Page 28 of Wait in the Truck
“Kade—” Sage starts, but I cut her off with a raised hand.
“Nonnegotiable, Sage. Besides, friends look out for each other. And we’re that, right?” What we’ve got is tangled up in too many nights of watching her and too much skin to just be friends. At least for me.
“Friends,” she agrees after a beat, her gaze steady on mine. “Thanks, Kade. Really.”
“Anytime, darlin’,” I reply, and mean it. “Now, go sling them drinks before Jeb here docks your pay.”
Sage laughs, the sound rich and real, and it does funny things to my chest. She’s quick to get back to work, at ease as she moves among the tables. But every so often, she throws a glance my way, engaging me in a silent conversation, one we’ve been having without words for a while now.
I spend the rest of the night keeping an eye on the crowd and a closer one on Sage, even though I know Tobywon’t ever be coming back. The dirt on my ranch knows it, too, packed down and undisturbed, just as it should be.
KADE
17
Sage’s shift is done—finally.I push off the barstool, every muscle coiled tight as I follow her through the dimly lit maze of tables and chairs toward the exit.
“Here, let me help you with that,” I offer, reaching for the tray she’s balancing with practiced ease. She shoots me a look—half grateful, half wary—but doesn’t protest as I lift it from her hands. It’s nothing really, just an excuse to hover closer, to let my fingers brush hers in the exchange. The contact zings straight to my dick, sending a message my body can’t ignore.Keep touching me like that, Wildflower, and I’m gonna bend you over this bar and show everyone who you belong to.I may be here to protect her, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to keep my hands to myself. Not when my body is begging me to submit to my carnal urges.
Her voice low and husky, slicing through the thick air between us, she murmurs, “Thanks, Kade.”
“Anytime.” I keep it casual, though there isn’t anything casual about the way my zipper is biting into my throbbing dick.
Leaving the tray forgotten on a nearby barrel, together we exit through the back door into the gravelly embrace of the night. I follow her to her truck, a classic red Chevy that’s in pristine condition, ignoring the parking lot lights as they cast long shadows, turning the familiar into something feral and sinister.
“Here,” I say, giving her the keys she left on the bar earlier. Our fingers graze again, deliberate this time, lingering like a whisper of promise. Her hand is cool, small in mine, but her grip tightens for an instant, telling me more than words could.
“Kade, I…” She trails off, biting her lip.
I step closer, tilting her chin with a touch of my fingers. “Spit it out, Sage.” My eyes linger on her pouty lips, and it takes everything in me to keep my self-control in check.If she keeps looking at me like that, no doubt I’ll lose it. Part of me hopes she gives me a reason to wreck her right here in this parking lot.
“Is this… What are we doing?” she asks. Damn if that isn’t the million-dollar question.
“I’m following your lead.”I’m not. I know exactly how this ends, but I’ll be patient while she catches up.
The tension in her shoulders eases slightly. There’s a flicker of fight-or-flight in her gaze—I read it clear as day. But she is not running, not from me.
“Hey,” I prompt, sliding my hand to cup her cheek gently, forcing her to look into my eyes. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
A shuddering breath escapes her, and she leans into my touch ever so slightly. “I know.”
I hope to fuck I’m not reading her wrong, because there’s no way I can deny myself. Not with her so close. I greedily drink in every ragged breath she expels as I thread my fingers through her long blonde tresses, fighting every instinctive urge to pull her against me and let her feel how much she affects me. She tracks my every movement as her chest quickly rises and falls.Does she sense my control is a millisecond from snapping?
Her tongue slips out to wet her lip, attracting the attention of my ravenous, hungry eyes, and my patience runs out. I close the gap between us, my mouth descending on hers. Kissing Sage is like indulging in three of my favorite deadly sins—greed, gluttony, and lust.
I remove all the space between us, lifting her, both hands splayed over her ass cheeks, as I press her back against the truck. All reason is lost. I’m consumed by her. Sage seems just as affected—her hands roam over my shoulders, then knock the hat off my head as they dive into my hair.That’s it, Sage. Show me how wild I make you.
Herthighs tighten around my waist, and I can’t resist grinding against her Daisy Dukes-covered pussy. Tearing my mouth from hers, I growl, “Fuck, Sage,” and trail my lips over her jawline and down to her collarbone, then back up to bite her neck, adding the only kind of bruise that should ever be on her body. “So fuckin’ addictive, Wildflower.” The words are a caress against her skin.
Her needy cunt chases the high as she thrusts against my aching cock. “Don’t you dare stop, Kade.” My fingers slip under the frayed edge of her tiny denim shorts. Applying pressure, my hips grind into her, giving her what she needs.
I can smell her arousal as it permeates the air around us. “Jesus, Sage, you must be soaked. I can almost taste your sweetness on my tongue.”
She trembles in my arms as she breathes out, “Oh god.”
“Are you going to come for me, Wildflower?” I rasp, right before fusing my mouth to hers again. Her nails claw the back of my neck as her spine stiffens. “That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Break for me.”
Sage throws her head back, her body going almost limp as she trembles. I kiss her neck as she writhes through her release. Once she’s fully satiated from her orgasm, I set her on her feet.
