Page 87 of The Trust We Broke
I smile at the use of my full name. “What does it need?”
“Makeup sex.”
I bark out a laugh. “Makeup sex?”
“You heard me. Strip, Counselor.”
I look around, the new parking spot suddenly making sense. “I can’t remember the last time I had sex anywhere other than a bed.”
“Other than the bathroom in Quinn’s apartment.”
“Fair point. Other than that.”
Grudge chuckles. “Then, welcome back, baby. Can’t say I’m either a voyeur or exhibitionist, but we’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”
“I’m older and, technically, wiser. I shouldn’t be stripping while the snow is falling around. It’ll be a hazard to drive home by the time we?—”
“I’ll get your truck towed. Or I’ll drive your truck and get one of the brothers to help me come back for mine. But right now, my cock aches for you as much as my arms and lips do, so strip and show me how much you want me.”
For a few seconds more, I listen to impartial arguments from both the angel and devil perched on my shoulders.
But as soon as Grudge unzips his denim, nudging it and his underwear over his hips, and begins stroking his cock, I’m lost.
I lean forward, open my mouth, and take the first inch between my lips.
Grudge’s sharp inhale shows me he loves oral as much as he always did.
I let saliva pool, to get him nice and wet, letting it run down him a little. It’s messy, but it gives me enough lubricant to add my hand to the mix.
“Ah, yeah, Luce. Suck it.” The words almost come out on a groan, and I smile as he jerks his hips upwards into my mouth. “Dirty little girl, sucking me off in the back of my truck.”
It does feel dirty. Uninhibited. It feels like I’m that young and carefree girl who used to love outdoor sex with the breeze caressing my body.
My hat falls forward, and Grudge catches it, tugging it off before putting his hand on the back of my neck. He holds me in place as he begins to fuck my face.
I can smell the musk of him. It’s fresh and clean, like he showered in the time since I left his home.
“Ah, shit,” he says finally, gripping my hair and yanking me off his cock. “Felt so good, I was gonna come.”
Not letting go of his hold on my hair, he tugs my face to his and kisses me deeply. It’s messy and wet and so hot that I can feel wetness pooling in my underwear.
It’s a fumble to get out of my clothes. The puffer coat takes up so much room, and my skinny jeans weren’t made to be removed in such small spaces.
“Wait,” I say, finding some sense. “Condoms. We didn’t use them in the bathroom. I’m on the pill, but what about testing.”
“To put your mind at some kind of ease, I got tested about six months ago, nothing showed up, and I always use condoms.”
“I got tested the day I found out Henry had cheated and it was all clear.”
He smiles at that. “Must be the prospect of fucking you, Bug. Makes me forget how to be sensible. But for today, we’ll use one. And I’ll get tested again to put your mind at ease.”
Grudge shimmies his jeans further down his thighs but takes a minute to grab a condom from his pocket, and rolls it on over his length. I’m relieved to see it’s a brand that has extra lubrication. “You’re gonna have to do the work, Bug. There isn’t any room for me to lay you out, and I sure as fuck ain’t taking you in the truck bed.”
I chuckle at the image. “You’re the only man I’ve made love in the back of a truck with.”
He cups my cheek. “Should have been the only man you ever made love to, period.”
“Would it help if I told you none of them were as good in bed as you?”
