Page 14 of Marked By my Stalker
“No,” she begs. “Please. Please…” Her hips grind against my hand, and though I’d give anything to sink my teeth into her perfectly smooth skin and mark her up so everyone knows she’s mine, I can’t. Not now, not ever. This has to stop.
Fucking hell, why can’t I resist?The scent of her excitement… it’s too fucking much. Growling low, I pull her to the side, tuck her legs behind my head, and press my face against her cotton covered pussy. My nose presses in first, then my jaw. I breathe her in, grip her hips, and let the weight of her touch press up against my face as I scrub my tongue against the sopping fabric.
I intend to stay here, shielded by the sheath of cloth, protected from the reality of what we’re doing by cotton, but the effort is hopeless. I tear her panties to the side and sink my face deep in against her soft core, lapping at her sweet juices as she bucks up beneath me.
“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” She pants and writhes, desperation taking over as she moves. “Right there.”
I slide one finger, then two inside of her, tempting the way her sweet body grips me. She’s so fucking tight. So tight and so ready.
Her hips press against my hand, and I continue eating my meal, lapping at her clit, suckling, scraping my teeth, growling against her with pressure. “Come on, baby girl. I need you to come for me.”
She sighs sporadically, grinding her hips up against my face as I maneuver in the tight cabin of the truck. Jesus, I hope she stains the air with her scent. I want it lingering forever. I want to smell her every time I climb up in this thing.
I drive in deeper, scooping a come-hither motion into her tight little slit, desperate to watch her come, when my phone starts to ring on the dash.
It’s loud and staring us right in the face. I couldn’t ignore it if I wanted to.
Kera glances toward me, panting. “She’ll call back.”
I know she’ll call back. That’s the problem. Linda is relentless, overbearing, and insanely protective of her daughter… as she should be.
“We have to answer.” I lean up from her sweet, pink pussy with a groan of impatience in my throat as guilt settles heavily on my chest. I don’t want to stop. I want to sit here all night and fuck this girl until she’s bruised and marked. I want to fill her up, empty myself inside of her, make her mine.
But if I listen to that animal, who knows what more damage I’ll do. Kera only has her mother, and I can’t fuck that up for them.
Trouble is, I might have crossed that line already.
Chapter Seven
Kera
“Don’t answer.Easy.Don’t answer ever again. We’ll cut down some trees, build a little cabin, and live up here for eternity not answering anyone or anything.”
Jack stares toward me as though he’s already carving the blueprint of that cabin in his mind. The phone keeps ringing.
His gaze flicks toward the dash, then back to me. There’s no judgment in it, no pressure, just a silent question. One neither of us are ready to face.
I press my forehead to his collarbone and close my eyes.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
He doesn’t. Jack lifts the phone, presses the side button, and silences the ring. Just like that, the world feels like ours again.
“She’ll call back. I give her five minutes, tops.”
I don’t know the words to say to my mother that’ll explain why I’ve just spent the afternoon fogging up windows with my dad’s old buddy. It’s probably because they’ve never been said before. There are no combinations of syllables that make this all better.
I think I’ll just stay up here forever until the wild reclaims me.
“Little girl.” Jack tucks his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze. His touch is warm, grounding, like the sun that’s just started to dip behind the ridgeline. “I can’t lie to her.”
“Yes, we can, Jack! No one needs to know about any of this. We can see each other out here. Mom never comes to the mountains. Hell, she never leaves Nebraska.”
He stares at me long and hard as though that’s not the right answer, but it’s the one I like the best. The one that doesn’t disappoint my mother.
“The sooner she knows, the sooner she can manage it all.”
“There’s no managing this.” I laugh under my breath, a sound laced with disbelief. “Are you kidding? What we’re doing is totally fucked up. Completely fucked. She’s not gonna give us her blessing and throw us a wedding.”
