Hunter braces himself on the open tailgate of his truck. Dahlia steps between his legs and pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground. She grazes her fingertips down the muscles along his ribs and down the V that disappears under the belt of his jeans.
“Anyone could walk up here, little flower.” His voice is low and thick.
“I don’t care.” She unbuckles his belt and quickly pulls it free from the loops. Hunter grabs it before she can toss it aside too.
“Good, because the entire county is about to hear you.”
“Are you sure it’s me they’ll be hearing?” she remarks. Her stomach tightens, and she squeezes her thighs together for relief. Hunter runs his thumb across her bottom lip and pulls it down. He lifts the belt laying in his other hand and a mischievous smirk spreads on his lips.
“I’m going to put this around your neck and fuck you. Then we’re going back to South Dakota and you’re moving into the cabin with me. The main cabin, Dahlia.”
It wasn’t a question, or even an offer. It’s a demand—an order—and he doesn’t wait for her to say okay. He cinches the belt tightly around her throat and gives it a firm tug, bringing her closer to him.
“I want your hot mouth wrapped around my cock and for you to stare up at me so I can watch as I fuck your mouth.”
She licks her lips in anticipation. The tightness of the leather around her throat as he pulls on it makes her clit ache for friction. Hunter angles his head, his nose grazing her jawline.
“Do you like that, little flower?” He pulls it tighter and a small gasp escapes her parted lips. “You look so damn sexy with that fire burning in your eyes.” He grips her hand and moves it to cup his erection through his jeans. “This…this is what you do to me. I want you every damn day and feel like I will never have enough. I wake up every day starving for your touch, your kiss, the fell of your skin. I don’t want you to ever doubt how I feel about you.”
Dahlia moves her hand along his cock and it pushes against the restraint of his jeans. She drops to her knees, keeping eye contact as she unbuttons his pants, sliding them down his legs and to his ankles. She rests her hand above where the prosthetic connects and massages the muscle there.
Hunter groans in relief, and his hand tightens around the belt. His cock jumps with pre-cum beading at the tip.
“How does that feel?” she asks, digger deeper into the muscle.
Hunter’s head falls back, and he shudders under her touch. He bites on his bottom lip and Dahlia moves one hand, wrapping it around his cock and licks across the head. Hunter thrusts his hips forward, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. He pulls the belt tight, keeping her from moving away from him.
Her cheeks hollow and she twists her hand at the base of his cock as he fucks her mouth with urgency. A need that only Dahlia can fulfill.
“Eyes open,” he orders. She looks up through her eyelashes and a tear escapes down her cheek. Hunter eases, worried he’s hurting her. She moves her hand to cover his on the belt and pulls it tighter up. The last thing she wants is for him to take it easy on her.
A car door closes nearby and Hunter stills, listening for the intruder. Someone is at his back and he fights the impulse to find cover and wait. Dahlia squeezes her fingers, forcing his attention to stay on her.
Don’t stop, she says with her eyes and body. The last thing she wants is for him to let up because he’s worried she can’t handle it and she doesn’t want to lose him to his memories. Not here. Not in this moment.
The thrill of knowing there are people nearby intensifies everything. Let them find her on her knees, devouring this man. The only man she’d ever let take her like this. In the back of her mind, she hopes it’s Lauren coming to see if she can find Hunter. Wouldn’t it be a sight for her to see Dahlia on her knees with a belt around her throat?
Hunter fists his hand in her hair, the pain of him pulling the strands turning into pleasure as he fights his training. He rocks his hips faster. Her jaws ache and she squeezes his balls as they tighten. He comes down her throat, moaning little flower as he does. He doesn’t care about who hears because in less than twenty-four hours, this place will be in his rear-view mirror and he’ll be going home with the woman he loves.
She slides his cock out of her mouth and wipes her chin with the back of her hand. As she stands, she pulls his jeans up his legs and buttons them. He loosens the belt and helps Dahlia to her feet.
Her hair is a wild mane of curls and smudges of makeup surround her eyes.
Laughter gets closer and Hunter removes the belt, tossing it into the truck bed behind him. A couple steps into view from the tree line and balk at the sight of Hunter’s naked torso and Dahlia’s rustled state.
Zip jumps up and lets out a warning growl at the newcomers.
“Zip,” Hunter states and the dog sits, but doesn’t take his eyes off the couple.
“Everything okay here?” the man asks as he studies Dahlia. The woman with him stands back, reaching for her pocket.
Dahlia gives a sheepish smile and Hunter glances up at the man, revealing who he is under his cowboy hat. The stranger’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Hunter. I thought—we’ll go this way.” He stumbles over the rocks and Dahlia giggles into her hand at their quick retreat.
“Shit,” Hunter grumbles.
“What?” Dahlia asks, not understanding where his tone is coming from.
“That was Lauren’s older brother.”
Dahlia’s giggles turn into full laughter as she images how that conversation will go when Lauren finds out exactly what happened on this lake shore. Or rather, what her brother assumes happened.
Hunter’s scowl softens, and he laughs, pulling Dahlia against him and feverishly kissing her soft slips. “Are you ready to go home?”
Home. To his cabin. With him.
Her laughter quiets, but her cheeks ache not only from sucking on his cock, but from the smile stretching across her face.
“Yes. I am so ready to go home.”