Page 30 of Shielding his Legacy
“No, I did.” She crossed her arms, her body as far away from his as she could physically get without flinging her door open and running into the forest. “So stupid,” she said under her breath.
“Who’s stupid? Me?”
“No, Gavin, I’m stupid. Okay? Like I didn’t learn my lesson the first time and now I’m going to throw myself at you all over again and wonder why you still don’t want me.” She gestured to the dark stretch of road beyond the windshield. “Can you just drive, please?”
“Wait a second, you thinkI don’t want you?”
She blew out air. “I know you don’t.”
He looked skyward, letting the back of his head hit the headrest, considering what to do. The retort that sprang to his lips was crass, planted there by his genuine desire to prove to her just how much he wanted her. He hesitated. Maybe the truth was exactly what she needed to hear. “Then tell me why I have the biggest boner of my life pressing against my fly so hard it hurts?”
“Really?”
He let his head roll to the side to face her. “You want to come over here and see for yourself?”
She was quiet so long he considered apologizing for the base suggestion, but just when he was about to do it, she surprised him with a hesitant, “Maybe.”
The floodgates to his cock were flung open wide, even more blood rushing to his eager erection. “Don’t tease me, baby. I’m dying over here.”
Turning to face him fully in the dark cab, the moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity before she slowly inched toward him.
His brain screamedno condomseven as he reached for her, clutching her hips and hauling her desperately against his body. Their mouths found each other, her eager tongue exploring his mouth as his fingernails dug into the sweet, ripe curve of her ass. Her right leg snaked in front of the steering wheel and over his lap to press against his door as the heat of her crotch came to rest over his engorged erection.
He groaned loudly as he moved against her, hearing her intake of breath in his ear and loving the crush of her swollen breasts against his chest. He threaded his fingers from her neck up through her hair, fisting the strands in his grip and tugging her head back to reveal her soft, vulnerable neck.
Tasting her with his tongue and loving the tender column with his mouth, he kissed his way up to her ear and ground out regretfully, “I don’t have a condom.”
She made a noise down deep in her throat, her devastation clear. Her back arched like a bow before her hips rocked solidly against his. Another couple of those, and he wouldn’t need a condom—he’d need a sandwich and a nap.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed herfirmly down, stilling her movements. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he said, all but lost in the sensation of having her against him.
Then she was arching her back and pushing against his shoulders. “Let me go,” she said, and he released her, but she merely got off his lap and came back at him, pushing and tugging him sideways. “Turn around.”
It wasn’t until his back was to his door and her head was bent over his belt that he understood what she was doing. He swore desperately, his breaths coming in heavy pants as her fingers worked the button and zipper at his waist, carefully exposing the proof of his desire.
Unconstrained, his shaft elongated, the sensation of expansion overshadowed by the dip of her head and the first tentative ministrations of her hot, wet mouth. “Jesus, Evie…” he ground out. She felt so good, better than anyone else could ever feel around him. The muscles of his ass were working to the rhythm of her tongue as he writhed on the bench seat of the truck as he watched her take him deep.
Her hair draped around her, the long strands tickling his thighs and lower abdomen as he fought to control the speed of his ascent. One of her hands lifted from beside his hip and moved to his sensitive balls, just like he’d taught her to do that weekend in the hotel, and the memory pushed him over the edge.
He was lost.
Gone was the ability to pace himself. Gripping the base of her neck so he could thrust into her mouth, he asked, “Is this okay, Baby?”
Her moan of pleasure vibrated, and he was overwhelmed by sensation when her throat opened to take him more deeply. He gasped, his glutes clenching as he withdrew and filled her, over and over again.
“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, releasing her, but rather than retreat, she milked him with that mouth. Light exploded behind his eyes, and he poured his seed into her throat, her name a reverent whisper in the heating truck cab. “Evie. Jesus, Evie…”
The sudden loud tapping on the window behind him had them jumping apart, Gavin bending forward to shield his body from the blinding light now streaming into the vehicle. Abby emitted a sudden, high-pitched screech as a muffled, disapproving male voice called through the glass, “Move along, people. Find yourselves a hotel room instead of using the shoulder of a public road.”
Gavin squinted against the policeman’s flashlight, aware of the blue and red lights that flashed in his rearview mirror and Eva’s cowering form across the seat. Abby proved that her initial screech was mere practice for the performance of displeasure she was now putting on, and Gavin held up a hand to block the blinding beam of light. “Sorry, Officer.”
“There’s freezing rain up ahead, you know that? You’re driving right into it.”
“Only got to go another ten miles up the road,” said Gavin, gesturing to the road ahead of him.
“You hear me son? Freezing rain. They’ll probably need to shut this highway down.”
“Yessir.”
