Page 66 of Claiming Becca

“Oh my god! You’ve been before?” she asks. Connor looks at me with amusement. He must be able to hear her.

“Yeah. Connor and I used to go all the time,” I reply.

She scoffs. “Did he dance with other women?”

My eyebrows scrunch at that question, and he tilts his head. “No. Why?” I ask.

“And you didn’t realize he was into you. Bec, I wish I had met you sooner because you two would have wound up together much quicker.” Connor starts smiling, and I shake my head. “Julian! We’re going line dancing tonight.”

I roll my lips between my teeth, wondering how he will respond. “Oh, yes, you are. If you don’t dance with me, I’ll have to get another man—” I hear her squeal. I start laughing.

“Alright, we’ll be there. What time?” she asks. I glance at Connor.

“Around seven?” I ask. He nods.

“Woohoo! See you then.” She hangs up.

I smirk at Connor. “She has him wrapped around her finger,” I tell him.

He hums as he leans down, kissing my neck and shoulder again. “I completely understand how that feels.”

I push his hat off his head to run my fingers through his hair. “You’re giving me another hickey, aren’t you?” I suck in a breath when his knee moves between my legs, and I shamelessly rock against him. He hums again but doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

I rock against him again, and a rumble goes through his chest. He lifts his head and stares down at me with dark eyes. “Can you come like that?” he rasps out. I suck in a breath and nod my head. The edge of my jeans pushes into my clit, and he pushes his leg harder against me. I choke out a moan, and he brings his forehead against mine. “Go ahead then.”

“We’re in a public parking lot,” I protest weakly as I continue to rock against him.

“That makes it even more thrilling. The possibility of getting caught,” he says against my lips. “Come on, Shortcake.” I grind against him. I can’t believe I’m on the edge so quickly.

His lips graze mine, and I want more. “Connor, I want you inside me.” I groan. A rumble goes through his chest again. He yanks away from me, grabs me under the arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I don’t care if we’re in a parking lot. I need him.

He pulls the truck’s backdoor open and pushes me inside, climbing in after me, slamming the door, and locking it. I yank the button to my jeans open and push them down my legs. He yanks them off and then pushes his jeans down until his cock pops out.

“Fuck,” I whisper. I’m so desperate.

He grabs my leg, wraps it around his waist, and then sinks into me. “Holy shit,” he groans out.

He begins to move immediately. “You feel so good. Do you know how many times I fantasized about this? How many times I’ve wanted to take you in the back of my truck?” He pushes into me with hard, long thrusts with each sentence.

I arch against him and claw at his back. “Me too,” I admit. He adjusts me so my hips lift slightly off the seat, and it causes him to hit my spot every time he thrusts into me.

“Yes. Fuck,” I whisper over and over again. “It’s so good,” I cry out.

“If I could live inside you every single day, I would,” he murmurs against my mouth. We try to kiss, but we’re both moaning and breathing hard. Our mouths just touch. I’m about to come. My legs start shaking.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.” He moans against me, his head dropping to the crook of my neck. And that’s precisely what I do. If there’s anyone in the parking lot, I’m sure they hear the loud groan that comes from deep in my chest.

“Fuck,” He moans. Then he’s thrusting into me, chasing his orgasm, and I hang on. I tighten around him, and he roars his release. I love this. I love I make him lose control. We lay still for several long seconds then there’s a knock on the window.

Connor’s head pops up. Thank goodness his truck is lifted a little, so whoever it is can’t see inside. The knock comes again.

“What the fuck?” Connor growls as he pushes away, slipping out of me. I quickly pull my panties and jeans on while Connor pulls his jeans over his hips and buttons them. He glances at me to make sure I’m decent before he opens the door and exits the truck.

“Can I help you?” he asks whoever it is, completely frustrated.

“Sorry to disturb you. I was checking to make sure everything was okay,” a male voice says. I cover my face with my hands, completely embarrassed. He heard us.

Connor opens the truck door more, showing me. “Everything is perfect.” The guy’s jaw drops at the same time mine does.

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