Page 141 of Heart & Hope

She opens the driver’s door and maneuvers me closer to the inside.

The new car smell hits me in the face. I scrunch my nose up as the bridge of my nose burns. This woman. She is more than I fucking deserve.

“Rubes... I can’t.” I swallow past the stone wedged behind my Adam’s apple. I amnotfuckin’ cryin’.

“Yes, you can.” She pushes me closer. “Unless you want me to drive?” Her eyebrow hitches, and she gives me thatdon’t argue with me, Reedface she does so damn well.

“Nope.” I chuckle and slide into the seat. The soft, buttery Napa leather is heaven. I grip the wheel with both hands, running an eye over the dash. It’s similar to my old one, with a few upgrades.

“Does it feel as good as the old one?”

I turn back to her. “Hop in, baby, let’s find out.”

She closes the driver’s door and walks around the front. Her blonde hair bounces over her shoulders as she runs an elegant finger across the hood, holding my attention. My blood sinks fast, and my cock stretches my jeans. I start the truck up and get the warm air pumping.

When she slides into the passenger’s seat, I reach for her. She crooks a finger. I slide on over to her seat and she rises up and spins, coming back down on my lap, one leg on either side. Dainty kisses pepper my lips and jaw. Her hands under myshirt are freezing now, sending goosebumps over my back and shoulders. “Sweet Jesus, Rubes. Let me warm you up.”

“I like it when we steam up the windows.”

“Same, baby.”

She wriggles on my lap and heat rushes my body as I take in the most amazing woman on the planet, right in front of me. I will never deserve her. But I will do everything I can, every day, to try to. My wife.

Ruby Jane Rawlins.

Sounds fucking perfect.

Hungry hands shove the coat from my shoulders, crawling back under my shirt. I sit, watching her. The way her eyes catch me. The way she comes alive at my touch. The hitch in her breath when I cup her face with my hands and pull her in for a kiss. She opens for me, and all of a sudden, I can’t breathe... but in the best way possible.

Hands dropping to her striped boat neck navy shirt, I tug at the hem. “This all comes off, Rubes.”

“We’re gonna have to fog up these new windows good to keep warm,” she utters.

“Listen to that Montana talk slipping past those pretty fucking lips.”

“They’d look better wrapped around your cock.”

She slides from my lap and makes short work of my jeans. I rise off the seat as she pulls them down. My rock-hard cock springs free, and she grips the base with one fine hand and pumps it. Gaze burning into mine, she takes the tip into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she takes it all.

My head falls back on the headrest, my hands sinking into her hair. She pulls back up, suction tight. I groan, fisting her hair. I want her wrapped around me, those gorgeous breasts in my face while she rides my cock. “Rubes, up here, now.”

Hands under arms, I tug her up. She licks her lips and I slide her jeans off, leaving the lacy red panties behind. Sending the seat backward, I remove the rest of her clothes. The windows are well and truly foggy now. Our breathing heavy, every touch is so desperate. I run a hand down her belly, finding her apex.

“Reed.”

“Tell me what you want, Rubes.”

“You, everywhere.”

“You have me, beautiful.”

I slip two fingers inside her. She’s fucking soaked. She wriggles forward, straddling my lap. I retract my fingers and line up the head of my cock with her wet center. When she leans forward, those gorgeous breasts in my face and her blonde hair surrounding me, I slam up into her.

The sweetest whimper tumbles from her lips. Seated up to the hilt, I kiss my way from her neck to her hard peak. Tangling my tongue around the left nipple, I grip her hips and lift her up. This time, Ruby drives down, taking up the rhythm between us.

The windows are a white out.

The truck rocks on its wheels as we meet each other, stride for stride. And the beautiful wreck claiming her face tells me all I will ever need to know.

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