Page 52 of Target Me
“You,” she breathed.
“You’d better get these shorts off, then.”
I slid my own pants to my knees as she rushed to comply. My erection sprung out, as ready as it had been in the diner almost half an hour before. I adjusted the seat back and held a hand out toward Avery.
“Come ride me, hen.”
I helped her throw her knee over my hips and took a moment to appreciate her porcelain skin in the moonlight. Impatient for contact, Avery slapped my hands away and took my cock in hand, positioning me at her entrance and sliding onto me in one smooth movement. Our breaths left us in simultaneous sighs of relief as I bottomed out inside her.
She was so warm and wet, so eager to feel me stretching her. I brushed her hair back over her shoulder, palming her cheek as affection flooded me. At a loss for words, I pressed my lips to hers in a kiss I hoped could convey even half of what I felt for her, then did something I’d never done before.
Reclining my seat as far back as I could, I stretched my hands behind the headrest, clasping them tightly so I wouldn’t be tempted to use them.
Avery froze, eyeing me carefully as she took in our positions.
“Use me, hen. I’m yours. Take what you want from me.”
Her lips parted, breath stuttering as she watched me for another long minute.
“Go ahead. Just don’t get used to it.”
That got the smile I was looking for. She moved her hips, slowly at first, then with more confidence as she got used to the idea of being in control. She leaned over me, breasts swinging against my chest as she took a kiss. A quick, possessive claiming that made me grip my chair tighter to avoid spoiling the game. Straightening, she kneaded her breasts as she began to rock harder against me, using me just as I’d told her to. Sweat beaded on my forehead as the urge to come began to overwhelm my senses.
Not until Avery had had her fun. Her hand crept down over her stomach and paused, her eyes flying to me for a second, waiting for permission. I stared blankly back, silently reminding her this was her time. The smile she gave me was blinding, and I bit viciously at the inside of my cheek in an effort to maintain control as she began working her clit with two fingers. Her body tightened around me, and I knew she was close by the small whimpers breaking loose from her lips.
“Good girl,” I whispered, unable to help myself. “Come for me.”
She threw her head back, the scream that left her throat echoing through the cab of my truck and destroying the tight hold I had on my own orgasm. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her tight against me as shudders racked both of our bodies. Her breath blew warm over my neck where she had tucked her face close to me, her nose tracing my skin as she came down from her high.
“I love you.” The words were so quiet, I could almost convince myself I hadn’t heard them.
My stomach dropped. Buried inside her, sweat still cooling on our skin, I should have taken the confession as the gift it was, reciprocate because I was damn sure I loved her too, but I couldn’t. Not yet.
Not when I planned to break a promise to her as soon as the sun rose.
We cleaned up as best we could and crawled into the backseat, curling around each other to grab a few hours’ rest while we could.
* * *
The sun was well up,dappled light filtering through the trees onto Avery’s sleeping head when I woke the next morning confused and disoriented. I’d slept without dreaming for the first time since… ever. I couldn’t remember another time I’d slept through sunrise, and I wasn’t sure whether to attribute the break in ritual to the residual drugs in my system, or the sex goddess beneath me. Detangling myself carefully from her limbs so I didn’t disturb her, I slipped out of the truck and powered on my cell. Damon answered on the first ring.
“‘Sup, man?” he asked, voice a little more nasal than usual.
“I got a favor to ask. Hey, are you okay? You sound off.”
“Nah, man, just recovering. You know how it is.”
Damn. I hoped to God he wasn’t getting back on the alcohol train. He’d sounded better when he had been researching things for me, but maybe… then it hit me.
“Did you get messed up at the baseball game? Bear told me it was the event I shouldn’t have missed.”
Damon released a tight laugh. “Yeah, it was something all right.”
My shoulders dropped. This was going to work. I trusted my brothers-in-arms more than anyone else in the world. If I knew Avery was safe, I’d be able to focus on finding her stalker and taking him out once and for all.
I explained the situation to Damon as succinctly as possible and waited through a tense silence as he thought it over. I didn’t want to invade his privacy, but I quietly thought it might do him some good.
“Sure,” he said. A chick, chick, followed by a deep inhale and exhale, came down the line. “Bring her around whenever you’re ready. I’ll make up the spare bed.”
