Page 43 of Rancher's Heart

My phone rang, and I hit the answer button on my steering wheel. “Yeah.” It came out much more irritated than I’d planned.

“Where’d you go?” Ryder asked, his voice reverberating in the truck.

“Elle’s making me go home,” I said as I let my fingers graze over the seam of her jeans, and she gasped.

“I’m not the one making you go home,” she said as she let her head roll to the side, resting on my shoulder, and let out a slow breath.

“Don’t listen to her. She said, I’m on a timeout until I can learn how to play well with others.” Elle tipped her hips back giving me better access. Too caught up in my hand playing with her pussy to protest anymore. I wanted those jeans off and home was seeming further away than it ever had before.

“Gotcha.” Ryder chuckled. “Drive careful, pal,” he said before the line went dead, Elle moaned as I pressed harder.

The street lights became fewer and further apart as we drove out of town. Darkness enveloped the truck, but it felt brighter with her by my side. “Think I can get you off before we get home?” I asked, my voice low and thick. “Take your pants off.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” She said a little higher pitched than her normal voice.

“I’m serious, woman. Take off your pants and panties.” Pulling my hand away from her thighs I waited.

“I’ll get your seat wet.” Elle didn’t move and I knew it would take her more convincing.

“It’s leather, it can be cleaned. Hurry up. I want to feel how wet you are.” Reaching over I found the button of her jeans andpopped it open. That was all the encouragement she needed. She lifted her hips, the sound of her unzipping her jeans made me even harder in anticipation, as it cut through the silence of the truck. I’d make it my own personal mission to make her come as hard as I could before we reached home. Then I’d do it again, and again. If she thought I almost broke her that day in the hay loft she had a whole other thing coming. Tonight she would shatter around my cock.

With just the dash illuminating the cab, I watched her shimmy out of her pants and I almost drove off the road when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “Aren’t you a naughty girl tonight.”

She eyed me out of the corner of her eyes. A sultry smirk on her lips that begged to be kissed into oblivion by me. “Well, I have to keep you on your toes.”

“And I need to make yours curl, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” I didn’t have to ask her twice, she spread her legs nice and wide and I ran my fingers over her, eliciting a gasp from her when I parted her wet slit. Elle moaned and pressed up into my hand as I coated my hand in her juices. “Do arguments always make you this wet? Because if so, remind me to get you riled up more often.”

“You do have that effect on me. Whether you’re choosing to be infuriating, or not.”

It was true, she was always wet for me, but this was next level.

She whimpered when I pulled my hand away to admire how they glistened in the moonlight, coated in her juices. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. “God, you taste sweet. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, what would give you that impression?”

“Because I don’t hear you begging me to continue.”

“Oh no, please, don’t stop, I might perish if you do,” she brought the back of her hand to her forehead in mock distress.” I stifled a laugh and despite her theatrics put my fingers right back where they belonged. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh tonight, woman.”

Her expression grew serious as she focused on the circles I was drawing on her clit.

“You can pretend all you want that you aren’t needy for my cock. But this wet pussy of yours tells me everything I need to know. You’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“I am, I really am,” she moaned as she rubbed herself against my hand. “Please Griff, I need...” She didn’t finish her thought because I pressed two fingers deep inside her.

“Is that what you need?”

“Yes.” She panted as she moved her hips in sync with my thrusts.

“Is it, really? Or do you want more?”

It was a trick question. I knew how impatient she was. How she was always aching for more. My cock throbbed in my jeans begging to be let loose as she all but rode my hand while my thumb stimulated her clit. “Oh god, I’m going to make such a mess. Are you sure you’re not bothered?” She panted.

Bothered?

I slammed on the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road. Turning the dial on the instrument panel to the off position so the cab light wouldn’t come on when I opened the door and got out of the truck.

“What are you doing?”

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