Page 148 of That Moment
“Get in sexy, I’ll take you on the ride of your life.” I nod toward the passenger door. Scotty laughs, walking around the car and sliding inside.
We ease out onto the empty street behind the shop, then cut to the county road that runs past the ballfields and out toward the pastures. I look over at Scotty, and he gives me the nod. I press the pedal down, really opening her up.
“I like the way you handle her.” Scotty slides his hand up my thigh, his fingers warm against my skin. The feeling of the openroad stretched out in front of us is freeing. I can’t stop smiling, the wind whipping through the open windows.
“She’s perfect,” I say, laying a hand on the dashboard like I’m blessing her when I’ve finally slowed back down.
“Damn right,” he says. “How’s she feel?”
“Fun, I like to feel power between my thighs.” I flash him a flirty grin and wriggle my eyebrows
“Yeah?” He laughs, reaching his hand over to push my tangled hair away from my face. The look he’s giving me gets under my skin in a second, hot and molten. He squeezes my thigh, thumb pressing into the inner seam of my jeans with enough pressure to make me swallow.
We trade off at the gravel turnout by the old irrigation ditch. He circles around the hood, taking his time appreciating the view as I walk past him. His hand snakes slowly over my waist and ass, a satisfied hum coming from him.
He gets in, adjusts the seat back several notches. He makes the car look smaller, his shoulders filling the space. He doesn’t hot-rod it like I did; instead, he just coaxes the Mustang up to speed, letting her sing.
I watch his profile, the way he squints into the light, the way his mouth tilts when he’s content. Everything about him is manly, manly in the sense that I crave. Rugged, unfiltered. I reach a hand up to rest on his shoulder, my fingers tangling in his hair. Want hits me hard, low, and certain.
“Pull onto the frontage road,” I say, my voice going husky even to my own ears.
He flicks me a glance. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He does, tires crunching over gravel before we straighten out on an empty stretch that runs parallel to the highway. Fields on one side, darkening sky on the other. No houses. No headlights..
I slide my hand to his thigh. He stiffens under my palm, then relaxes, that lazy smirk sneaking out. “What’re you up to, Barbie?”
“Showing my appreciation for quality workmanship.”
He huffs a laugh. “Keep your seatbelt on.”
I lean across the console anyway, fingers tracing the hard line beneath his fly. He’s already thickening, heat rolling off him. His breath snags when I cup him through denim.
“Adrienne.” A warning, a plea.
“Eyes on the road, baby.”
He swears under his breath. I ease the zipper down, the metal sound loud in the small space. He lifts his hips a fraction so I can work him free. His cock is hot, heavy, already leaking at the tip. My mouth waters.
“Jesus, fuck did you just lick your lips looking at my cock?” he grits, voice rougher than gravel.
I smile and sink down. The steering wheel creaks as his grip tightens. I lick him once, slow, from base to tip, tasting him. The sound that he makes has my thighs clenching together. He groans, low and helpless.
“Fuck.”
I take him into my mouth, lips sliding down, hand working what I can’t fit. He’s big and my jaw protests, but the sound he makes when I hollow my cheeks sends a rush of wet heat between my legs. The engine note blurs with his shallow, jagged breathing..
“Adrienne… baby… slow—” He breaks off, curses again, the car drifting a hair before he corrects. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me?—”
I bob my head, set a rhythm, my free hand splayed on his stomach to feel the flex of his abs. His hips jerk, then he forces them still like he’s trying not to choke me, considerate even when he’s losing it. The thought makes me moan around him,and he thunders a desperate sound that vibrates through his chest.
“Eyes on the road,” I remind, pulling off long enough to whisper it against his skin.
He laughs, broken. “Can’t see straight.”
“Good.”
