Page 101 of Kentucky Nights
“Dru,” I grunt her name between the strokes her tongue gives me around the crown.
The meadow is up ahead, the flowers glowing under the moonlight while the trees sway in the slight breeze.
“Ah, oh, damn it, Dru. You’d better swallow every drop of me.” I slam the truck in park in the middle of the meadow, pressing my hand flat against the ceiling.
I need to hold onto something. I have the urge to climb out of my seat and away from the orgasm because it feels too good, and I almost can’t take it.
“Dru!” I shout her name on a snarl.
Jets of come fill her mouth. I paint her stomach as she swallows, loving that I can smell myself inside her body.
Fisting her hair, I lift her off my cock to see her eyes glazed. A string of spit and come drips from her bottom lip, falling onto my jeans.
Capturing her swollen lips with mine, I drink the saliva down, wanting her in my body too. My fangs nip at her bottom lip, cutting it open, and blood rushes into my mouth.
I kick open the door, and the sweet aroma of flowers rushes into the cab, reminding me of how good Dru smells every day.
“Trust me?” I kiss her bottom lip.
“With my life,” she whispers against me.
“Stay right here.” I kiss her again, wanting her to know I’m not leaving her.
Opening her door, I offer my hand for her to take, and the lucky man that I am, she slides her palm across mine.
I love the feel of her skin on mine. I’m enamored. Captivated. Obsessed.
And happy.
We stand in the field, the flowers to her waist, swaying in the breeze. The moonlight dances upon her dark brown skin, a serene glow added to her cheeks. She appears ethereal, a beauty from so far out of this world. I’m not sure how I am graced with a woman who holds the stars within her soul. She shines brighterthan any constellation, any moon, any shooting star, and I’m honored to know the galaxy of her soul belongs to me.
“What do you have planned, Mr. Jones?” She turns to me, the left side of her face ignited by the moonlight, and for a moment, I forget what I have planned.
I’m under a spell. I want a hand-painted portrait of her just like this. Standing in the meadow, her hair in perfect voluminous curls, the hazel of her irises bright from the glow of the moon, and her fingers caressing the petals of the flowers as she stands there.
It’s a perfect picture, and a camera would not do her justice. I want this moment of her painted, framed, so I can see my favorite memory of her anytime I want.
“Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”
She squeezes them shut, then peeks one eye open.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I tsk. “No cheating, Darlin’.”
“Fine.” She covers her eyes with her hands in a huff.
I kiss her cheek, still able to smell myself on her breath, and it motivates me to hurry up.
Using my speed, I jump into the bed of the truck and unlock the cross-bed toolbox. Snagging the fluffy blankets and pillows, I line the bed with them, wanting us to be comfortable as we look up to the sky.
There are around four layers of blankets. I hope that’s enough to keep her comfortable.
Pulling out a small cooler, I packed sodas, fruit, veggies, and other snacks for us. I plan for us to spend the night under the night sky. I want to hold her until the sun rises and a new day starts. I light a few candles, setting them on the edge to add to the ambiance.
She deserves the best.
Jumping from the truck and into the meadow, I swing Dru into my arms.
She screeches from the unexpected move. “Oh my god! Kentucky?”
