Risk (Gentry Boys #2)(26)

“It’s what Gentrys do. I don’t really go back there. None of us do.”

Truly looked at the ground. “I don’t go back to where I came from either.”

I was curious. Now that the talk had turned from me to her I wanted to hear more. “Why is that?”

Truly twisted a lock of her black hair. “Well, I guess if I’m going to answer that question I’d have to first admit that there really isn’t a single place I can point to. I don’t have a hometown. We moved around constantly.” She swallowed. “My mom and I don’t exactly get along. Haven’t seen her since I was seventeen.”

It was the first time I could remember really listening to a girl I was planning on screwing. But as she talked I could see her getting sad. I didn’t want her to be sad.

I pointed. “My truck.”

“That’s right,” she smiled. “I’ve seen Cord pick Saylor up in it.”

“Yeah. Soon we might be able to afford a second vehicle. Sharing’s getting old. Come around to the driver’s side.”

She let me lead her over to where it was darker. Most of the other cars had already been driven away.

“You want me to drive or something?”

“No.” I held her against the side of the truck. Her back was against the window. She gasped when I reached under her dress. “I’m doing the driving, Truly.”

“Creed.” Her voice was a little strangled. “We shouldn’t do this out here. I mean, anyone could walk by and-“

“I’m just gonna get you going a little, honey. Then we’ll move on to something better.”

Even before I got my hand up there I knew she’d be wet. I was sure she’d been wet since that kiss on the concourse. This was exactly what I’d wanted to do to her then. When she clutched my shoulders and released a low moan I knew I’d found the spot. Truly leaned forward and let me reach in deeper. She kissed my neck and said my name a lot as she got closer to coming. It didn’t take long at all. When she got there she threw her head back and pushed her dress down over her shoulders, taking her bra with it.

“Holy shit,” I swore and bent down to greedily suck her tits as she trembled on my hand down below. She was pushing on my hand, urging me to saw away harder. Fuck, I wanted to sink into that so bad I could barely keep breathing. I took my mouth away from her tits so I could look at her. She was naked from the waist up and was thrusting her body back and forth as my hand stayed between her legs. It was the most insanely hot shit I’d ever seen and I’d seen a lot of hot shit.

I waited until I was sure she was done before I took my hand away.

“Damn,” she sighed as she shakily pulled her dress back over her shoulders. “How the hell do you do that?”

“Practice,” I answered and she threw me a look.

I walked around and unlocked the passenger door for her. She followed me and then grabbed my arm before I returned to the other side.

“I’m glad, Creed. I’m glad this happening again. It’s been a while since I felt this good.” She smiled suddenly and bit her lip, blushing. “I’m lying through my teeth. I’ve never felt this good.”

Truly’s words made me weirdly happy. I wanted to be the best she’d ever had. I wanted the only dick she thought of to be mine.

Jesus, I’ll wind up as sappy as Cordero. Buying rings and shit.

Truly was still putting herself back together when I got behind the wheel. She glanced at me and cleared her throat as I started the engine.

“Uh, Creed?”

“Yeah?”

Tentatively she reached over and touched my knee. “I could do something for you. Right now.”

I looked down. There was no hiding the thick bulge busting through my crotch. If she squeezed that soft hand around me or better yet, took me through those pouty lips, I would unleash like a f*cking volcano. But I didn’t want that yet. I wanted the first spasm to happen when I was buried inside her.

“You’ll do lots of things for me,” I said in a sure voice and briefly pushed her hand against my dick so she would know full well what was waiting.

I backed the truck up and figured she would take her hand away but she didn’t. Amazingly, Truly kept her hot palm cupped around me while I tried to concentrate on navigating the streets of Tempe.

“Why are we here?” she asked when we stopped.

“I’ve got to get something.”

She frowned. “What do you have to get at Walgreens?”

I pressed her hand against me harder. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” she smiled. “Well then I guess I’ll wait for you here.”

“You want anything?”

“A bottle of water would be nice.”

As I walked to the door I thought about the dead coyote I’d seen on the road a few days ago. It made the boner fade enough so I could walk without looking like an *. I looked back and saw Truly staring at me. She waved. As I entered the store I tried to think of a way to tell her how happy I was that she was giving this another chance.

“Hey, babe? Thanks for agreeing to f*ck me again.”

On second thought, she might not appreciate hearing something like that.

I was standing in line when I remembered Truly’s water so I had to go hunt it down. While I looked around in the refrigerated section a sour-faced hag glared with disgust at the box I was carrying. I didn’t especially care.