Chapter Twenty

 

 

 

William was in a position he’d never believed he ever be in. He’d just had the best night of sex in his life, had even fallen asleep in an angel’s arms, then given her a dose of hotter sex this morning, and now she sat next to him, humming lightly as she painted her toenails.

He’d wanted to shower with her this morning. The bathroom was so damn small he barely fit. The hot water heater must have been the size of his coffee pot at home. He’d rinsed off after her shower, grumbling but not too loudly. The only reason he’d even done that was he wanted her mouth on his cock again. The scent of their sex might turn him on, but she was a woman. He wanted to be clean for her.

But now, sitting here in the truck with her, he wasn’t clear on his next move. The heaviness in his groin put sex on high on the list. Willing, hell a hundred percent onboard, passionate sex like he’d never experienced before.

It put him in an uncomfortable position of deciding what he wanted. Long hours of sex until they both passed out, or more of this, sitting next to her, driving, watching her, anything, even simple normal chatter, as long as he was near her. He was aware he was getting in deep, he’d wanted to after all, but he’d never realized what that meant. I slept with her in my arms. I never want to sleep any other way.

“Are we going to drive all day?”

Jerked out of his dilemma, he glanced over and was met with a happy smile. “No, not all day.”

“Mmm…then different camping sites?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why didn’t Kentucky work?” She put the nail polish away in her bag then focused her blue eyes on him. “I didn’t understand what happened. Did something happen?”

“Well, there was the renovation,” he checked in and she nodded, clearly recalling what he’d managed to say before making love to her. He cleared his throat. “The driver of that Budweiser truck met with his contact. A woman we now have in custody. She has nothing.” He paused to organize his own thoughts. He’d been contemplating if their truck windows were dark enough for him to allow Sara her fantasy.

“And? That’s not good?”

“It’s not good. There’s more.”

“Of course, there’s more,” she muttered.

“The bomb that blew up your home was controlled by a remote detonator, but that person who flipped the switch has also been found. Another dead end. Two in a row makes me leery. The renovation at the resort is being done all of a sudden. That kind of thing takes money and permits, but it was announced and started immediately. Some unknown benefactor. Makes me wonder.”

She clenched her hands, so he took one. “So, we’re going to stick to campgrounds, see what happens. If nothing more occurs, we reorganize and start over. But if something more—”

“Wait. What kind of more? Are you talking him blowing this up?” She waved at the truck. “Or me? Or—?”

“Whoa, you need to slow down. Come over here. I thought you’d be tired out from last night and incapable of jumping to fear so soon.”

She blinked, then lifted the console, his arm with it and scooted over. She might not have liked to take orders, but she did when they suited her. He held in a grin at the thought. Sara was feisty, she’d suffered a blow from Potter, but she was still there, under the fear.

“Oh, I am not in the least bit tired. Now, don’t change the subject to sex. Not unless you’re going to end my suffering.”

Her suffering? He was hard as a rock. He laughed. What else was there to do? “All right, so we can’t have sex and drive.” He anchored his arm behind her on the seat so she could lean on him if she wanted. She did, warming him with more than her body pressed to his. “So we’re going to have to think of something else to occupy your mind,” he cautioned.

She seemed to think that over. “You could tell me what we’re doing.”

He down shifted the truck for the uphill and glanced at her. She was worrying her sleeves again. “We’re going to catch him. I know you think this is useless, but we have to try.”

“I don’t think it’s useless… I… I think it’s too simple. We camp out and think he can’t set someone else on us that can, I don’t know, actually blow us up this time.”

“All right. First, he can’t get close enough to our vehicle to blow it up. See this?” He indicated the windows. “This is shatter proof, but also bullet proof. So is my truck. He can hit me with a grenade, or a missile, but short of that, he can’t get to us. Not using force. But he won’t do that. He’s going to try and ease in when we aren’t ready. We’re going to be ready.”

She sighed. “I’m hungry.”

