Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
She fumbles beside her, and then it slowly glides back for me. When she’s lying as flat as the seat goes, her hand returns to my legs and goes higher. I capture it. “I want you to touch me so badly, but I don’t want to come in my pants and then see my family.”
I slide my hand over her belly and pop the button on her jeans. “But I want to make you feel so good you’ll be thinking about it while we’re eating.”
A small laugh escapes, and she says, “So you want me to come in my shorts, though?”
“Yes. I do, and I want to smell you on my fingers for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes widen as her chest rises before falling again. Breathless, she whispers, “Yes, please. I want that so much.”
“You just enjoy, baby, while I make you come so hard.” I know I can’t fuck her, though she looks at me like she wants nothing less. I can’t even get out and eat that sweet pussy of hers because we can still be seen from the road.
I’m kicking myself for not driving farther onto the property, but I didn’t know it would escalate like this. A gorgeous woman begging for me to please her? I’ll do everything to make that happen.
I focus on her shorts and getting them down past her knees so my hand can fit properly between her legs. Hovering over the console that’s digging into my lower stomach, I kiss her while sliding two fingers between her lower lips.
Her hips buck as her mouth leaves mine to grasp for air. I slip down to her entrance and tease her with my fingertip. When her hand covers mine, she pushes as hard as she can. “Please, Baylor.” Her eyes roll back in her head as the crown digs into the leather.
The glimpse of the highway behind us sets my desire on fire. I need to feel her pulsing around my fingers. I push one finger into her wet heat, and the slick sides grip and squeeze around me.
Little moans rumble through her, but it’s when I push in another finger that sends her ass off the seat. “So good.” She licks her lips and begs, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I pull out and push back in, watching her body come alive before me. Her nipples push against the shirt, and her mouth hangs open. As she starts to fuck my hand, I bend over and bite that tempting nip. “Ah,” breaks free from her throat, giving me the opportunity to kiss her. I do and pick up fucking her where she left off.
My fingers continue to pump as I watch her body. Watch that stunning face reaching the peak before she tumbles into her release.
A siren blares, startling me. “Shit.”
“No,” she says, gripping my hand so hard to hold it in place. “Finish. Finish. Please, Baylor.”
I look up to see the deputy getting out of his car. A rock and a hard place. I can’t disappoint her now. I fuck her so fast and hard that she screams, “Oh God, yes!”
The car door slams closed, causing me to look up once more. Fuck. I’m going to end up in jail for this.
Her hips bounce against my hand and with her last breath exhaled, she sinks to the seat with her eyes still closed. “Hate to cut this short, but you need to pull your pants up fast.” I fall to the driver’s seat and try to push down my hard dick so it’s not so obvious.
She’s still catching her breath when she casually raises her seat to the upright position again and then pulls her shorts back up. Just when she buttons the top closed, there’s a knock on the window. I ask, “You good?”
She straightens her shirt and takes a deep breath. “So good.” When she smiles, her bliss has her eyelids hanging lower and a smile that even the scare of a cop catching us can’t wipe clear.
I push the window open and scan his name tag. “Good afternoon, Officer McCall.”
CHAPTER 16
Baylor
“It’s Deputy McCall.” He lowers his sunglasses and looks over the top of them. “I should have known it would be a Greene causing a ruckus.”
“No ruckus,” I say, biting my tongue before I tell this fucker to back off. “Just stopping to check out the old property.”
He looks out at the run-down farmhouse ahead and the junk littering the yard, and then back at me again. Bending down, he smiles when he sees my passenger and takes his sunglasses off . . . as if he wants a better look at her. “Lauralee Knot, what are you doing with this troublemaker?”
“Baylor’s not so bad.” I look over at her when I hear the syrupy Southern accent that she thickens when speaking to him. Little does he know, she’s the troublemaker. “What can we help ya with, Dirk?”