The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(74)

When I’d swallowed, he said, “Now’s the time to take this shit light.”

I gave him a small smile. “Agreed.”

“So what’s your favorite color?”

I started giggling.

Then I told him, “The rainbow.”

He stared at me a beat before he burst out laughing.

When the laughter was waning, he asked, “How could I have guessed that?”

I tilted my head to the side and shrugged.

He shook his head and took another swig of beer, so I took another sip of wine.

When his bottle and my glass were back to the bar, I stated, “Let me guess. Red.”

He looked at me and shook his head.

“Blue?” I guessed again.

He nodded. “Though there are stipulations.”

My brows rose. “Stipulations to your favorite color?”

“Yup,” he replied and went on, “Trucks, black. Dirt bikes and ATVs, yellow. Snowmobiles, black. Tees, they just have to be kickass. Jewelry I’ll give a woman, gold. Lacy underwear with garters, black or red. Teddies, black, red and I’ll throw in pink, which, babe, is the only way I like pink.”

“I think I need to go underwear shopping,” I muttered.

“This would not go unappreciated,” he replied.

I averted my eyes and took another sip of wine.

He chuckled again.

When I put the wineglass back to the bar, he asked, “Ever been on a dirt bike?”

“No.”

“Wanna try?”

“Yes.”

“ATV?”

“No.”

“Wanna try?”

“Yes.”

“Snowmobile?”

I shook my head.

“Try it?”

I nodded my head.

His lips hitched.

“Do you have all of those things?” I asked.

“Drive my truck up under the mill in winter and that’s where that stuff stays year round when I’m not using it.”

“Ah,” I said, not yet having wondered what that space was used for and glad I didn’t have to start.

“You gonna nurse that wine until you die?” he inquired.

“In a hurry?”

“You goin’ home tonight after I’m done with you?”

My nipples started tingling but I said, “I probably should, honey. If Addie’s still up, she might want company.”

“Then yeah, I’m in a hurry.”

I took a gulp of wine and my eyes got big when I swallowed it.

He chuckled again, leaned in and kissed my neck.

He leaned back and shared, “You don’t have to glug it, baby.”

“We’ll have to be quiet tomorrow,” I reminded him.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“So I have to glug.”

Another lip hitch.

I took another gulp.

And when I did, Johnny burst out laughing.



Johnny had mounted me.

I was on my hands and knees and he was curled over me. One arm straight, hand in the bed, fingers linked with mine. One arm angled over my shoulder and slanted across my chest, his hand cupping my breast. He had his face stuffed in my hair that had fallen over my shoulder at my neck. He’d ordered me to touch myself, something I was doing. And he was thrusting inside.

It felt good, like it always did with Johnny. The best.

But it was more, surrounded by Johnny, the strength of him, the surety, the power, the safety of him, all of that covering me, penetrating me.

I had my head back pressed against his shoulder, my eyes closed, my lips parted, my breaths heavy, coasting on all he was giving me, letting it sweep me away, letting him take me there.

My climax was fast approaching.

I opened my eyes, about to call his name.

And that was when I saw us reflected in the windows to the balcony.

We were perpendicular in the bed, facing straight to the windows.

I hadn’t noticed that before.

But now I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I could see the muscles of his shoulders moving with his thrusts. I could see his dark head stark against my lighter hair. I could see my thighs splayed wide in order to take him inside. I could see my face harsh with sex, filled with need.

We were beautiful.

God, we were beautiful.

Johnny must have felt the swift ride to climax I was taking had slowed as I watched him fuck me, getting off on yet something else he gave me, because his head came up.

And his eyes locked on mine on our reflection.

Instantly, that muted roar rumbled up his chest, so deep, I felt it beating down my spine, exploding between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled.

No.

He was.

Suddenly, I was up on just my knees and fully exposed to my eyes, his eyes, watching myself take his cock as he moved his hands to cover my pubis in a V and then up my belly, over my breasts, where he gripped me on either side at the juncture of neck and shoulders and held me steady to take his cock.

That was even more beautiful.

I whimpered and started moving more desperately on him, meeting his thrusts, my breasts swaying with my movements.

“Look at my sex kitten,” Johnny grunted, his eyes locked on our reflection. “She loves taking my cock.”