tugging him down until she felt his hot erection grinding against her belly. She spread her legs even wider, already enjoying the thrill of the sensations to come.
“Mmm, hold on,” he said to her with a deep chuckle.
She squirmed with impatience but geez he was so sexy. When he dipped two of the fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth and then pulled them out slowly, savoring her juices, she felt her clit start to spasm. Where had her sweet angel learned to be this erotic? She didn’t care; she wanted a taste too and opened her mouth for him.
“We taste good together,” she said as he slid his fingers from her mouth.
“Mmm-hmm.” A wash of his warm breath spilled out across her skin, cooling yet exciting her, making her want to wrap her legs around him and never let him up. “Touch me, Trista. Help me inside you.” His voice came out in the deepest drawl she’d heard yet.
He dipped his head and kissed her passionately, massaging her tongue with his. It was the first time he’d closed his eyes tonight. She felt between their bodies for his hard cock. A bit of moisture already coated the tip so she used her fingertip to massage it into his skin and then she guided him inside her until she felt his pubic hairs flush with hers. Lucky sucked his breath in while still kissing her then pushed further into her.
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