Page 52 of Bucked Hard

My tank top is streaked with mud and my obvious excitement pushing my nipples out through the white fabric. I shrug my shoulders, trying to pull my body upright, thinking of his chiseled body. My tummy sticking out a touch over the tight waist of my jeans.

We drive the short distance in silence. Words lose their importance after you pull a guy from the mouth of death. It takes a few minutes for our breathing to get back to normal.

“You were amazing, Rachel. Truly amazing. If you hadn’t been there… well.” He shakes his head and pulls the pickup to a stop back by the giant, green man-eater.

“You too.”

I lean over and pull the handle and open the door of the pickup.

“Hey…whoa, don’t you go another step, little Dove.” The door squeaks and slams behind me, and I can hear his fast pace crunching through the grass. I turn to find him standing almost right over me, unrestrained hunger in his eyes. “Rachel.” He shakes his head, then takes my face in his rough hands, holds me there, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck…Rachel, yousavedEnrique’s life.”

We are both still high from the adrenaline. But, his half naked body is serving to create another kind of high for me. My heart fills my chest and I feel a chill swarm over my skin even as the sun beats down on us.

“You pushed the button.”

“Goddamnit…” His hands press my cheeks, and pull my face hard into his lips.

“Mmm,” I moan and press back into his kiss.

The wild excitement and trauma of what just happened, all turning to a driving sexual lust. His metal belt buckle teases me. I want to reach out and pull at it, but all of my inhibitions, all of my irritating self-esteem still holds me back.

Our tongues circle and swirl around, Chad’s face hard against mine,takingthe kiss from me, offering no recourse. He doesn’t pull back until my breath evaporates, then he slides his hands over my shoulders, grabs my fingers, and pulls them behind my back, pressing my body against his so that we meld together as one.

“I’m going to fuck you, Rachel,” he says. “Here, hard.” His face is next to my ear, the words whispered in a low, even tone but they are hard, thick and stern.

He’s taking what he wants and not asking. My mind swirls around and around. We’re standing right out in the field. I feel self-conscious, and the searing intensity in his face is frightening.

“I don’t think we should. Not out here.”

“Shhhhh.” His finger presses on my lips, then is replaced by his mouth, taking any more words and stifling them.

I manage to mutter during a breath, “We’re outside, where someone could see.”

Chad’s hands tighten my wrists behind my back, locking them so that I can’t move. “I’m going to fuck you, Rachel. Who’s going to see? A few crows?” My skin ripples with chilled goose bumps. Chad’s sparkling blue eyes pin me below him in the most intense gaze. His brow comes together and his face is fierce.

“Tell me you’re not wet right now, Dove. Tell me that and I’ll stop.”

My heart is bursting, and my belly and chest are as tight as a trap ready to spring.

There is no denying the soaking fabric between my legs.

“That’s what I thought. Get down, Rachel…you’re going to show me what your knees are for today.”

His hand releases my wrists, pressing down on my shoulders. Firm, but I could refuse. If I wanted to.

“I’ve never…”

His calm dominance makes me drunk. I’m light-headed, floating in the moment. But I want to do this, more than I could have imagined.

“Don’t talk, undo my pants.”

My fingers are shaking as I slide the silver pin from the leather belt, loosening it. I watch as the skin stretches over the muscle with each breath. My own flesh between my legs aches, knowing what’s coming.

I inch the zipper down, the outline of a giant erection pressing against the blue cloth of his jeans.

“Pull them down.”

He’s guiding me. Telling me what to do and I love it more than I probably should.

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