Page 46 of Wait in the Truck
I tear my mouth away, skim my lips down her jaw, across the column of her throat, feeling her pulse racebeneath my tongue. “I fucking love you, Sage. And it’s maddening.” I clasp her throat, light but firm, making sure she feels it—feels me. “I’d kill for you.”I already have.I want to say those words, let her know how nothing can touch her, nobody but me. Someday soon I will tell her everything I’ve done to keep her safe; but not now, not tonight.
I bite her shoulder just enough to make her gasp. “You’re mine. To protect. To love. Mine, Sage. Next time you feel fear, I’ll be there to take it away.”I’ll bury any motherfucker who looks at her the wrong way. Fuck, anyone who looks at her at all.
Her breath hitches, nails digging into my arms.
“Say it,” I order, dragging my hands lower, teasing her but not giving her what she wants. “Say you love that I’d kill for you.”
Her body shudders beneath me, her thighs squeezing tighter around my waist.
“I love it,” she whispers. “I love knowing you’d kill for me.”
A smirk curves my lips.Good! Keep that in mind when I tell you I strangled your poor excuse of an ex.
“Damn right, you do.” I bite her bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth before releasing her, my breath hot against her mouth. “Because that means you’re mine, and nothing in this world is ever taking you from me. I’d kill any motherfucker who tries.”
My hands are everywhere—gripping, owning, marking. I don’t need anything else from this life, not when I have this, not when I have her unraveling beneath my touch, gasping, begging, surrendering.
Her nails scratch down my arms, her body arching into me. She’s lost in it now. Lost in me.
I glide my mouth down the slope of her throat, sucking at the skin until I know she’ll wear me there for days. Let them all see. Let them all know exactly who she belongs to.
“Gonna wreck you for anyone but me, Wildflower,” I mutter against her skin, my voice low, dark, and laced with every filthy promise I intend to keep.
That’s it. That’s the moment I lose control.
The second the last thread of restraint snaps, I shove her against the cold metal of the tractor, trapping her between steel and my body. She gasps, her nails sinking into my shoulders, clawing at my skin like she’s trying to anchor herself. Like she knows I’m about to undo her.
Her breath hitches, her body jerking against mine, hips tilting up, seeking more. Always more. But I make her wait because she’s mine to control. Mine to ruin.
I let my hands roam over her stomach, up to her chest, gripping the thin fabric of her sundress in my fists before ripping it apart like it’s nothing. No panties in sight. A sharp inhale. A tremble. Then nothing but heat. Skin.Nothing but mine.
I spread her open, bare beneath me, savoring the waymy hot breath skates over her fevered flesh, sending a shiver racing down her spine. I don’t tease. I don’t go slow. I take.
Within seconds, I free myself from my jeans and thrust into her, hard and deep, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her head falls back, a strangled cry spilling from her lips, and fuck, I love that sound. The sound of her breaking, of her unraveling for me.
She’s so tight, so fucking wet, and it’s all for me. Always for me.
Her body jolts with every snap of my hips, thighs locked around me as she claws at my chest—desperate, needy, like she can’t get close enough. Like she’ll die if I stop.
She won’t. But she’ll feel like she might.
I grip her hips, keeping her locked in place as I ease myself out, then slam back in, harder, deeper, setting a brutal rhythm that has her gasping, writhing, breaking beneath me. I watch every fucking second of her coming undone. The way her back bows, the way her lips part, the way she moans my name like it’s the only thing left in her head.
She doesn’t need to hold on to anything. I’ve got her. I always will.
I bite at her jaw, her throat, sucking bruises into her skin until she whimpers, until she’s marked—until she wears my touch like a fucking cattle brand.
“No one else touches you,” I rasp, my voice edged withhunger and something darker. “No one else ever gets to see you like this. No one else ever gets to fucking have you.”
She nods, barely able to breathe, barely able to think. Good. I don’t want her thinking. I want her consumed by me, and me alone.
I shift, pinning her harder against the tractor, angling myself deeper. Her head snaps back, mouth parting in a broken cry as I drive into her. “Say my name.” My thrusts turn rougher, deeper, punishing—pushing her to the very edge of pleasure and pain.
“Kade—”
I slam into her, my hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “Scream it.”
And she does. She shatters around me, crying out, her body tightening, clenching, pulling me deeper, dragging me under as I lose myself in her completely.
