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This is the shit that happens when I leave my mountain behind. Sweetheart Falls is not only my sanctuary but my salvation as well. The farther I go from the serenity, the more my anger issues come back, the more danger I pose to the people around me. The military turned me into a finely honed weapon, capable of killing with my bare hands, and when I lose control of my temper, I’m lethal.
Clenching my jaw, I try to keep my eyes on the road, but they keep straying over to the little blond bombshell beside me. Her hair is wild, but other than that, she seems unharmed, but worry worms its way into my gut.Is she afraid of me?
I almost beat a man to death—yeah, the world would likely be a better place without him—but my control snapped, and itwould be a normal reaction to worry about being alone with a monster like me.
She turns my way, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to ask me to drop her at the next exit or for her to tuck herself away in the corner defensively. I wish there were something I could do to reassure her.
“You okay?” she asks, shocking the shit out of me. I was expecting condemnation, but instead, she’s giving me concern. Blyth never does what’s expected—and hell if I don’t like that about her…a lot.
“I should be asking you that,” I grunt, and she waves it off with a smile.
“I’m fine. All he did was grope my butt. Plus, I had worse happen during an ill-fated stint as a waitress,” she shares. “You got there before anything happened. I’m all good. Just hope the cops arrest him. Maybe I should email them about it… that way they hold him. I’m happy to go back there and make a statement after the wedding. But wedding first.”
Toying with her hair, Blyth rambles on, considering all her options, and I keep quiet. Waiting for her to realize how close I was to killing that piece of shit, but she doesn’t, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief that she thinks I’m some kind of hero instead of an almost murderer. A better man would correct her, but I’m not a better man. This only solidified it. Blyth is mine…now all I need to do is convince her to come back to Sweetheart Falls after the wedding.
The button on my jeans snaps open, and it pulls me from my musings. Blyth bites her lip enticingly and swallows hard.
“Whatcha doing, Trouble?” I ask, my focus only half on the road now as my cock twitches to life. Her eyes glaze with lust, and fuck if I don’t want to fulfill her every desire. My eyes scan the area, looking for a safe place to pull off the road so I can slideinto her tight little pussy, but the shoulder is way too narrow and there isn’t an exit in sight.
“Well, you see,” she says, slipping her hand down my lower abs. “Giving road head is on my sexual bucket list. And I want to taste you.”
My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard.Holy hell. This woman.
“You want me, Trouble? Want me deep in your throat as we fly down the road at 80 miles per hour?” Just saying the words has my cock harder than steel. Her hand slips into my pants, finding me hot, ready, and leaking.
The road is almost completely empty, and I consider her request. It’s wild and fun, just like her.Fuck it. Let’s be free together.
“Yesssss. I want it so bad. Need you to fill my belly with cum.” She rubs her legs together, clearly turned on by all the dirty talk. Making sure the cruise control is on, I plant my feet on the floor and lift my hips, helping her to tug my pants down around my thighs until my cock pops free.
The bench seat of the truck pushes back just enough that she can drop her head in my lap, between my body and the steering wheel. She unsnaps her seatbelt and slides onto her belly, propping herself up on elbows and knees. If someone drives by, I’m gonna need to run them off the road for seeing her this way.
This is a terrible idea.
But as soon as I open my mouth to mention stopping somewhere instead, Blyth dives for my cock, lapping around the head to gather the pre-cum beading there. Fuck. She licks me like her favorite lollypop before engulfing the tip with a moan. I grip the steering wheel, trying to keep us in the center of the lane while she slurps away.
My eyes dart to my side-view mirrors before flicking to the rear. Road’s still empty.
Fisting her hair, I pull Blyth off for a second and demand she pull her pants down. There’s no way I’m going to leave her needy and aching. She scrambles to comply, going so far as to pull her t-shirt up and push her bra cups down to bare her beautiful breasts to my hungry gaze.
Please don’t let there be any speed traps.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp, keeping one hand on the wheel while letting the other roam her smooth skin. “Now, take me all the way in. Show me you can be a good girl. Then I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until my seats are so wet that they’ll smell like your cunt forever.”
Moaning, Blyth drops back down and reaches for my cock, opening wide to fit my girth. Her warm, wet mouth feels incredible, and I can’t hold back my groan. Her silky hair tickles my legs as she slowly bobs up and down, taking me deeper with every rise and fall.
“That’s it, Trouble. You can take more,” I encourage, palming her heavy breast with one hand and rubbing my thumb over her rosy nipples. Incoherent noises of desire echo around the truck cab, and she doubles down, taking me in further with a wet slurp.
The other hand white knuckles the steering wheel, and I grip it for all I’m worth, keeping my eyes on the road even as they threaten to cross with pleasure.
It’s obscene as hell, and I can’t help but buck upward, thrusting into her mouth until my tip nudges the back of her throat. She gags, but when I go to back off, she grips my thigh hard, digging in her fingernails and forcing herself down again.
Saliva drips down my balls, and she bobs faster and faster. A blue minivan comes barreling up on my left, and I slide my hand over her back to keep her below eye level.
My heart beats harder. Thundering.
But they continue on.
Blyth moans, taking me all the way into her throat and swallowing around my length.
