Page 83 of Tame Our Wild

Shittt.

Releasing her, I take her hand and pull us off the dance floor, ignoring the riders watching us exasperatedly at whatever is transpiring. It’s pretty obvious what’s about to happen between us when I eagerly remove us from the bar altogether, not stopping to inhale the cool night air that washes over us.

THIRTY-FIVE | COLSON

“Well, you weren’t subtle at all,” Harlow says. The back seat lands flat with a thud when I push it from the back of the car, and she giggles. “This is what you have in mind?”

I crouch in front of her, sliding one arm under the backs of her knees and the other around her lower back. Swooping her into my arms, I soak in the gasp that leaves her throat.

She pins me with those eyes, darkened under the moonlight and the barely lit parking lot. “You do realize we have two perfectly comfortable hotel rooms waiting for us, right?”

I set her on the rear edge of my rental SUV, so she’s perched between my legs. “Your clothes are coming off either way, and I’m not waiting.”

She rolls her eyes, and I find myself taking her in as she takes off her hat and tosses it in the middle row of seats. “Do you know how hard it is to change in the car, Colson? We’re both in jeans.”

Not for long.

I place my hands on either side of her, leaning over her to brush my nose against hers. “Are you tapping out, dust bunny?”

“Nope,” she whispers against my lips, tugging off her boots one at a time.

I curve a brow at that, noticing the way that comment makes my dick twitch in my boxers. And because we have this push-and-pull that thrives between us, I push a little more, wanting to see just how much she can take.

Reaching for the band of her jeans, I flick the button open and leisurely drag the zipper down, watching her eyes widen into saucers.

Nervousness is laced into her question. “What are you doing?”

My response is simple. “Undressing you.”

Her palms land on my shoulders. She pushes just enough to still my movements, but not enough that I think she is serious about not wanting me to continue.

“We are at a busy bar. In a parking lot. Where people are walking out constantly. Someone could see us!”

I tilt my head. “It’s almost midnight. And most people are tumbling out, since nearly everyone in there is wasted—including our competitors. At least that’s what I saw.” While you were too busy dancing with someone who wasn’t me.

She hums under her breath. “That’s strange, because from what I remember, the second I walked into the bar, you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

I chuckle, hanging my head. “That mouth.”

When I peek back up at her, the coy smile on her face takes my breath away. It nearly kills me when she palms my dick through my Wranglers and says, “You can shut it if you want.”

Oh, fuck.

Now my balls are throbbing, and my erection is painfully pressing against my zipper, ready to be freed. To sink into her mouth as she suggested. Just the thought that she is as eager as I am has me quickly glancing around the back of the parking lot to make sure we’re alone.

I tug the jeans down her legs, and she lifts each one to allow me to pull them off her, and I toss them haphazardly to the front of the car. I kick off my boots and throw them into the back, holding her eyes as I undo my buckle and pop the button of my jeans. I briefly glance around one more time before pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them. She pushes herself back to allow me room to crawl in beside her.

When I manage to shut the trunk and secure us inside, her soft hands instantly find the tense muscles in my shoulders. Her hands drift up and down my back, sliding down to the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing her to take it off me.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking because having car sex at my age is bound to leave me sore in the morning. With round one tomorrow, it’s less than ideal, but I can’t bring myself to care about anything else when I manage to shift around and see Harlow pulling her top off, leaving her in a purple lace bra and panty set that has my mouth watering.

“Lean back against the side and take those off,” she tells me, pointing to my briefs.

I have no problem following her orders. Anticipation to feel her again thrums through my veins as I struggle to prop myself against the side of the car with my legs sprawled out in front of me.

She crawls between my legs, her hands running up the length of my thighs to my engorged cock that is resting against my abdomen. “You know, I’ve never done it in a car before.”

Yep. That confession is going to make being sore in the morning worth it.