Page 52 of Four More The Merrier

I chuckle, tilting her chin up so she’s looking at me instead of scanning the empty road. "Babe, it's like a ghost town out here. And trust me, these windows will be fogged up in no time."

She bites her lip, then finally nods. I take off her toboggan, freeing that cascade of auburn hair I can’t get enough of. My fingers thread through it as I pull her closer, our lips meeting in a kiss that feels like it could set the truck on fire.

Quinn shifts on my lap, her hips pressing against me in a way that sends shivers down my spine. I start to pull off her hoodie, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath. "You always this bold?" she teases between kisses.

"Only with you," I whisper back, grinning. "You bring out the best in me."

Her laugh is soft but genuine. "Oh really? Is that what we're calling this?"

I nip at her bottom lip playfully. "Definitely. Call it creative inspiration."

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t resist as I slide the hoodie over her head and toss it onto the passenger seat. Her hands find their way under my shirt, cold fingers making me jump.

"Hey now," I protest lightly, "those hands are freezing!"

"Then warm them up," she shoots back, a smirk playing on her lips.

I capture her mouth again, more insistently this time.

“Too many damn layers,” I mutter, trying to get my hands under Quinn’s long sleeve shirt without much success. “This is like trying to unwrap a present with mittens on.”

She laughs, the sound like music to my ears. “Well, maybe I can help with that.” She pulls back just enough to yank her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra that makes my pulse quicken.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” I murmur, my hands immediately finding her breasts. They’re warm and soft under the lace, and I can’t resist taking her bra off too. It lands somewhere in the darkened truck cab as I start kissing and nipping at her skin.

Her breath hitches as I move lower, my lips tracing a path down her chest. “Your turn,” she says, her voice husky.

She tugs at my jacket, practically wrestling it off me before helping with my shirt. Her fingers trace the lines of my tattoos, each touch sending sparks through me.

“I always wondered what these felt like,” she murmurs, kissing along my chest.

I shiver at the sensation of her lips on my skin. “They’re all yours to explore.”

She grins up at me, that mischievous glint in her eyes making me want her even more. Her fingers play over the inked patterns on my arms and chest, each touch like fire against my skin.

“Any favorite?” she asks between kisses.

“The one you’re touching right now,” I reply, grinning. “But it changes by the second.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t stop exploring.

“Lift up a bit,” I whisper, guiding her hips. Quinn kicks off her boots, and I help her out of those skin-tight leggings. She’s left in a tiny black thong, tied at the sides, and it’s driving me wild.

“You’re killing me here,” I murmur, fingers deftly untying the sides of her thong. It falls away, leaving her bare and beautiful in the dim light of the truck cab.

Quinn’s breath catches as she lifts herself up, giving me just enough room to slide my pants and boxers down. My dick springs free, landing against my stomach.

Her eyes widen, a mix of surprise and something like terror flashing across her face. “Uh... wow.”

I cup her cheek, forcing her to look into my eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

She nods, taking a deep breath. “Alright.”

“Good girl,” I say softly. “Reach over to the glove compartment. There should be a condom in there.”

She stretches across me, fumbling with the latch on the glove compartment. Her bare skin brushes against mine, making my pulse race even faster. She finds the condom and sits back up.

“Now put it on me,” I instruct gently.

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