Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Did you forget I’m basically a local road map?” Beau shot back, lifting the gearshift into park. “I know every inch of this side of town.”
Instead of coming at me to solve the problem in my pants, he left the SUV. The engine was running, and I was left alone inside the vehicle. Just when I was about to explain my situation—that maybe he misunderstood my arousal—the back door swung open, and he started unbuckling the car seats and placing them on top of the truck.
“I’ll help,” I said and reached for the door handle.
“Let me do it, Dash. Conserve your energy. We’ll go slow. It won’t take long.” The middle seat dropped to make a flat surface. He shut that door and went to the back of the truck and removed that row of car seats. He was brilliantly efficient, and I unfastened my belt buckle. My heart pumped excitedly, my breath slightly labored. Fuck it, I’d figure it out.
My door swung open, Beau standing there. His big chest heaved while pulling his T-shirt over his head. “If it gets too wild, we hit the brakes. Agreed?” The T-shirt landed on the floorboard at my feet. “I’ll do all the work. Less effort on you.”
“Oh yeah.” I had believed he and I would make out then rub one off, but Beau was a man with far better ideas. He carefully took his blue jeans off, standing on top of his shoes.
“Undress in the car, then crawl over the console. There are stickers out here, the little fuckers hurt like hell.” He stood before me, nude. His cock hard and proud. I fisted his shaft, giving a solid tug. “I got the lube from the hidey spot.”
“I never had any idea you moved so fast,” I said.
He knocked my hand away.
“Less talkin’, more action.” The door closed in my face. I hustled to remove my clothes like a Tasmania devil on six Red Bulls. The car rocked as Beau climbed in, positioning his big body. I heard the snick of the lube’s cap, the tropical scent filled the small space, urging me to crawl into the back where our picnic blanket was spread out.
My guy built a paradise in the backseat. My hard-as-stone cock quivered as I watched Beau sticking his slick fingers into his ass, loosening his hole, normally my job. The sight of his perfect ass, flexing as he scissored his fingers, working himself open, caused my arm to slip out from underneath me. I toppled halfway over the console like a horny teenage boy chasing after this same guy.
“You good?” he asked, pausing his fingers in his ass. The other hand circled his thick cock, rubbing up and down.
“So good. Only lost in the view of my gorgeous husband. But I enjoy being the one to get you ready for me,” I murmured and licked my bottom lip before pushing the flesh between my teeth. My dick swelled, my balls drew up with need. Beau’s breath puffed like a dragon, filling the silence inside the truck, sending delightful goose bumps dancing up my spine. It might be my favorite sound on earth. My skin heated and flushed, transforming me into the steely predator I used to be. I crawled between Beau’s spread thighs. The palm on his cock slowed on the upstroke.
“I started without you.” Beau delivered the truth then winked at me. I loved a well-placed wink. “Because you’re so slow.”
My grin grew broader. I missed my playful tease of a husband.
“You set the pace,” Beau said, lying on his back, spreading his thighs wide. His hands reached for my forearms, bringing me over his body. Nineteen years of making love to Beau and he was still entirely too tempting. The excitement grew, my mouth needed to be on his, with his strong arms draped over me, keeping me close, gently caressing my skin with his calloused palms and fingertips.
When I made it close to Beau’s lips, I soaked in every detail of my man.
His stunning face, strong bearded jaw, and twinkling amber eyes, did it for me every time. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Beau’s lips quirked into a soft grin. “You always slow us down when we’re supposed to be quick.”
That was no lie but look at my playground. “You touch a place inside me that I crave and can’t get there without you.”
I trailed my fingers across the velvet steel of his torso until I reached Beau’s tight nipple where I rolled the small bead between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and tugging at the nub. Beau loved good nipple play, and his hips curled against my thigh. His big body tucked into mine. His strong hand cupped my head, pulling me to kiss his lips. With my other hand, I found his second nipple. He trembled. His tongue licked out, tasting me in a sweet sampling of lips, melding his mouth against mine.