Page 71 of Seven Year Itch
She frowns back at me and rolls her eyes.
“I had old man’s hockey practice.” I flop my hands to my side in blatant surrender.
Her head snaps up to look at me. “What?”
“I play on an over-forty league where men who are old enough to be my father fucking humble me on the ice every goddamn week. I tried out for the over-thirty league, but I was too damn slow.”
Dakota stares back at me, her brows twitching with shock, then bemusement, then disbelief, then humor. Unfortunately for me, humor is the one that sticks.
She erupts into a fit of giggles, holding onto the tailgate for balance as she folds over laughing, her eyes filling with tears over the sheer comedy of my pathetic-ness. I don’t blame her for laughing. I am pathetic.
“I’m so bad I don’t even let my mother come to watch meplay... and she tries to, but I refuse. It’s too embarrassing. But God, I love skating with those old dudes. I have my entire retirement plan in place, thanks to those humbling assholes.”
I can’t help but smile as I drop my chin and walk over to her. It’s good to see her laughing. I like it a lot more than the yelling. But if I’m being honest, I like it all.
She reaches up, using me for balance as her giggles slow down.
“Are you about done?”
She blows out a happy sigh as she finally regains control of herself and wipes at the tears in her eyes. “I needed that.”
“Well, good. I am here to serve you, after all.”
She blinks slowly and licks her lips, the smile on her face completely dazzling me as my intrusive thoughts spill out this time. “I really need you to take your coat off.”
Her brows twitch as she gazes up at me. “What? Why?”
“Because when I fuck you inside my truck in about sixty seconds, it’s going to get in my damn way.”
My cock swells as all humor leaves her face, and her eyes dance over every one of my features as she tries to make sense of the words that just spilled out of my mouth. She’s trying to make sense of them, and I suppose I’d like to make sense of them too. I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I haven’t fucked the same woman within a couple weeks in years. It’s always just been about release, so I’ve been able to forget the girl I was with easily and move on to the next.
But Dakota is undeniably unforgettable. My mind has been consumed with her for far too long, and this isn’t about her confidence or her insecurities or her ex or even that douchebag bondage guy. I’m done playing wingman when I want her in the cockpit.
I turn on my heel to open the door to my truck, pointing silently at the cab. Her eyes move from me to the truck and back to me, and the minute she strides over to me and tosses her coat inside, it’s like the puck has dropped.
I grab the back of her neck and seal my lips over hers, swallowing her needy whimper as she kisses me back. Our tongues dance as my hand shifts down to grip two fistfuls of her tits, squeezing them together, fighting the urge to grab the dress and rip it down the front so I can taste her skin on my lips. Lick the flesh that’s filling my hands so perfectly. She moans, and my cock pulses at the sound of her.
God, she makes the best fucking noises.
“Get in the back seat and take off your panties.” I drop down to press against her so she can feel my erection on her center.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she breathes, her eyes on my lips as she fists my shirt.
“Good girl.” I pull away and smack her ass, shutting the front door and helping her into the back. She slides to the center, and I move in next to her. But before I even get the door closed, her hands are on my dick, her lips are on my neck, and she’s rubbing my length over my jeans, thickening the painful bulge in my pants. My head falls back as I pump into her palm, reveling in how good the friction feels. How good her hands look on me.
Thank fuck this parking spot is dark so no other pervert gets to see this.Her.Because she is mine and mine alone right now.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, pulling back and staring at my dick. She bites her lip and I feel my cock pulse over the sight of her slowly losing control.
“What do you want to do?” I watch her mind whirl with possibility as my body hums with desire, my cock begging to feel her skin on mine.
As if she reads my thoughts, a smirk lights up her face as she undoes my belt and pulls my length out, gripping my shaft tightly in her smooth palm.
“Ah,” I grunt as sparks of heat fight against her cool fingers while she fists me. I want her so fucking bad. Have I ever wanted a woman this bad?
I don’t have time to debate that as her hot lips wrap around mycock, her head dropping so low, my tip hits the back of her throat and I feel her gag.
“Yeah, baby,” I croak, slicing my hand into her hair to ride her. “Choke on me.”
