Page 43 of Calling the Shots

“Yes, you. Out in the open, as you put it. I’m not going to hide someone as incredible as you away.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I’m positive I’m blushing. “You sure you can handle that? Even if there’s gossip?”

“I can. I’m a big boy, Firecracker. Promise.”

“Oh, I know you’re a big boy,” I tease, running my hand over his broad chest. “You’ve proven that a time or two.”

Mack laughs, a low, throaty rumble vibrating through the night, and my heart soars.I could get used to this.

“Now are you going to take me home and make good on that dirty text or what?” I ask, arching a brow.

“You better believe it, baby. Get in the truck.”

* * *

We don’t even make it home. Instead, Mack takes a detour down the nearest dirt road and we wind up in a field on the side of town.

“Pretty sure this took as much time as driving straight to my house,” I point out as he kills the ignition.

“Nah. Besides, this is more romantic. Wait till you see.” He hops out of the truck and jogs around to my door, wrenching it open for me. The creak of metal screeches, loud out here in the quiet of the night.

Stepping out and looking around, I realize just how right he is. The entire field is dark, except for a path of moonlight cutting through the grass, the green blades tipped in silver. Twinkly stars form a sparkly canvas above us and the cool fall breeze licks at my overheated skin. A symphony of wildlife sounds from the trees, an owl hooting somewhere in the distance.

The entire scene’s magical, way better than a boring old bedroom.

More than that, I’m touched that Mack thought to bring me out here, to show me this special spot.

He grabs my hand, pulling me around to the rear of his truck. Lowering the back, he lifts me up into the bed by the hips, tossing me around like I weigh nothing. Then he spreads out a quilt and pats the center of the blanket.

“Get comfy. I have a promise to make good on.”

With a grin, I undo my shorts and shimmy out of them as gracefully as possible.

“Lose the panties, too. I don’t want anything in my way now that I have you out here.”

“Yes, sir,” I tease, giving him a salute and I swear he growls, pupils dilating.

Tossing my clothes to the side, I lay back on my elbows and wait. Fizzy excitement bubbles through my veins, the night air cool on my hot, exposed center.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Mack’s eyes rake over me, lingering on my chest, my bare pussy. Then he pushes my legs apart gently and ducks between my thighs, licking all the way down.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” I lift the baseball cap from his head and chuck it next to my clothes, running my fingers through his soft curls as he kisses my most sensitive spot. Shimmery pleasure rolls through me, cascading from my shoulders all the way to my belly. He dips his tongue inside me and I throw my head back, biting my lip. The pressure builds as he eats me out beneath the glittering stars.

The breeze blows through the trees, kissing my heated skin, and I’m close to falling over the edge. Mack slides two fingers inside me and I roll my hips to get more friction.

“Mack—” I whimper and he lifts his head for a second, grinning.

“You taste so good, baby. I could do this all night.”

“I can’t…” My body trembles as he sucks at my clit, flicking his tongue at the swollen skin.

“Oh, you can. Come for me, baby girl.”

His words, the vibration on my pussy, send me careening over the edge. I shudder as he moves his tongue along my slit, kissing and sucking up my juices.

“Oh my god, Mack—” I cry out. He holds my hips and keeps me locked into place, trembling on his face.

Finally, the last waves of my release subside and I lay there, staring up at the sky, breathless.

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