Page 31 of Heat Stroke

Grinning at the minx in the back of my truck, I hop up and follow her. Sitting across from her and opening the cooler, I reach in, pulling out a chilled bottle of Moscato and an Angry Orchard hard cider, holding both out to her. “Wine or hard cider?”

She thinks about it for a minute and says sarcastically, “Shouldn’t I know what I’m eating before I pick a beverage? You’d make a horrible waiter.” She smiles flirtingly.

Mock glaring at her, I reply, “Good thing I’m in construction then, huh?!”

Smirking, she nods and leans back against the wheel cover, “Touché.”

She watches as I reveal the brisket sliders, potato salad, fresh kettle chips, and fresh fruit slices, laying them out on the blanket between us. Her eyes light up as she nods. “Is this from Mr. Lonnie’s?”

I nod. “Of course it is. I put the rush order in as soon as you left my office earlier.” Her cheeks pinken as we both remember what happened between us this afternoon. “I asked him what you liked, and…” I gesture to the spread between us, “voila.”

Her tongue peeks out from between her lips as she says, “That’s kind of cheating…” She grabs a chip and crunches it before moaning, “But, it’s ok. Ohhh, these are so freaking good.” Cocking her head, she looks at me. “You’re trying really hard here, Blaze.” She’s being serious.

I am. You’re right.

Reaching out, I swipe a crumb from the corner of her mouth with my thumb. Her eyes watch as I bring it back to my mouth and lick it off. With our eyes locked, I nod. “I know. I’m really trying to do this right with you, Wren. It’s important…You’re important.I meant what I said… I’m in trouble with you… Real trouble.” I shrug. “Youmatter.”

Her eyes darken as they flit across my face. With her intent clear, she quickly moves the food to the side as she kneels, and then scoots over to me. Her hair is cascading down her back and over her bare shoulders as she looks down at me. Her knees are touching mine as she looms over me. Her hands settle on my chest as she leans down, her hair falling around us, creating a curtain of absolute privacy. Her eyes lock onto mine as her head lowers.

I can’t wait that long. My hands curve over her cheeks and my neck arches, allowing me to capture her lips. Within seconds, our mouths are fused as we both moan and slide our tongues together. We’re in perfect unison. When my tongue thrusts, hers parries, sliding against each other. We get lost in each other’s kiss. Her knee slides over my waist as she straddles me. Leaning back against the wall of the truck bed, I lift my hips, pressing my groin into hers.

My hands leave her face and travel down her neck, gently cupping it and allowing my fingers to trail over her pulse points before moving down over her breasts. Her breasts fill my palms as I lift them, testing their weight and relishing the perfect fit. The need to see and taste her naked flesh again overtakes me.

Her hands are working at the buttons of my shirt as she glides against me, causing my already engorged cock to grow. Before I can get her shirt off, her hands part the sides of my own and yank it down my arms. Reaching behind me as our mouths are still fused together, I grab the shirt and pull it off, uncaring if I tear it. I throw it to the back of the bed.

Her hands trail the expanse of my chest before flattening over my nipples. She moans into my mouth, “Mmmmmm,” as she feels my beaded nipples beneath her palms. She doesn’t stop there though. Her mouth releases mine and she kisses down my chin before trailing her tongue over my neck and flicking against the racing pulse at the base of it.

My head falls back, giving her total access to whatever she wants to do.

Whatever she wants, she can have. All that matters is claiming this woman and making her mine.

Scooting back, she abandons my aching groin with her warmth to trail her lips and tongue down over my chest. Bending over, she traces the lines of my chest/ shoulder tattoo with her finger, making certain to examine every inch, “So beautiful… So complex,” before flicking her tongue over my hard nipples. She bites down on them with her teeth and breathes on them with her hot breath. A shiver races down my spine as I reach for her.

Slapping my hand away, she looks up at me through her lashes and shakes her head. “No. It’s my turn.”

Her turn?

Oh dear, God!

My voice is raspy. “Wren… I don’t know how long I can go without touching you,” as I throw my arm over my forehead and bite my bottom lip.

Her hands drift over my abs before sliding along my hip bones. Her fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans and I jerk in response. She chuckles huskily and mutters, “Oh, I’mjustgetting started.” She pops the snap of my jeans and I groan as she taps my hip to tell me to lift up.

Every second is torture. Delicious torture.

The zipper slides down before she wrangles my jeans down my legs. She stops at my ankles and yanks my shoes off before quickly following them with my jeans.

She’s left my boxer briefs on and her hands slide back up my legs, circling my calves, over my knees, and then my thighs. Her hair is dragging along my skin and it feels like a caress. I can feel her heated breath on every nerve ending as she makes her way back up my body. I’m so aroused, I don’t know how my dick doesn’t bust through the thin material containing it.

She leans over my groin. Her hair falls to encase my hips. I glance down and all I see is her head bent over me… I can’t see what she’s doing, but I can damn sure feel.

Her lips part slightly as she presses an open mouthed kiss to my rigid cock. I jerk beneath my boxer briefs and moan, “Damnit…. Oh, shit…” My hands fist at my sides to stop from tangling in her hair.

I feel wetness against the tip of my shaft and my nails dig into my palms. Her hands reach between us as she slips the waistband down, exposing me. Her lips press against my naked tip. I groan, “Wren… I’m barely holding on here…Wren…” Her hands pull the fabric down more, releasing my raging cock. Her mouth is ready for me. Before I can even exhale, her lips close over me and she slides me deep into her throat. I can feel her tongue against the underside of my shaft as my tip bumps the back of her throat.

Shiiiiit!

I can’t… I have to touch her.

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