Page 56 of Wild and Unruly
I swallow, sweat gathering at my brow. It could be from the bar lights, from the other bodies pushing in around us and creating extra warmth, or it could be all from this man who held me in his arms.
“Why didn’t you?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper.
He leans back, and I look up at him, my eyes catching his. “Because even though I haven’t known you very long, I feel something real here, Bonnie Helix.” He licks his bottom lip, and I note the nervous gesture, the way his eyes are watching mine as if he’s trying to decide what he wants to say.
“I do, too,” I say, latching a hand into his hair. Suddenly, the room is too public, too full of people, and before I lose my nerve, I run my hand down to his and interlock our fingers, dragging him behind me.
He follows without question.
We don’t say anything to anyone, don’t call out goodbyes, or tell anyone where we’re heading. I weave our bodies through the throngs of people, impatience begging me to open my mouth and yell that I need to get through so I can do some very naughty things to this very nice man holding my hand, but I manage to refrain.
We push through the door and Stetson takes the lead, pulling me toward his truck that’s too far away for the urgency I feel right now. That was probably a good thing considering what I have going through my mind right now.
Finally finding the truck, he opens my door, and I frown, jumping in before turning to him. He almost leaves but I grasp his hand tighter. “Wait.”
Stetson turns back, and under the brim of his hat, I can see the way his eyes are heated, ready to devour every inch of me.
I wave my hand at his face. “Hold on to this because I don’t want it to go anywhere.”
He frowns, stepping back into the doorway of the truck and looking me over. The poor man is hanging by the edge of his seat with need. I can see it all over his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t wait,” I admit, my chest rising with rapid breathing. My leg grazes over his jeans, and I lift a brow. “And neither can you.”
“What are you?—”
I look to the back seat of his truck. It’s not big, not even close, but it could be big enough.
“Really?” His question holds a bit of uncertainty. “It’ll be tight.”
I lift my brow and smile. “Ah, just how you like it.”
“That’s it.” He pounces.
His mouth crashes into mine, and I open my knees, letting his body settle right between my legs, my boots doing their best to bring him closer to me.
His tongue works against mine, and the heat rising between us continues until I’m about ready to combust.
“Stetson, Stetson, Stetson,” I say, trying to get his attention where I need it. Which is south, much more south. “I need you.”
“Fuck, I need you too, Bo.” He pulls me out of the truck, pulling a squeal out of me. In one arm, he holds me to him while I gawk at the man, and the other reaches forward, pulling the mechanism that launches the front seat forward to get into the back.
“You’re so handy.” I press a kiss to his mouth before I crawl into the truck, launching into the back seat.
“Just one of the many perks of being my girl,” he comments, crawling in behind me and latching the truck door shut.
I turn and lay on my back, wishing I’d worn a skirt or something, but instead, I work to kick off my boots. Stetson reaches down, taking off one of my boots, then the other, before he leans over to unbutton my jeans and drag them down over my hips.
“What are some other perks to being your girl?” I ask with a teasing smile. Stetson lifts a brow at me and smirks.
“Oh honey, I’m about to show you all of them.” He glances through the window of the truck, probably making sure the coast is clear before he lays himself down over me. I’m down to my panties, my bare legs open for him, and I wrap them around his denim-covered hips. “But we’re gonna have to make quick work of it.”
I want to say more, say something sarcastic or witty or funny, but his hand finds my center, and I just…can’t. I grip his shoulders with my hands, holding him while his hand works over me, my core on fire with need. “Stetson.”
“Go ahead and call my name as loud as you want, Bo.” He leans down, brushing a kiss over my lips. “Better to practice what you’ll be doing for the rest of your life.”
I smile at the comment, my hands gripping his shoulder when his thumb grazes over my clit. “Stetson Cash.” I pull his mouth down to mine, not kissing but holding just a breath away. “If you don’t fuck me in the next two minutes, I’m doing it myself.”
His eyes turn molten in the dark light, and I grin when he moves. I hear more than see his belt getting unbuckled and the zipper of his pants. I hear a crinkle of paper, and then he’s laying back over me again. “No need for that, darlin’. I’m going to take care of you.”