“All right, then, let’s pull over so we can get something to eat.”

“What? Here?” She stared out at the highway then him.

He shot her a smile. “How about at the next stop?”

“All right. What do we have to make? I mean, is that camper really set up?”

“Everything you need. Even an oven. But I suggest a sandwich and some chips, eh?”

“Not a roast with all the fixings?” She laughed and stretched.

His cock jerked under his jeans. The hoodie she wore was unzipped and her small T-shirt was so snug he could see the lace of her bra under the pink cotton. Sweat beaded on his brow. The memory of how she loved to have her body stroked and her nipples tenderly pinched had the sweat sliding down his back. She’d gone off from him doing that and nothing more but burying his cock in her hot pussy.

“You’re thinking naughty things.”

He blinked. “I always think naughty things around you.”

“Oh! You do?” She laughed but watched him with a disbelieving expression.

“Of course. Don’t tell me you were thinking about anything more than sex right now.”

“Well… I was wondering if your windows are dark enough to…you know.” She skimmed her hand over his bulging erection. All thought processes stopped.

“Not dark enough for a blow job, no.”

“But…”

“Your hands are damn good enough.”

“Oh…why not both? I think people would see me sitting here kissing you, wouldn’t they?”

He swallowed, not able to process that she was arguing to blow him while he drove.

“I wasn’t good at it, was I?”

“Fuck, how could you ever believe that?” He shifted his leg, checked the rearview mirrors, up ahead, then her. “You mouth is driving me nuts. Suck my cock again before I pull over and toss you in the back.” He had to squeeze his hands on the steering wheel at saying that to her, but she slid him a slow grin.

“Say please.”

Fuck. He flashed her a smile meant to remind her that she’d begged to be fucked not hours before. She eased closer and her nipple caressed his arm. At the same time, her fuck-me lips were pursed in a pout he knew was pillow-soft. “Please.”

“Oh, you are such a good boy,” she whispered. Gaze locked to his, she started unbuttoning his shorts. The intensity in her eyes melted him in his seat. It was powerful. And fully engaged in making him come so hard he wrecked. It was as if she was looking into his fantasies and checking them off one by one. Sex with her without a condom had blown him away. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, he’d do anything she wanted for that pleasure again. He had a suspicion Sara knew it too, worse, he had a hunch she was giving him a dose of his own medicine for his teasing her this morning.

She pushed his shirt up to kiss along his stomach and her long hair brushed his knees. He was breathing hard before she’d even made it to his hips. He held in a groan as the last button burst open for her and his erection sprang free and brushed her cheek. With a happy laugh, she grabbed the damn thing and kissed the head. “You do like this, don’t you?”

A grunt was all he could offer. He shifted his legs, so on fire he couldn’t sit still. He also pinned his eyes on the road. Gotta last more than two minutes. This is payback for this morning.

The first warm breath on his cock had him tensing in anticipation. She made him wait, torturing him with pants. When he was ready to give the order, she slowly eased him past her lips. It was so good, so unbelievably hot and wet, her tongue perfect along the sensitive underside and on around the head, he never wanted it to end. Three minutes. Gotta make it three minutes.

He’d been given a blow job before. What man hadn’t? But Sara…she was clearly new to it but unlike her hesitant admission she didn’t like it, it was clear she liked what she was doing. Her soft moan of pleasure made him insane. He pulled her up and brought her lips to his for a quick kiss.

“You like it?”

“Love it. Now stop interfering.” She kissed him once more then headed back down with a singlemindedness that drove his heart rate up and his body to such a degree of hardness she had to push his erection down so she could get it away from his stomach.

He checked the road, then had to watch. Her pink mouth stretched tightly, her lips white at the corners from his girth but she slipped more inside. She drew on him hard, then bobbed her head again, like before. But last night cars hadn’t whizzed by with the threat of trucks passing and getting a view.

