Page 91 of Ashes of the Past
I increase my pace, riding him harder, faster. The truck rocks slightly with our movements, and I vaguely wonder if anyone passing by would notice. The thought sends another jolt of arousal through me.
He grabs the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair as the other hand snakes up and wraps around my throat. He pulls me down to him, his mouth capturing mine in a hot, searing kiss.
I thought I was the one in control, but he definitely changed that for me.
Damn, I love it when he wraps his hand around my throat. It’s so freaking hot.
“God, Brynn,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so tight, so wet for me.”
I grind down harder, chasing my release. One of his hands snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs tight circles, and I feel the pressure building. His other hand tightens on my throat, and I let out a moan against his mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathe.
I’m so desperate for more friction to feel him hit that special spot over and over again. I need more of him.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls against my lips. “You like being at my mercy.”
I can only whimper in response, lost in the sensations.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. My inner walls clench around him, pulling him deeper. He groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine as he follows me into ecstasy.
“Jack!” I scream.
I collapse against him, and his arms wrap around me as he pulls me tighter into him. My head rests on his chest and the steering wheel is digging into my back. I didn’t care or notice before, but it’s very noticeable now. But we stay like that, panting and trembling in each other’s arms. The reality of what we’ve just done slowly seeps back in. I can feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I realize how exposed we are.
“I can’t believe…” I start.
He reaches up and cups my chin in his hands. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Don’t go regretting it on me.”
“I don’t regret it,” I murmur. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt confident enough to be so bold before.”
“I love that you are.”
“So, how do I get off you and back in the passenger seat without hurting you?” I ask with a soft giggle as I look around.
“Don’t worry about hurting me.”
I shoot him a disapproving look before I move slowly, he pulls out of me, and I awkwardly unstraddle him, honking the horn with my butt and knocking my knee on the gear shift.
“Shit,” I curse as I fall into the passenger seat ungracefully.
I’m dying laughing at myself and how ridiculous I must look. When I get situated in the passenger seat, I can feel his eyes on me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says softly, reaching over and pulling me into another hot kiss.
“Watch it, cowboy; I may just climb right back over.”
“We’re not in high school anymore. Why don’t we go back to the ranch?”
“You can stay the night with me,” I answer softly. “But you’ll have to be up and out early. I don’t…I’m not ready for Olivia to know about anything yet. I don’t want to—”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he cuts me off. “I get it, okay? I’m certain this is what I want, but I also know that we need to go slow for her sake.”
I sink into the seat, sighing as I look back at him. I almost expected him to fight me on that or maybe even announce that he’d be gone after sex because that’s all he wanted. Instead, he gave me confirmation that we both want the same thing and also shut down my insecurities.
“Thank you,” I say.
