Page 54 of The Nice Guy
“I planned to do this after my surprise, but I need you now,” Rhett growls in my ear.
“Yes, baby,” I moan, climbing out after him as he guides me to the back of the pickup. I wait until he lowers the tailgate before slipping off my panties and hiking up my dress. “Take me.”
I turn my back to him, resting on the bed of the pickup while he peppers my shoulders with kisses. The familiar sound of his zipper makes me squirm, and the cool air on my slick pussy causes goosebumps on my skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs and eases into me.
I stand on my tiptoes to help us align better, and I whisper, “Harder.”
Rhett leans more towards gentle and loving, which I adore, but he likes it rougher sometimes. Faster. I don’t mind because healways makes it intimate rather than making me feel as though I’m simply being screwed.
His hands caress my skin, or he holds me afterwards while our bodies remain joined. Something to tell me he cares because I can’t see his eyes. His eyes always express so much more than he says, and I could stare into them for hours.
He slides his arm under me and lifts my legs off the ground, holding in place to better level us. My chest rests on the tailgate, and I brace myself when he thrusts. Hard and fast, just how he likes it. How I’ve come to learn to like it, too.
Hearing his sounds of appreciation and pleasure does me in, and it still amazes me how much my desire depends on him. How much I want to please him and make him as happy as possible. I’ve always been a people pleaser, but this is different. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, and my second orgasm in less than ten minutes rips through me. Something only he’s ever been able to accomplish.
“Rhett!” I cry out.
“Bryn, baby, ah!” he grits out as he finds his release. “Damn, it’s hard to stop when you grip me like you do. It feels too damn good.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and presses his chest against my neck for a few minutes while he remains inside me. I love the afterglow.
“I love hearin’ you. It’s so sexy.”
“You’re so sexy. I mean it. You’re not even naked and make me want to go again.”
I giggle, and he adjusts us, putting me back onto the ground. “That’s part of what I like. It’s such a turn on to know you’re almost out of control with want for me.”
“I agree.” Pulling his jeans back up, he adjusts himself and pulls me into his arms, his hand cupping my face as he kisses me. “Now, for the real reason I brought you out.”
“This wasn’t it? Because I have to say, sex under the stars is pretty amazing.”
Shaking his head, he smiles. “No, this was what I expected to happen afterwards. Now, I’ll make sure we get home and into a bed before I make you cry out my name again.”
“We don’t have to,” I say, letting him pull me along to the cab again. “I’m not particular about where you have me.”
Rhett does something inside the cab, and I look up at the night sky. The stars still surprise me when I look up at them. The lights of the city always hid them, and I can’t seem to get my fill of staring up at them. If I can’t sleep, I sit on the porch swing Rhett put up for me and just stare at them. Curled up with a blanket on the porch is one of the most serene feelings I’ve ever had.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh as he turns up the music to a familiar song.
Flipping on the headlights, he guides us away from the door of the pickup and holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?”
“We’re dancing? Here? In a field?”
“Only if you say yes.”
Taking his hand, I nod. “I’ll always dance with you.”
We sway in the lights of the pickup to the same George Strait song we first danced to in the bar. Our song.
“This is so sweet,” I whisper.
I’m scared to speak too loudly because I don’t want to break the magical spell we’re under.
“I wanted to give you somethin’ you can only get here.”
“You did that before the dance,” I say with my head against his shoulder. “Only with you.”
