Page 18 of Bucked Hard

And get his lips onto your lips. Both sets if at all possible.

I outstretch one hand as if I’m placing it on the small of her back when she turns to follow me. I want to touch her more than I want my next breath, but she’s not ready even if I am.

Fuck, if she knew what was crossing my mind right now, she’d run out into that corn field and never look back. But instead she gives me a wispy smile and bites her bottom lip. In the dark it’s hard to see all the stunning detail of her eyes, but I can feel them roll over me and my dick is back with a vengeance. He knows what he wants and I don’t blame him. This little dove has her sweet talons already digging into my heart and I know exactly jack shit about her.

“Why didn’t you call someone?” I ask, doing my best to not set off her creeper radar.

She shuffles in the dirt. “My phone died.” She doesn’t quite pick her feet up entirely with each step and it’s cute as fuck. “I’m not a phone person, I always forget to charge the stupid thing.”

The sound of crickets and the rush of wind through the fields of corn is the only thing I hear besides the near deafening sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

“Well you should.” It comes out harsher than I intend but my hackles go up thinking of her being out here without her phone charged. Any fucker could have pulled up with her walking alone down the road. Thinking about the danger she’s put herself in is making me lose my mind but I have to push the thought away.

Roger beats us to the side of her truck, and as we’re walking the final yards he backs up, pivoting the SUV back and forth across the dirty stretch of deserted road until he turns the Rover our way and the headlights blind us for a second as he maneuvers before the low beams are finally blocked out by her truck.

The glow of light catches around her body, and I don’t hesitate to take a look. She’s lush, full and I want to pull all that softness next to me and know what it feels like.

“Yeah, well, I don’t need a lecture from some stranger,” she snaps back with a little sass in her voice. I like it.

When we get to her pickup I reach past her to the driver’s side door and pull it open, then reach down under the dash and pop the hood. The scent of the roses hits me inside the cab and I look to see the basket sitting on the bench seat. My lips can’t fight the smile that breaks wide.

“Nice roses.” I back out of the door and move toward the front of the truck, stepping backwards so I can keep my eyes on her face.

Her plump lips curve upward and I imagine for the millionth time since I set eyes on her what they would feel like around my cock. They are soft and natural with a little shine that makes me desperate to taste them.

I want to do things to her I’ve never thought about before. This little dove on the side of the road with a question in her eye and her defenses up has awakened the beast in me.

“Yeah, some weird customer at work gave them to me. Must have been a mistake I think.” She kicks at the dirt with her cute as hell baby-blue shoe and chews the inside of her cheek, my cock ready to tear through my jeans.

My mind is filled with thoughts of her flavor and how wet she will be when I make her cum with my mouth the first time. I have to shake my head to get back into the moment.

With a heavy sigh, I march around to the front of the truck, reach under the edge of the hood and unlatch it, raising the faded red steel and setting the prop-bar in place to hold it high.

“Nope. It was no mistake.” I catch her eye, then look down at the engine. I see the problem immediately and it’s an easy fix.

Fate brought me to that bar tonight and it’s fate that’s given me another shot at redemption by putting her here, walking down the side of a dirt road in the middle of the night. I don’t need a brick to the head, so she’s not slipping away again. She’s making me hurt down into my bones, a desire like I’ve never felt before hums inside of me and I know better than to let this opportunity go.

I step to Roger’s window, speaking to him with my voice low, then walk around to the back of the Rover where I open the back window. A second later I’ve got his tool box in hand and I slap the back of the car as I walk back her way.

Without another word, Roger backs up, turns around in the road and pulls down into the dark.

“Where’s he going?” Dove sounds scared.

“I see what’s wrong but it’s going to take a little bit to fix it.” I look back over my shoulder. “He had someplace to be.” I say a quick prayer for the lie to be forgiven. “We’ll be fine, I’ll get you up and running here.”

I set the toolbox down into the gravel at the front of the truck, flip it open and play around inside until I find a flashlight and a wrench. The wrench is just a prop, but the flashlight I click on so I can keep an eye on her. I want to see every blink of her eyes, every twitch of her cheek, every time that dimple appears.

“But, how will you get home?” She scans the road up and down rubbing her lips together, reaching into her purse on the seat inside the truck. She brings a ChapStick to her lips and rubs it around and around, and I swear I almost lose my mind.

Then, like she has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me, she looks at me like nothing is going on here.

I shrug. I no longer know how to form words into sentences, so I just smile at her.

I lean my shoulders and head under the hood. Her alternator cap is loose, nothing more serious than that, I don’t need a tool to fix it, but I pretend I’m fiddling around and knock the wrench against a few things for effect while I try to calm my heart from smacking around inside my chest.

Each time her feet move along the dirt, I take note and I knock around under the hood for another minute debating my next move. The only words going through my head right now aredon’t fuck up. Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.

“Hop in, try it now.” I poke my head to the side and she climbs in behind the wheel. She seems to shine with a light of her own. I’ve never seen anything so perfect and I want to throw her over my shoulder right now. She may kick and scream a bit, but I don’t give a shit. She may not understand yet who she belongs to, but she will very soon.

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