Page 19 of Spring Forward

She might not know if she can trust my words and what I hope is our future, but I’m going to prove it to her. The fact that she didn’t brush me off by reminding me I’m her boss is enough of an in for me. I’ll keep showing up and proving it to her.

“Fuck yes, Freckles,” I growl, “grind down on my hard dick.”

A knock on the window of my truck has me growling, the sound feral, while Delaney lets out a yelp of surprise as she tries to jump away from me. She doesn’t get far considering she’s wedged between my chest and the steering wheel. Both of our heads turn slowly toward my window to find Huxley standing there with a huge grin on his face while he wiggles his eyebrows up and down shamelessly.

“Hey guys, I don’t mind the show at all,” he yells through the window and winks at Delaney who goes bright red, “but you might want to take this party inside.”

When I flip him off, he presses his face against the window and looks down as if he would be able to see anything even though my woman is still fully dressed. Delaney buries her face in her hands and presses her body as tightly against mine as she can.

“Go away,” I yell back at him, “or I’m going to kick your ass.”

He holds his hands up and takes slow steps backward for a few feet until he turns and heads toward the barn as he waves goodbye to us over his shoulder. When I look back at my woman, her shoulders are shaking. Panic hits me and twists my gut.

“Freckles,” I try and soothe her, “he’s an asshole and not worth your tears.”

Her head jerks up and I can see the amusement in her eyes as she grins, and laughter spills out of her. My shoulders slump and I can’t help but join her. The sound of our combined laughter fills the cab of my truck and makes my heart really fucking happy.

“We should take this inside,” Delaney’s voice is a sultry rasp as her eyes sparkle with mischievousness.

My grip tightens on her ass as I open the door and then maneuver us out without letting her go. Her arms wrap around my neck and her nails trial along the edge of my hairline at the nape of my neck.

“Fuck,” I groan, “you’re trouble.”

She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes with an innocent smile on her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh,” I grunt as I stride toward the porch, up the stairs, and into the house.

I don’t stop until I kick the door to my room closed behind us. As I slide my woman down my body, we both let out needy sounds. The one that comes from the back of my woman’s throat has my cock throbbing and almost bursting through the zipper of my jeans.

Even though I expect my woman to start stripping, she drops to her knees. I suck in a sharp breath as my cock throbs with her in this position. My eyes are wide and wild as I look down at the vision in front of me. She’s fucking gorgeous.

“Freckles,” I grit out through my teeth, “you don’t have to do this.”

Her pouty lips curl into a slight smirk as her hands reach for my belt. “I want to,” she breathes out as her eyebrows pull together in concentration.

I swear I don’t fucking blink because I don’t want to miss a single second of my woman getting my dick out and taking me into her mouth. Time seems to slow down or maybe her movements are just that deliberate. I’m pretty sure I don’t even breathe until my cock springs free, and my woman wraps her delicate fingers around my hard shaft.

When she kisses the tip, my knees go weak, and I hiss out a sound that is a mix of praise and encouragement. I use both hands to gather her brown hair, twisting the strands around one of my fists as the other cradles the back of her head.

It’s going to take all of my willpower not to fuck her face.

I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist.

My woman’s eyes glint as she looks up at me and parts her perfect lips before flicking the tip of her tongue to collect the pre-cum on the crown. I have to move my feet further apart and brace myself because the pleasure spiking through my body at that simple contact threatens to take me down.

Once she takes me to the back of her throat, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have an out-of-body experience.

“You look so fucking good on your knees for me, Freckles,” my voice is husky and tinged with barely contained need.

When she takes me into her warm, wet mouth, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a low groan filled with pleasure. The way her lips wrap around me as she moves up and down my length is one of my favorite feelings in the world. It’s right up there with burying my face between her thighs so I can taste her arousal and the feeling of sliding deep inside of her dripping pussy.

When she hums the vibration slithers through my cock and my fingers tighten in my woman’s hair and twitch against the back of her head. I’m a panting fucking mess, but that’s what she does to me. It’s what she always does to me.

“That’s it,” I growl, “suck my cock. Feels so good.”

Her green eyes are staring up at me and lit up as if she’s enjoying watching every single one of my reactions to what she’s doing to me. I hiss out her name when her fingers slide up my thigh to gently grip my balls. The way she rolls them in her hand has me grunting every time I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I rasp.

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