Page 163 of Wildest Dreams

“Yeah,” I rasp. I take the right turn that leads to the lake and rumble quietly, “Thank God.”

The cabins come into view and I’m relieved to see that everyone must still be camping up the mountain. I steer us carefully around the head of the lake and then put the car in park the second that we’re beside the lake house porch.

I drop back in my seat, gripping myself before I’ve even released the seatbelt. I hear the sound of Ash unbuckling hers beside me and I release my death-grip from the front of my jeans, smacking open the belt mechanism and yanking the strap from over my chest. Then I’m shifting my quads uncomfortably on my seat as I turn around to face her, immediately hunching low as she pushes up onto her knees, leaning over and reaching for me.

My warm palms encase her waist as I dip low to take her mouth, groaning loudly as she sighs with relief. One of her hands caresses over the muscles of my chest while the other grips at the back of my neck, pulling me down so that she can reach me better.

I try and slip my digits down the waistband of her jeans but my fingers are literally too damn big to shove in.

I grunt and pull back, chest heaving as I look down at her.

“Haven’t been inside of you since I told you that I love you,” I rumble. “I need to fix that, right the fuck now.”

“In your car?” she asks, suddenly gasping as I suck her neck.

“Anywhere you want it,” I tell her. “Probably not enough room in the car.”

I kiss my way back to her mouth, releasing a rough grunt when she parts her lips for my tongue. I lick it gently against hers, my hands fumbling with her zipper, then mine, and then I’m reaching behind my neck so that I can rip my shirt over my head.

I toss my shirt in the back, palms cupping Aisling’s cheeks as she massages my chest.

Can’t deny it, that feels really fucking good.

“You gonna bite ’em again?” I ask her, thinking back to that night in the cabin when she sunk her teeth into my nipple.

She smiles up at me, all taunting dimples and beautiful long lashes.

“Why, did you like it?” she purrs, her hands massaging my abdomen now. My muscles flex under her attention, swelling and thickening as she strokes me gently.

“You know I liked it. I loved it.”

I hunch down and crush a gruff kiss to her smart mouth.

“I love you,” I murmur, groaning through my teeth when she helps ease my jeans down my quads.

Or at least she tries to. They get stuck before they’re even down an inch and I’m wincing with every tug as I try to drag them slowly over my throbbing cock.

“Your thighs are huge,” she rasps, pupils dialled the hell out as she watches me.

I breathe out a nervous laugh.

“That a good thing?” I pant, sighing in relief when the denim is finally just above my knees. The muscles of my quads are thick and swollen, flexing hard with adrenaline and the knowledge of what we’re about to do.

She nods up at me, looking flushed and lightheaded.

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “You have hockey player thighs.”

A half-smile tugs up the corner of my mouth as I pull her up for another kiss. I shove my other hand down the waistband of my boxer briefs, grunting hard as I give myself that first rough pump.

She digs her nails into the sides of my neck, pulling back to watch my hand. Seeing the lust and innocence and need on her face, I quickly fumble down my underwear and grip my shaft in my hand, wanting her to see what I’ve got for her as I stroke myself up and down.

“Take off your shirt,” I rumble. “Let me see you.”

I wrap one hand around her hip and work the other over my cock, chest heaving up and down as Aisling pulls off her shirt. She tosses it in the back with mine and then leans over the stick shift, making me groan as she rubs herself up against me. I steel my jaw and toss my cock harder, looking down at her with heated eyes, groaning as she presses those soft tits right up against the large muscles of my chest.

“This bra,” I rasp, glancing down at the baby pink cups. I clear my throat and rumble out, “It’s… pretty. I like it.”

Then I’m removing my hand from my cock and arching my neck as I try to calm my heavy breathing.

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