“Not going to make it.” He made sure the RV was on cruise control, that there was a stretch of nothing but straight road in front of them, and glued his eyes on it. It was dangerous. It was foolish. But fuck if he could stop her. He was aware of the highway but because the angel at his hips was going to prove his dreams could come true, it was in his peripheral vision.

She gently moved up, then blew his mind by licking a line downward and on to his balls. He almost shouted it was so surprisingly good. Without pausing, she sucked one in.

“Fuck! Sweet Jesus.” He swerved then recovered. She kissed her way to his other ball and gave that one the same electrifying treatment as the first. Still stroking him, she sucked off his ball, then licked his sac, making him nearly climax. It was unbelievably erotic. He hit the point he was past caring about anything but what she’d do next. He spread his legs wider, wanting to give her all the space she needed.

“You smell so strong here, all you, all male. So you,” she whispered against the crease of his thigh, then rose up and slipped him back inside her mouth, running her fingers over his balls until she found that line of sensitive tissue between them.

He caught her head to his stomach and thrust upward until he felt her gag then the brush of her throat against the head. His vision narrowed to a spot along the hood, then way ahead of them along the dotted white lines. Not going to make it.

She swallowed then pushed against his grip and slipped back up, then back down to the same depth. This time her swallow almost had him climaxing.

He kept his eyes open but only because there was no way he was killing them the first time she gave him head while he drove. She swallowed again, surged back up then down. It went on several more delicious times, until he couldn’t keep his hips still. His seed shot down along the shaft, hurting it was so strong. He grabbed the wheel with both hands and filled her mouth repeatedly with an enormous amount of cum.

His death grip on the steering wheel was the only thing that held him back from fucking her mouth. Instead, he groaned like a man dying from pleasure and tried not to kill them.

Sara swallowed every pulse, making him groan louder each time. The pleasure of her throat brushing along the head magnified the experience to a supernova.

When he could see more than that dotted white line again, when he could breathe beyond short, hard pants, he checked the road, his rearview mirror, then Sara. She slid off, making him spill more cum on her lips. She laughed and wiped it with her fingers.

“Damn, sorry, sensitive. Sorry.” His bones had gone to noodles. Even holding the steering wheel was too much work. “I’m not going to be able to drive anywhere for long without that.”

She laughed again and straightened, rubbing her lips self-consciously. He dragged her to him and kissed her, tasting himself. He pushed past her lips and made it clear he was by no means turned off by her flavor mixing with his. He felt a rightness, a deep-down surety that this woman should carry his scent. It was barbaric, but he didn’t release her until he had to check on the road again.

“Now, we need to get you taken care of.” He turned off the road, grinning at her when she froze. “Oh, angel, I can tell you’re hot. You’re going to go off like a match, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “I think so.” She was breathless and clearly turned on.

He shoved the truck into park and dug out his phone. “We need a minute. Sara needs some time.”

“Right,” Jones answered. “We’ll check the area ahead and circle back.”

He didn’t bother with a response. He hung up and shoved their seat backward and faced her. “Lie down.”

“What?” Her eyes rounded, cute as heck.

He leaned in and kissed her. “Lie down.” He gently urged her into position and knelt on the floor so he could pull her cargos down her sweet ass to her knees. It was all he had the patience for.

“Wait. Wait, what are you—?”

He ducked between her thighs and immediately placed an open-mouthed kiss to the pretty folds. She caught his hair with both hands, but when he licked along the crease of her body, she didn’t stop him.

He wasn’t sure he would have let her. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Her pussy was smooth, so soft he groaned into her flesh as he sampled every inch of her. Unable to stand it, he ran his hands from her perfect ass to her mound. Sara helped him by kicking her cargos off and widening her thighs.

“Damn, I like your willingness to listen,” he teased. He also gently spread her folds so he could see her pink entrance. She was beautiful. Even silkier here than he’d imagined in his fantasies of going down on her. He was so turned on by the sight he must have groaned because she lifted her pelvis and moaned in invitation. “So damn pretty.”

