I was genuinely curious.
“You’ve never even slept in the same bed with me for more than a couple of hours!” she said. “What if I have a weird habit of collecting my toenails, or not brushing my teeth in the morning?”
If I laughed right now, she’d be offended, that I knew for certain.
But damn, was she fucking cute.
“Okay,” I paused for effect. “Do you collect your toenails?”
She shook her head.
“Do you brush your teeth twice a day like a good little girl?”
She pursed her lips. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
I threw my head back and laughed. The sound was loud around us, and I knew that if we were closer to the front of the store, they would’ve heard it inside with how loud it was.
However, she’d parked at the back of the lot.
When I’d seen her car, so had I.
Though, I’d gone into the store only because I’d seen her in there. Since I’d needed bread anyway, I’d went ahead and collected it.
Arriving in time to hear Hennessy tear into the rude cow who never let an opportunity pass by without saying something ugly to me, I’d heard everything.
Now, I was about two seconds away from ripping her pants off—yoga pants that were fucking amazing, by the way—and turning her around so I could shove my cock inside of her.
Yet, I knew that I couldn’t do that. Not here.
Yet, when she said what she said next, I lost all desire to keep myself in check.
“I love you, too,” she said. “It made me so angry today when Maria said those hurtful things.” She paused. “I’ve always hated her, though.”
I pulled her head back to mine, letting my lips touch hers.
The moment that they did, I ground my heavily straining cock into her pussy.
She moaned into my mouth.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
She skimmed her nose along the curve of my cheek.
“I love you.”
I growled and twisted, allowing my body to stay against hers, but also stepping even further into the shadows cast by my truck.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
She only moaned louder.
“When we’re through, I’m going to take you back to my place, and fuck you all over again.”
“Please do,” she teased.
I don’t know if she thought I was joking or not, but the moment that I stepped away and gestured for her to turn, she shook her head.
“No,” she answered.
“Why not?”
The words were ripped from my throat as I tried to decide how to breathe again.
“Because I can’t very well sex you and suck your cock at the same time.”
“You can’t ‘sex’ me?” I found myself grinning. “No, I guess you can’t.”
She flushed bright red again, and I found it so cute that I could barely contain the urge to pull her to me once again.
She was wearing a tank and some yoga pants. Things like that weren’t supposed to make me genuinely excited, yet I found myself running my hand over my belly to steel my nerves.
The woman standing in front of me, staring at me like she wanted nothing more than to throw herself straight into my arms, was a fresh breath of air. She didn’t care about appearances. She didn’t care that the whole town thought I was a fuck up. She didn’t care that she was ‘ruining’ her reputation.
All she cared about was me.
“I’m not sure how to do this,” she said hesitantly.
My brows rose up.
“How to do what?” I questioned.
“How to, ummmmm, suck you.”
She swallowed nervously, and that too I found endearing.
“Why is it a problem?” I teased.
She looked down at the uneven ground where there was dirty, leaves, and rocks, and then back up at me.
“As much as I want to do this, I don’t want to rip my favorite pair of yoga pants,” she explained. “Can we go in there?”
I nodded once, taking another step back. If I got too close, then she really would be doing it out here.
“We can go.”
Just when I was about to head to the truck, though, she stopped me by taking my wrist.
She couldn’t even get her entire hand around my wrist.
“No,” she paused. “Not go, but go in there.”
That was when I caught on to what she was saying.
“You want to blow me in my company truck?”
There was a lot of room in there.
And seeing that blush on the pretty little preacher’s daughter’s face was almost worth her next statement.
“I don’t have to do it at all,” she snapped.
I started to laugh and tugged her to my truck, opening my door, and sitting on the seat without closing the door.
I wasn’t totally sure how this was going to work, but before I could tell her that, she was working her hands at my waist. Unbuckling my belt, and lowering the zipper.
I opened my mouth to tell her that this probably wasn’t going to work with the way I was positioned, when she spread my pants open wide, then dropped a kiss onto my underwear-clad cock.
Growling in surprise, I leaned further into the truck so that my back was partially leaning against the edge of the seat, and partially leaning against the middle console.
The extra room provided her enough space to yank my boxer-briefs down.
My cock bobbed up, and it slapped her on the chest.
In all honesty, it wasn’t that sexy. Not at first.
But the moment she saw my cock, she licked her lips, ensuring that I was a goner.
Her head leaned over my lap, and my eyes closed on their own volition, as she took me into the wet heat of her mouth.
She surrounded the tip, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I could feel the pre-come leaking out of my cock, and with each swipe of my tongue, I knew that she was tasting it. Tasting me.
My eyes opened when I heard a sound, and my head swiveled to see a woman getting out of her car and heading into the store.
But before I could tell her we should stop, she sucked deeply on me, making it to where I couldn’t remember my own name, let alone tell her that we should stop.
“Baby,” I whispered, my hands closing into her hair.
She bobbed up and down, not taking my entire length, but trying as hard as she could.
Unfortunately, there was just too much cock for her to take all of it, and we both knew it.
“Ahhh, fuck.”
She pulled away, inspecting my cock.
I used her lack of inattention to hook her around her armpits, pull her into my lap backwards, and yank her panties down to around her knees.
She helped me, realizing what I was after, and parted her thighs.
I knew she was wet. I could feel it on the length of my cock as we situated ourselves.
One foot was resting on the running board of my truck, while the other leg was bent at the knee, and pushed as far against the console as I could get it.
Her legs fell in between mine, pressed together but for a small gap that I used to plunge my fingers between.
She gasped the moment that I trailed my fingers over her clit. Her breath caught completely when I swirled one blunt fingertip around her opening.
Feeling that she was more than ready for me, I dragged that wetness back up to her clit and started circling.