Page 103 of To Catch a Firefly

Lucky turns at Gabby’s voice, a tentative smile on his face. “Yes?”

Gabby squeals. “Holy cow, hi! It feels like I know you already. Ellis just never shuts up about you. Oh, my goodness, where are my manners? I’m Gabby.”

Lucky accepts Gabby’s enthusiastic handshake before giving me a smirk. “You never shut up about me, huh?”

“Never,” Gabby says. “How was Costa Rica?”

Lucky laughs before launching into a shortened rundown of his recent trip, and I hold on to him tight, smelling a hint of citrus as his hair tickles my nose.

It’s a good hour later when most of our boothmates are at the pool tables, except for Riley and Gabby, who are chatting animatedly with one another. Lucky leans close, his lips whispering against my cheek.

“Ellis.”

I hum.

“I leave for Alaska tomorrow,” he says.

I nod, hands tightening on him. My beer is long gone, as is Lucky’s.

“For five days,” he reminds me.

Not long.

His hand settles on my chest, mouth near my ear. “I need you to fuck me before I go, El.”

My cock shifts, and Lucky huffs a laugh, grinding down on me for just a second.

“Take me somewhere?” he asks.

I nod, leaning back enough to catch his eye. The blue is bright. Lucky-blue, I think I’ll call it. There’s no other name that’s enough.

We say quick goodbyes to Gabby and Riley before leaving the bar. It’s cold out. Freezing. No snow is falling at the moment, but it still covers the ground. I crank the heat in the truck before pulling out onto the road. I know this area like the back of my hand, so I drive us to an uninhabited road, pulling off into a small turnaround in front of a guardrail. There’s no one else down this way.

Lucky unclips his seatbelt when I park. He crawls into the back and shoves the front passenger seat all the way forward. “Ellis.”

Swallowing heavily, I get out of the truck, knowing there’s no way I can crawl through like Lucky. The air nips at my skin as I round the vehicle and pull the back door open on Lucky’s side. He waits as I maneuver myself onto the bench seat, and then he climbs over my lap, his head almost brushing the top of the vehicle.

“I’m going to ride you, El,” he says simply. “I need to feel you while I’m gone. Sound good?”

I nod furiously as Lucky grins, and then he’s kissing me. It’s a spark, near-violent and ember-hot. It’s all teeth and tongue and a desperate urge to be closer, and I give in to it, not wanting anything else. Lucky grinds down on my lap, his knee pressed to the door, and when that’s not enough, he reaches between us to unzip my pants. His hand is warm when it wraps around me, and my hips hitch into his grip, my breath stuttering as he pumps my shaft.

“One of these days,” he says between breaths, “we’re going to do this in a bed.”

I huff a laugh that dissolves into a groan as Lucky drops to the floor between my legs. How he has room, I don’t know, but he squeezes between the seats and sucks me into his mouth. My head clunks against the headrest behind me, one of my legs bent beside Lucky, the other spread around the middle console, foot under the driver’s seat. It’s cramped and almost too hot, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Wouldn’t dare stop when I have Lucky here with me, showing me with his tongue and his lips and his throat the way he wants me.

My fingers thread through Lucky’s hair as he works me over, and I look down, drawn like a magnet to that spark in his eye. His lips are shiny, cheeks rosy and sharp, and his eyes… His eyes are bright and on my person, looking at me as if I’m worth being his sole focus. As if, maybe, out of everywhere in this vast universe, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than here with me.

“Luck,” I croak, giving him a small tug when it starts to become too much.

He pops off my cock with a sound that has my gut clenching, and then he reaches for the waistband of my pants. “Lift up.”

I do, and with a whole lot of finagling, Lucky gets my jeans and underwear down my legs, leaving them both dangling above my left boot. The right boot got tossed up front, and both our coats go.

“Lift again,” he says, grabbing the blanket off the floor of the truck. “Unless you want cum on your seat.”

I huff, lifting my ass, and Lucky haphazardly shoves the blanket underneath me. Then he sets to work removing his own clothes, leaving his shirt in place.

“If we get caught, we’re screwed,” he says, climbing back over me, packet of lube in hand.

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