Page 17 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jerry

I fell into the strawberry lip-gloss and peppermint gum flavor of Autumn’s lips with a groan. Needing so much more. But I also wanted to savor her.

Her fingers flexed on my ribs, and she opened for me, the tip of her tongue exploring my lips, tracing the edge of my front teeth. She wrapped her arms around me and pushed into my mouth with a soft sigh. That single sound turned my slow building anticipation into a hungry inferno.

“I have a secret too,” she whispered between kisses as her nimble fingers found their way under my shirt. She kneaded the skin of my back with soft fingers and the scrape of nails. My dick swelled so much the restricted space of my jeans hurt.

“Tell me,” I gasped, and tightened my hold on her.

Moonlight glinted off the waterfall of dark hair spilling around her face. “Take me over to your secret spot first.” As she pulled away, her hands slid down the sensitive backs of my arms and forearms before she clasped my hands. Tugging lightly, she took a few steps backward toward the truck before turning so our clasped hands rode on the shelf of her ass as she walked.

All my words left. I’d known she had a beautiful round ass, but I’d never touched it, never dared. Under the pillow of soft flesh, the muscle flexed against my knuckles in each step. The generous curve of her hips formed a perfect heart shape in her scissoring steps.

She glanced back over her shoulder with a sly smile.

My fantasy in the shower came roaring back and filled my head with white noise. Fuck me harder…

She came to a halt at the tailgate. “Oh… wow.”

The big pile of soft blankets and sleeping bags formed a cushy foundation. Pillows stacked either for sleeping or snuggling framed the back of the cab. I’d placed the cooler of snacks off to the side and out of the way for now.

“You did all this?” she asked and twirled to face me, her eyes a little shinier in the moonlight. “For me?”

I nodded. “Do you like it?” Nerves took over, and I wanted to fidget badly but shoved my hands into my pockets instead. One finger stroking the frame of her glasses for reassurance.

She pressed her hands to her mouth and nodded. “I love it.”

She’s here. She likes it. Go slow.

Hopping up onto the tailgate, I turned and reached for her. “Ready?”

Autumn’s smile widened as she nodded and gripped my fingers. She hooked a foot on the edge and hopped.

I pulled her right into my arms, and her breath rushed out against my throat.

“Do you really like it, Autumn?” I asked and held her face. “We can go somewhere else if you don’t.”

Her lips curved into an even bigger, beautiful smile. She toed off her sneakers and sat down on the blankets. “Jerry, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” She patted the spot beside her. “Than right here with you.”

Autumn scooted farther back on the mattress as I nudged my shoes off then crawled toward her. I hesitated at her ankles as nervousness took over. Too close too fast?

One finger crooked at me in invitation to close the distance. “Not close enough yet,” she said. She fisted the front of my shirt and took my mouth in a rough, hungry kiss. All my doubts evaporated. We collapsed backward in a rush of kisses as her arms tightened around my neck. I gripped her elbows, drawing her arms tighter around my neck. I wanted more. Rolling onto my side, she followed by pressing her body closer. Her nipples turned to firm points of pressure over my heart as I welcomed her tongue into my mouth. Each hot swirl and slide drew a sound from her that set off fireworks behind my eyes.

“Autumn,” I gasped. “What’s your secret?”

She grinned, a quick flash of teeth in the dark. “Well,” she sighed and faked a put-upon gesture before flopping back on the pillows. “It’s kind of dirty.”

“There’s no better kind of secret than a dirty one in my opinion.”

Autumn’s sultry laugh stirred more than lust to the surface of my skin. The lasting heat of so much desire sparked into flame and burned even brighter. Love had always been there, waiting for its moment to shine through.

“When I touch myself,” she whispered then paused, playing with our linked hands resting on the blankets. “I always think of you.”

My heart soared as the image of her on the bed filled my mind. “I kind of have a confession about that too,” I replied.

“What do you mean?”

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