Page 98 of From the Ashes
“What if I finally take Jake’s advice and turn my stock contractor gig into a legitimate business?” I ask Walker. “If I make it an LLC, I can become one of your sponsors and potentially grow that business.” The more I talk about it, the more excited I become.
But Walker feels differently.
“I appreciate that more than you know, Phoe, but that’s too many eggs in one basket. I’m looking so forward to having you on the road with me. And you make me a better rider, but I don’t want to take more from you or put that pressure on us. You can’t be my boyfriend, my coach,andmy sponsor,” he argues, bursting my bubble.
“Why the hell not? It makes total sense. Who would have your best interests at heart more than me? Your health and safety are my top priorities because I have plans for you that extend beyond the ring. All the other sponsors just care about your wins so you bring more attention to their companies.”
The reality is, being a cowboy is fucking expensive. If we don’t find sponsors to fill the vacancies, Walker most likely won’t be able to compete next season regardless of the training we put in because now I know he won’t take my money.
“I’ll find others,” he says, throwing his hand over the console in my truck to drag his palm across my dick. “You know the only thing I want to worry about tonight?” he asks seductively, making me step a little harder on the gas pedal.
“What’s that?”
“How fast I can get you off.”
The gravel in his voice almost does it right then. My hips push up into his hand, immediately wanting what he’s offering.
“That’s a dangerous game to play while I’m driving, DeVille,” I admonish half-heartedly.
“What’s the matter, Harding? Can’t rein in your desire for me?” he teases.
“I’ve kept it reined in for the last two days while people watched us, judged us, fawned all over you, groped you, and begged you to take your clothes off. Consider my reins snapped by this point,” I grit out.
“Good. That’s exactly how I like them,” he says, rubbing me harder through my jeans.
It’s only six in the evening as I finally pull into our driveway. We were so stressed and exhausted last night after everything that had happened, we fell into bed in each other’s arms and promptly fell asleep.
I guess Walker’s libido wants to make up for a night without an orgasm.
I barely get the truck in park before Walker launches himself over the center console to the backseat.
“What are you do—” I don’t get to finish my thought before he’s tugging me toward him. I laugh as I push myself between the seats to give him what he wants, which apparently, is me in the backseat with him.
“Strip,” he commands. “There’s not enough room in here for me to do it for you.” He wastes no time relieving himself of his own clothes. As soon as my boots, socks, jeans, and boxers are off, he’s straddling my lap. We’re both already hard andmy God,the sensation of his cock sliding against mine has me seeing stars.
“Fuck,” I moan into his mouth as he slides across my lap.The friction he’s creating has me going out of my fucking mind. My hands fly to his perfect ass. Tight, round, and hard, I grip him with bruising force.
He reaches between us with an open palm and spreads our mixed precum around both our heads. Not satisfied that there’s enough for his hand to move easily, he tears at a lube packet with his teeth.
I can’t help my laugh. “The hell did that come from?” I ask.
“Wasn’t sure if we’d get an opportunity, but I wanted to be ready just in case,” he explains through his panting breaths. Any comment I was going make is cut off when he begins jacking us together in his fist, hard and fast.
I don’t know how I survived for eight years without this…don’t know how I survived withouthim.
With a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull Walker to me, sucking on his lower lip as he continues to grind on my lap.
Knowing he was already primed, I’m not surprised when a couple minutes later, he whines my name.God, I love that sound.
“Phoe,I’m close.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he breathes before the sexiest series of groans erupts from his chest as cum erupts from his cock.
My body gives me no choice but to follow suit as his cock continues to leak onto mine. I grip his ass again, my fingers trembling as they dig into his flesh. And I come…and come…and come.
Finally spent, my head falls back against the headrest of the backseat.
