Page 64 of Howling Night

I watched the dark road ahead, streetlights and passing headlights occasionally illuminating the cab, bathing us in golden light before plunging us back into shadow. Each time the darkness embraced us, Ryder’s fingers grew bolder, venturing lower along my collarbone.

My hand twitched on his thigh, wanting to explore higher. I tried to resist since he was driving, but the solid heat of him beneath my palm was just too tempting. I slowly inched my hand upward, feeling his muscles flex beneath my touch.

“Mm, Everly,” he warned, dragging my name out like taffy.

I bit my lip, battling my better judgment and losing spectacularly. My hand slid between his legs, cupping the hard ridge straining against his pants. A growl rumbled deep inside his chest, and the truck swerved slightly before he regained control.

“Christ,” he breathed, his arm tightening around me.

I could feel how ready he was, how much he wanted me. The power of it was intoxicating. I stroked him through the fabric, feeling him throb against my palm.

“I need to pull over,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Right fucking now.”

“Where?” I said, looking around.

“Anywhere,” he whispered.

The truck slowed as Ryder steered onto a dirt turnout surrounded by tall pines. The moment the engine cut off, he twisted in his seat, his hands cupping my face as his mouth crashed down on mine.

His kiss was hungry, demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he devoured me. One large hand tangled in my hair while the other slid down my neck, tracing the edge of my dress where it dipped low between my breasts.

I moaned against his lips, pressing closer to him. My fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Our eyes locked as he reached over, sliding the straps down my shoulders until my dress fell, my breasts glowing in the dashboard lights. His hand slid up my thigh as I stroked his length, my dress bunching around my middle. When his fingers brushed against the damp silk between my legs, I gasped.

“Fuck,” he said, gripping the front of my underwear. “Are these special to you?”

I shook my head, and in one quick motion, he ripped them away from my body. His finger dipped inside, finding me slick and very, very ready.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he whispered.

I arched against his hand, crying out when he slipped another finger inside. “Oh, god.”

“You’re so beautiful, especially like this,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I shifted position, my eyes never leaving Ryder’s as I leaned down toward his lap. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with desire as he realized my intention.

“Shit, Everly,” he groaned, his voice strained as my lips brushed against the tip of his cock.

I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched. His hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding on like I was his anchor in a storm. I loved the hardness of him against my tongue, the taste uniquely his.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered hoarsely.

As I worked him deeper, I felt his other hand sliding up the back of my thigh, tracing the curve of my ass. His fingers found me from behind, dipping gently into my wetness.

I moaned around him as his talented fingers stroked me, matching the rhythm I’d set. The dual sensation of pleasuring him while he touched me was overwhelmingly erotic. Each time I took him deeper, he rewarded me with firmer touches, his fingers circling my clit before plunging inside me again, making my whole body shudder.

The truck’s windows had fogged completely, creating our own private world. The only sounds were our labored breathing and the occasional wet sounds of our bodies connecting.

“God, Everly, you’re killing me,” he said with a deep moan. “So fucking perfect.”

His praise spurred me on, and I took him deeper than I thought possible. Ryder’s fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” Ryder commanded.

I lifted my head, meeting Ryder’s gaze — his eyes dark and hungry in a way that made my insides melt. In that moment, I couldn’t bear another second without feeling all of him.

“Shouldn’t we wait?” he asked, breathing heavily. “Until we get back to your place.”

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