She slipped her hand down and covered herself. He frowned and glanced up to meet her eyes. “I…uh…you don’t have to—”

Shocked, he kept eye contact, but moved her hand as gently as possible. “Believe me, I have to.”

That look, as if she didn’t quite believe him was back. “Haven’t you ever snuck a peek?”

A timid shake of her head.

“You should. Your pussy is beautiful.”

Her blush deepened and she would have closed her legs, but he stilled her. “Uh, I don’t check that part of myself out too often. Besides, how would I do it?”

He shook his head and laughed. “I’ve never had a conversation with you that I could anticipate, but this one blows all the others out of the water, woman. Just sit there, relax, and let me have what I want.”

“I thought it was my turn…”

“Angel, this is your turn, and mine.” Enough talking. He bent and drew in a long deep breath of her, making sure she knew, then licked along the glistening flesh. The first deeper taste blew through him. If he hadn’t already come, he might have shot off. As it was, he was so hard he wanted to stroke himself but couldn’t release her thighs long enough to unbutton. He pressed his cock against the seat to give it a little attention, but all his focus was on her reactions.

She relaxed almost instantly. It wasn’t difficult to guess what she liked. Sara was a vocal lover. He loved a woman who let him know and she let him know in every way. Her death grip on his hair was a clue, but so were her soft moans and subtle lifts of her hips. Then, pleasing him to no end, she cried his name when he hit the right spot and told him exactly what she wanted. Him, there.

He flicked his tongue, careful to be tender with her. Within seconds she climaxed. Then he did it again. When she was supple and relaxed against his mouth, he took her high once more. She bucked under his mouth, so out of control he filled her with two fingers so she could have something to clamp down on as she wrapped her slim legs around his head.

Only when he was certain she would pass out if he kept on did he duck from between her legs. Immediately, she made to move, but he pressed her down with a hand on her hp.

“Let me.”

She hesitated still, but nodded, shy all over again.

He picked up her panties and cargos and helped her into them, ignoring her cute grumbles when he did. Everything back in order, he lowered himself so his fists rested on either side of her hips and smiled down at her.

She glowed. A flush burned her cheeks, but there was a shimmering of sweat on her brow and her lips were darker from her biting on them. She looked like a woman who’d just had three screaming orgasms.

“I think I might owe you another blow job after that.”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed, but he also kissed her. She tensed at first then tentatively flicked her tongue over his lips then deeper inside his mouth. Pulling away she met his eyes with an odd expression.

“I taste good. No wonder you were so happy down—”

One kiss stopped her but she hung onto him so tightly he knew she wasn’t upset he’d silenced her teasing. His phone ended their kiss way too soon, but he patted her lush butt and lifted her up so he could turn with her in his arms.

“You probably do owe me a few more—”

She handed him his phone, on, so he stopped short and gave her a sharper smack on her gorgeous butt.

“Bryson.”

“We did a check.” Jones sounded winded. “Everything is fine. The next stop is a few hours away. Can Sara wait—?”

“No, we stop here.”

She smiled and bent closer to kiss his jaw. “Good. I am still hungry.” Her hair brushed his arms. It feathered over his skin making him wish everything would disappear so he could never chance losing her.

“She’s hungry and tired. We’ll take a twenty-minute break, then follow. Go ahead of us. Have a team behind.” No more sex. No more sex until tonight. His cock was hard and more than ready to ignore his orders.

“Will do,” Jones confirmed, then hung up.

“We are not having sex.” She leaned back and gave his crotch a glance he hoped was disappointed. “Even if you’re…willing.” Eyes back on him she crossed her arms under her lush breasts. “We’re eating.”

He laughed. “We’re eating. I need you strong for tonight.”

The tiny smile he got for that sent his heart racing. Tonight, I’m going to make love to her until she wakes up hoarse from her orgasms.