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Scarlett
The moonlight was bright, and I found what I was looking for, the old for sale sign on the side of the road. It was pastureland and some lakefront property. Five acres that had been for sale since I was fifteen. I pulled off the road onto the little path that dipped low and then crested again into a slow rolling hill. Anyone driving by could see us. And I liked that.
I pulled the parking brake.
“Here?” Devlin asked, peering into the dark.
“There’s no five-star hotel. But it’s close and quiet, and all the cops in town are at the bar. Plus, my brothers are hopefully being arrested, so they can’t interrupt us. Now take your pants off.”
I hopped out of the truck and reached behind my seat. I always kept a spare quilt or two in the back. And tonight I’d be putting them to good use.
Devlin got out of the truck slowly as if he wasn’t sure that I was serious. I dropped the tailgate and spread the quilts out in the bed of the truck. He was still fully clothed and looking more confused by the minute.
I didn’t want him to start overthinking it.
“We have two perfectly good beds at our houses. More if we use Jonah’s or one of the other guest rooms,” he said.
I shut him up by taking my tank top off.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
“Catch up, Devlin.” I didn’t wait for him to start. I made a grab for his belt. He resisted for a minute, but when I unzipped his jeans and his cock finally escaped its prison, Devlin came back to life. He gripped the sides of my face and kissed me. He stole my breath when he kissed me. I’d kissed my fair share of men. Hell, I’d been kissing since second grade. That might have been about the time my mama started insisting that I wait until thirty before I settled down.
But I’d never been kissed the way Devlin did it. He kissed me like he had to, like I was air and he needed me to live. I liked it and was terrified by it.
And whenever something scared me, I did it again and again until fear turned to excitement... or boredom. That’s what I was going to do to Devlin.
His hands left my face and found my breasts. I wished I’d had something fancier for him. Maybe if he stuck around for a while, I’d invest in some silks and laces. But he didn’t seem to mind what I was wearing.
He pulled back for a second, his face serious. “I was with Johanna for five years.”
“Uh-huh.” My focus was on his belt. The one that I was sliding out of his belt loops.
“I mean, I haven’t been with anyone else for five years. So, if there’s something new—”
“Honey, I’m gonna take good care of you. Don’t you worry about anything,” I promised.
Then Devlin’s mouth was on mine, bruising my lips with a forceful kiss. I liked him like this, taking what he wanted. Strong and focused. I’d never been one to play the submissive chick in bed, but when he looked at me like he was right now, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do.
I reached for the snap on my skirt, but he stopped me. “No. Leave it.” His voice was as rough as the stones under the tires.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
He showed me instead. Devlin picked me up and placed me on the tailgate, pushing my legs apart so he could stand between them. I reached for him again. His cock was hard and throbbing in my hand. Moisture pooled at the tip, and I brushed my thumb over it. He groaned his approval. I opened my legs wider and guided his wet crown between my thighs. I stroked him against me, appreciating the sweet torture of not enough.
Devlin yanked my bra straps off my shoulders and made quick work of the front clasp. The bra fell from my breasts, and I saw the breath catch in his chest. He swallowed hard. I gripped his cock harder, and he clenched his teeth.
“Slow it down, Scarlett.”
I did as I was told, enjoying the novelty of not being a rebel for once.
“Good girl,” he told me. I wanted to hear those words again and again from him.
As my reward, he cupped my breasts, and I moaned at the contact. It felt like I’d been waiting for this forever. My nipples hardened against those big smooth palms, begging for his attention. “Oh, dang,” I whispered.
He pulled away from me, his erection sliding out of my grip. And then his mouth was at my breast, soft lips and warm tongue gliding over the sensitive peak. He bit lightly, and I gasped, dropping my head back. I looked up at the sky.
