Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(55)

“Want me to pull over?”

I lick my bottom lip. “Um…”

“Jesus.”

“No, that would be crazy.” I pause. “I’ve never had sex in a car.”

He hammers on the brakes, lurching me forward against my seatbelt. With a quick flick of the lever, he signals a turn and pulls off Center Drive. Then he steps on the gas.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He makes another turn and enters a park. It’s dark and quiet, and he drives to the end of the parking lot, away from the only streetlamp that illuminates it. Beneath a tree spreading its bare black branches across the deep blue sky, he parks the truck.

My belly does a flip as he turns to look at me. His smile is wicked and panty melting. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah.” He leans across and kisses me, hard and long. His tongue licks over my bottom lip as he draws back. “Come over here.”

“There’s not much room.”

“This is as far back as the seat goes. I have long legs.” He shifts in the seat.

I undo my seatbelt, and since it’s now nice and warm in the truck, I pull my arms out of my jacket and leave it there as I crawl over. Straddling his lap, I’m not sure how this is going to work, since we’re both wearing a lot of clothes, but I place my palms on his stubbled cheeks and lean down to kiss him. He grips my hips and kisses me back, taking control of it, his tongue sliding into my mouth and playing with mine.

One hand tangles in my hair and tugs my head back. His lips glide over my throat and suck gently. I make a noise that might be a protest, but I really don’t care if he leaves a mark. He licks me there.

“This is in the way.” He gives my big scarf a tug and unwraps it. Then he kisses me again on the neck, laying a string of soft openmouthed kisses down to the neckline of my shirt. He tugs it aside to continue his exploration.

He cups my breasts in both hands, gently molding them to his palms. “Love these beauties.”

“That feels so good.” My back arches to press into his hands and I bash into the steering wheel. “Ouch.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“Not you.” I giggle. “It’s a little squishy.”

He lifts his hips and nudges his erection into me. “Hey, take that back. It’s not little. And it’s definitely not squishy.”

I collapse into laughter against his chest, my hair all around us. Jacob’s big body shakes with laughter too and his hand cups the back of my head.

I finally stop giggling and lift my head. Our eyes meet and we share a smile. Something turns over in my chest at the warm affection I see in his eyes. I’m feeling that too, for him. And suddenly I want him even more.

“Do me,” I whisper. “Right here.”

“I’m trying. Stop laughing.”

“You’re the one who made the joke.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn funny, aren’t I?”

I grin as another laugh bubbles up.

“Did I harsh the glow, babe?” He grabs the hem of my shirt and whisks it up and over my head, and I’m sitting on his lap in a black lace demi bra. “Ah, okay. Nope.” He traces his fingertips along the top edge, which is so low my nipples almost show. And then he tugs that lace edge down with both hands, exposing me to him. His eyes devour me. “Sweet.”

Heat spreads through my body. Jacob bends his head to suck my nipples, and warm streams of pleasure ripple through me right to my core. “I’m aching for you,” I whisper.

“Me too, baby. Feel how hard I am for you.”

“Mmm. Not squishy at all.” I move against him, and damn, I can’t help it, but I start laughing again.

His lips twitch too and he brushes his mouth over mine.

“That’s what I’m going to call your junk from now on. Squishy.”

“Don’t you f*ckin’ dare.”

“It’s like a sarcastic nickname.” I kiss his jaw. “Because you’re so the exact opposite of squishy.”

“Damn right.”

My heart swells up so big I almost can’t breathe, and I’m still so turned on. I grind against him.

“Getting these jeans off is gonna be a challenge.” Jacob flicks open the button. “Lift up, baby.”

It takes some work and possibly a couple bruises, but we manage to get them down my legs. I push off one boot and pull that foot out. The other doesn’t matter. I help Jacob open his jeans and reach into them. “Squishy,” I murmur. “I need you.”

Jacob chokes on another laugh, but his cock swells in my hand. I love how he feels, so hot and hard. I stroke his rigid length while he pulls a condom from the ashtray.

I lift an eyebrow at him.

“What? It’s important to have safe sex wherever you are.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

He has the condom on in a flash and then his big hands on my waist lift me again. I reach for him to help guide him inside me, lowering myself slowly onto him. “Oh God.” It’s like he’s thrusting up so deep he’s pushing all the air out of my lungs.

“Oh f*ck.” He lets out a deep groan, lifting me so I slide up his shaft. I’m so wet, he glides through me, then I plunge down onto him again. I adjust my position to get better balance and then I can take over, rising and falling on him.