Page 73 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

“Fuck this,” I mutter, hopping out of the truck. “I’ll sit in the bed.”

“I’m coming with you.” Bluebell follows me and leaps up into the truck bed.

“Dude, make sure my sister doesn’t fall out!” Jasper shouts from inside the truck.

As if I’d let that happen.

Joining her, I slump against the window. Before she even has a chance to get settled, Jasper takes off up the driveway, throwing gravel. Bluebell bounces forward, almost falling over the side of the truck until I grab her and yank her back against my chest.

“What the fuck, Jasper?” she shouts at the back window. Inside, the pixies and her brothers laugh raucously. The only light is the faint one from the headlights in front of the truck. Nobody can see us back here, much less hear us.

That means I’ve got an opportunity.

“C’mere, baby,” I murmur in her ear, nestling her close against me as I wrap my arms around her. Sliding my spade up to her lips, I run it over the plump lower one. “How do you taste, Bluebell?”

She sinks hard against me, digging her fingers into my thighs as we bounce loudly over dirt roads. The next thing I feel is her hot, wet tongue sliding along the edge of my spade. Heat shoots through me in a never-ending barrage of lightning bolts. Bluebell’s fingers trail up the length of my tail to my spade then curl around the base below it. She sucks hungrily at me as she moves her hips in my lap.

The hard-on I’m sporting could punch a hole through walls. Resting my head against the window, I risk a glance inside the cab. It’s dark, although the Jays and the pixies are being loud as hells inside. With my better vision, I can see them, but the Jays won’t be able to see shit back here, much less hear us.

Leaning forward, I release a needy groan in Bluebell’s ear. “You keep doing this to me, and I’m gonna embarrass myself right here with you in my lap.”

She cries out and rocks harder, bouncing up and down as she leans against me and grips one of my horns in her hand. She shoves my spade up her shirt, pressing it against a taut breast, and I’m lost. Lost to the heady sense of knowing she’s so entirely mine. It doesn’t matter what Jasper or anyone else has to say about it. I’m telling him the moment I can.

Wrapping my wings around us, I cocoon us in darkness to shield her from the wind and Jasper’s godsawful driving. We hit a pothole and bounce up off the truck bed, but all it does is ram my dick against her ass.

Snarling, I wrap a hand around her throat to keep her steady against me. My hips move entirely of their own accord as I pound over and over. She’s moaning in my lap, grinding against me as her hand tightens on my horn.

“I’m about to come, little witch,” I admit into her ear, kissing a trail down the side of her neck. “So fucking hard, teasing you like this.” Moving one hand to her hips, I guide her on and off my lap as I slide the other hand inside her jeans and stroke soft circles over her clit.

She jolts and arches against me, body locking up tight. I can’t even help it, sinking my teeth lightly into her neck. I imagine it’s a claiming bite, that I’m putting all of my intention and obsession into it. One day, when she lets me claim her, it’ll create an unbreakable bond between us because she’ll pour her intention into it too.

She comes all over my fingers, and I drink her scent in until it fills me so completely, I can’t fathom where she ends and I begin. Bluebell snarls and turns, threading her fingers around my neck as she rides my lap harder. She reaches down between us and grips my cock, stroking up and down my length.

“For the love of all that’s holy, stop,” I moan, letting my head fall against the truck window.

“You deserve this little tease for that stunt you pulled at dinner, big boy,” she whispers into my mouth. “You thought that was funny, didn’t you? Not to mention that pixie calling you big boy made me want to flip tables. I didn’t realize quite how possessive I was feeling over you.”

When I chuckle, she drops down and yanks my pants open. Before I can process the move, she dips low and sucks my cock into that hot, sinful mouth. A guttural cry rumbles from my throat as I struggle around the idea that at any moment, someone could turn around. I’m relatively sure they can’t see, but that little niggle of worry has my cock pulsing with need.

“Bluebell, fuuuuck,” I moan.

She slides as far down as she can, my length hitting the back of her throat and going further. She moans like she can’t get enough of me, of doing this, and that alone spurs me closer to orgasm. The truck hits another bump, and she bounces another few inches down my cock. Choking, she slips off and looks up at me.

“Careful, little witch,” I murmur, staring into her stunning eyes.

We take a sharp left. I know that left. We’re almost to Jack’s favorite skinny dipping spot.

“Time to put our clothes back on,” I murmur, smiling at Bluebell.

She doesn’t answer, just bends low and tugs one of my piercings between her lips. Heat shreds my self control as I grip her shoulders and attempt to pull her off my length. She pops up with a saucy look.

“Only to take them right back off,” she says with a laugh, sinking against my wing and the side of the truck.

“I wanna keep teasing you,” she whispers, knowing I can hear her over the sound of the wind. I leave my wing behind her to shield her from the worst of it, hanging on to the edge of the truck bed as we bounce over the last mile or two to the edge of the gulch.

When we get there, Jasper throws the truck into park so fast, Bluebell nearly bounces back into my arms. Snarling, I bang on the window. “Jasper, chill the fuck out, dude!”

I throw Bluebell a frustrated look. “He always drive like this when you’re in the truck?”