Page 70 of Chasing Home
I swallow them before feeding him some of my own. “This counts as you claiming your betting win, by the way.”
He laughs gruffly before tugging my lip between his teeth and sucking on it. My stomach tightens, heat blazing low in my belly.
“Tell me something,” he starts while spinning us around and pressing me to the trailer. It’s hot against my back, so I use that as an excuse to arch into him. His gaze drops to my chest, the desire within it so palpable I have to bite my tongue to hide the whimper that follows. “Do you have a habit of getting jealous, Aurora?”
The use of my full name angers me as much as it did the first thousand times he’s said it today. “Don’t call me that.”
“Call you what?”
“Aurora. I’m not Aurora to you.”
He leans close enough to kiss me but doesn’t. “Why not?”
“Fuck you, Johnny,” I hiss before curling my hand around the back of his neck and kissing him. He tightens his grip on my waist before slipping it down to my ass. “Don’t call me what everyone else does. I’m not everyone else to you anymore.”
I lay it out there, peeling back every protective layer I have just to give him a glance at what I hide underneath it all. And he grins in answer. A wicked, dirty grin that has me curling my toes and two seconds away from begging him to take me right here in the middle of nowhere Alberta.
Johnny squeezes my ass and pins my hips with his. The long, thick bulge he presses to my belly has my eyes rolling back in ecstasy without so much as being touched between my legs.
“Was that so hard, darlin’?” he teases, his smile obvious as he buries his face in my throat and sucks my pulse. “Telling the truth has its benefits.”
“Benefits?” I ask on a weak breath.
“Mm,” he hums. The stubble on his jaw scratches my throat in the best way. “If you told me I was just like everyone else, I wouldn’t touch you like this. Wouldn’t be hell-bent on bringing you pleasure as a reminder that you’re the one I want. Not Jill. Not anyone else.”
My head falls back against the trailer with a bang that echoes in my ears the moment he brings his fingers to the button of my jeans and then leaves them there, unmoving.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Something more.”
It’s hard to focus when he touches me. With a stroke of his fingernail along the waistband of my jeans, I shiver.
“Haven’t I told you enough already?” I ask, too close to resorting to begging for him to slide his hand inside my underwear and feel the mess I’ve made because of him.
“Not even close.”
“Touch me and I’ll tell you more.”
He pulls back, and our eyes meet again. I’ve never seen his so dark as they flick between mine, searching for the truth in the words I spoke.
I don’t get an answer before he’s popping open my jeans and working his hand inside of them. The first glide of his finger through my pussy has me crying out, my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groans, eyes flashing as he strokes me again. “You’re soaked.”
I jerk my head in a nod and grip his shoulder, gasping like a fish out of water. His finger is thick enough that I have to stretch around the first press of it inside of me. My jeans are too tight, stifling his movements as he stalls and glances down both sides of the highway.
“Take them off,” I beg, already shoving the one side down my hip. “If you stop, I’m going to die, Johnny. I need?—”
He cuts me off with a hard, possessive kiss. “I know what you need. You don’t have to beg me for anything. Ever.”
As soon as he tugs my jeans down my thighs, he’s pumping his finger the rest of the way inside my dripping pussy and sheltering me with his body. I want to spread my legs, but with the denim pooled at my knees, it isn’t possible. He doesn’t leave me wanting, though. One finger turns into two, and then he’s hooking them deep inside, seeking out the spot that turns my vision white.
“You feel incredible. So goddamn wet you’re making a mess of your thighs,” he says lowly, his voice sounding rougher than I’ve ever heard it.
I bury my teeth in my lip and jerk my hips forward, my clit throbbing. With my hand still gripping his shoulder, I reach down my body and pinch it between my fingers before applying hard pressure.
Johnny watches my movements with laser focus, not missing a thing. His attentiveness only makes me want him more, but I swallow the words down despite everything said just minutes ago.