Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
When I circled around and slid behind the wheel, Hal asked, “What are the chances that door’s going to swing open while we’re driving?”
“Pretty slim, but wear your seatbelt.” He quickly put on the belt, tugging it a few times to make sure it really was fastened.
He tried to insist on paying the parking fee when we left the lot, and as I pulled onto the street, he said, “It was sweet of you to pay for my plane ticket, but please let me reimburse you.”
I could guess what was happening, so I explained, “I drive this truck for sentimental reasons, not because I’m broke. It belonged to my granddad, and he loved it. I do, too. It doesn’t look like much now, but when I find the time, I want to restore it to its former glory.”
“Okay. I didn’t know if I should be worried about your financial situation.”
“Nah. My grandparents made some smart investments over the years, and they left everything to me. I’m not rich by any means, but I’m lucky, because I don’t have to worry about being able to take care of my animals, the ranch, or myself. I’ve even been able to set up a trust, so the horse rescue will be able to carry on long after I’m gone.”
While we were talking, he slid toward me on the bench seat, as far as his seatbelt would allow, and rested his hand on my leg. He was as eager for physical contact as I was, and I loved that.
He said, “I always wondered how you supported yourself.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“It was none of my business.”
“I’m an open book. You can ask me anything.”
“Actually, I do have a question for you.” Hal’s kilt was held closed by a row of buttons running along his left thigh. He began to unfasten them, working his way up in a way that reminded me of a burlesque show. When there was only one button remaining at his waistband, the kilt fell open, revealing bare skin all the way to his hip, and he said, “How soon can we fuck?”
We came to a stop at a red light, and when I took a peek under the kilt, I saw he was wearing a silky, black jockstrap. I began caressing his thigh as I asked, “Are you saying you don’t want to wait until we get to the ranch?”
He smiled playfully as he moved my hand from his thigh to his cock. “I really don’t. Is there someplace we can go?”
I’d already been headed downtown, and a wicked little idea occurred to me. I massaged his growing hard-on through the thin fabric and said, “I know just the place.”
It took about twenty minutes to reach our destination. Hal spent that time driving me completely wild. At first, he rubbed my cock through my clothes. Then he decided to dial it up by unfastening my belt and jeans and sliding his hand into my boxers.
I murmured, “Fucking hell,” as he teased me with his fingertips, lightly tracing a path along my cock and balls.
“Want me to stop?”
“Absolutely not. Just don’t make me crash the truck.”
“I believe in you,” he said. “I think you can manage to hold it together, no matter what I do.”
I drew a sharp breath as he stroked my tip. “Please tell me you have some lube in your luggage,” I said, “so I can pounce on you as soon as I park.”
“Even better.” He slid his hand out of my boxers and pulled a bottle of lube from the pocket of his cardigan.
“Did you smuggle that onto the plane?”
“It was in the toiletry bag I took out of my suitcase when I went to freshen up. I stuck it in my pocket after applying some to my butt plug.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Yes, I had. I was just dumbfounded.
“Is it…”
“In me? Yup. It’s stretching my ass and getting me ready to take your cock.”
That was both smoking hot and an impressive bit of foresight. “Way to plan ahead.”
“After all these weeks of craving you, I wanted to make sure we could get to it as quickly as possible.”
When I pulled up to a stoplight, Hal sprang into action. He unfastened his seatbelt, quickly straddled my lap, and planted a ravenous kiss on me. I slid my hands under his kilt and caressed his ass before giving the base of the plug a few taps.
He made a sound that was close to a purr and murmured, “That feels good.” Then he climbed off my lap, grinning as he fastened his seatbelt again. As I adjusted my cock through my jeans, he gestured toward the windshield. “The light’s green.”
“Oh. Right.” It was a good thing there was no one behind us. For all I knew, the light could have turned green, red, and green again without me noticing.