Page 91 of Coming Home Country
Hitting the unlock button on my key fob, I wrenched open the back door and practically shoved Bex in ahead of me. I climbed in behind her, sealing us inside.
Even as the cabin lights faded and darkness surrounded us, I could hear her teeth chattering.
“Clothes off.” A hint of panic laced that command.
“W-what? No!” She hugged her middle. “I’m t-too cold.”
“The wet clothes are only going to make it worse. I need you to trust me and take them off.” When she hesitated, my tone grew firm. “Now, Bex!”
She flinched at my raised voice, but much to my relief, she finally listened, peeling the drenched cotton of her T-shirt away from her skin and over her head. One more protest from her, and I would have been forced to do the job myself. There wasn’t time to argue when her health was at risk.
I tossed my hat on the dash, leaning forward to turn on the ignition and crank up the heat before yanking my own shirt off. By the time it cleared my vision, I saw Bex with her brow wrinkled, huffing in frustration as her shaking fingers struggled to work the soaked denim down her thighs.
Leaping into action, I gripped the rough fabric and tugged. It took some shimmying on Bex’s part, but together, we wrestled the jeans off her. They landed on the floor with a sloppy-sounding thud.
“Underwear too.” I lifted my hips to work off my pants, dragging my boxers along with them.
This time, Bex didn’t offer a single word of argument, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra before slipping off her panties.
With both of us completely naked, I opened my arms. “Come here.”
She crawled onto my lap, and I pulled our chests flush. Her body trembled violently against mine, and I willed the heat to warm the cabin faster.
My hands rubbed up and down her back. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Bex’s nod into the crook of my neck was the only response I got back.
I clutched her tighter to me, my eyes squeezing shut as the pain of helplessness caused physical agony.
It was a rare form of torture, waiting for skin-to-skin contact to raise our body temperatures. If given the choice, I would give all of my body heat to her. Hell, I’d give anything to stop her suffering.
Slowly, her chilled skin began to warm, starting at her chest before spreading outward.
But there wasn’t time to relish the relief coursing through me because Bex rocked her hips over mine, and the blistering inferno of her pussy settled directly over my cock.
Now wasdefinitelynot the time, but my dick had a mind of its own and swelled to life.
“Bex, we shouldn’t.” My warning came out weak as my hands dropped to grip her hips.
A soft moan reached my ears as warm lips found my neck, biting and sucking.
“I need you, Tucker.”
Fuck, how was I supposed to say no to this woman? It was damn near impossible.
She lifted onto her knees, gripped the base of my cock, and teased the head through her slit, coating it with her arousal.
My head dropped back on a groan. Why was this a bad idea again?
All rational thought fled when she lined us up and sank down, her hot pussy molding around my shaft.
Lungs seizing, I held my breath, trying not to come on the spot.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I gritted out.
That sparked something in the back of my brain. She felttoogood.
My eyes sprang open. “Condom.”
