Page 100 of On The Rocks

Tonight, however, wasn’t a quiet moment. It was a Saturday night, which made me feel guilty for bailing on the taproom. I knew Dean, Kevon, and our new girl, Pam, could deal with a busy Saturday night. It didn’t stop me from feeling bad about asking for time off.

But Griffin was steadily getting into music mode for the concert schedule, which included scouting out talent. Tonight, we were seeing a local singer with a small band. Bridger Everette was an alt-country guy. It wasn’t exactly my kind of music, but it suited the orchard.

The rural aspect of the town of Turnbull was perfect for that kind of talent to bring in people to watch a show at the orchard.

We were at The Hat Trick, a dive bar, on the edge of Turnbull. The neon sign was missing the c in Trick, giving it extra character. I rolled down my window and leaned out to make a quick video for our social media page.

If Bridger was worth adding to our roster of local talent, then it might add some excitement to our announcement during Memorial Day when we released the list of acts through the summer.

Griffin parked at the back of the lot since the place was popping. He was wearing black on black, which always made me crazy. There was something about the way it made his dark hair and beard seem even more wild.

He glanced my way as he turned off the truck. “Did I mention how amazing you look?”

“Yes, but I don’t mind if you tell me again.” I unhooked my belt and slid across the bench.

“I never thought I’d see you in cowboy boots or want so much to strip you out of everything but those damn boots.”

I laughed. “I’ve had them since Arizona. Hand-tooled, just for my feet.” I straddled his lap and sat astride him. “Want to be a little late.”

He groaned and slipped his hands under the skirt of my short dress. When he felt only skin, his green eyes practically glowed in the dim light from the lone parking lamp. “Tell me that you’re...” He trailed off as he skimmed his fingertips to the small of my back and found no thong or scrap of panties. He growled. “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on this kid’s work, knowing you’re bare for me?”

“Maybe I’m bare for me.”

“Maybe you’re driving me crazy.”

I grinned and nipped his lower lip. “I do like to drive you crazy.”

“Success,” he said, against my mouth before he gripped my ass and tipped my hip down until his shaft grazed my pussy. “Want to ride me until I smell like you?” His mouth drifted to my throat, and he dragged his bearded chin across my skin. “So,everyoneknows who owns me?”

My chest tightened. Whenever he flipped that around me, I burned. Even though I knew it was becoming increasingly obvious that he owned me just the same. Especially with how he knew just how to touch me. With his other hand, he dragged down the stretchy fabric at the front until I spilled over the demi-cup bra I wore.

He reached around to cup both my cheeks with his hands and lifted me enough to get his mouth on me.

Incensed, I fumbled with his belt and zipper to get him free. “I want this. Not just a ride on your zipper, pal.”

He groaned when I gripped his shaft, freeing him of his denim and cotton. I dragged my pussy against his shaft and hisvoice became little more than a growl now. “Wet for me already, baby? You dressed knowing you were going to murder me in my truck like this?”

I grinned and covered his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled and stroked as I rubbed myself against him. A dangerous road without a condom. I was protected, but I didn’t take these kinds of chances. I didn’t let a man ride bare inside of me. I wouldn’t be so stupid.

But right then, the way his hot, thick cock rode against me, it made me feel out of control.

Just once.

What would it feel like to feel every part of him inside of me?

I rolled my hips against him until the flared head rubbed along my clit. He sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against my shoulder. “Darlin’ you keep that up and I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt right here, right now.”

“Yes.”

He panted out my name. “Wallet.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say no. Just get inside of me.

But I dug for his wallet.

With shaking fingers, I found the condom and tore it open and suited him up then I took him deep. He dragged his teeth down my neck then he moved up to my breasts as he lifted me up and seated himself even deeper. I threw my head back, the steering wheel digging into my back, which made me tip my hips forward even more, so I didn’t blast the horn.

He hit me just right and then his fingers were there, circling my clit to rocket me up and over in one of the fastest orgasms I’d ever had. I rode that one and shook around him, my nipples dragging against the soft cotton of his shirt, my clit against his calloused fingers, and my thighs gripping him so tight that we both soared.

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