Page 56 of Tanner's Forever
I’m surprised he remembers me talking about Wes. I just brought him randomly one day.
“No, but my dad has. I guess he’s dating someone—not that he tells anyone any type of details about his life.”
“Maybe he just hasn’t met anyone he really cares about.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I told my brother about you. Couldn’t wait to tell him. I would have told the other one, but I haven’t talked to him.”
I can’t hide the smile on my face. “So, what you’re saying is that you really care about me?”
His blue eyes look into mine. “Hell, yes, I do.”
Looking back down at my phone, I say softly, “Back at you.”
He leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.
Soon enough, we finish eating and the movie starts. There aren’t a whole lot of cars parked in front of this screen, and once we are a few minutes in, I can see why. The movie is awful. So awful that we are both hysterically laughing at how absurd it is.
Think Jackass in outer space.
“Next time,” I tell him. “Don’t let me pick the movie.”
“Eh, I don’t care what we watch as long as we do it together.”
He motions for me to sit between his legs, and he rubs my shoulders and plays with my hair. It feels great, but I am feeling a little more frisky. My fingers trail up his thighs—back and forth, each time getting a little bit closer to his dick.
I let out a shiver as he whispers in my ear, “Are you wanting something?”
“Maybe.”
“Right here? What if someone sees?”
My shoulders shrug. “Let them watch.”
He lets out a frustrated grunt. “You have to stop saying things like that, or you’re going to make my cock explode without even touching it.”
He grabs one of the thicker blankets and makes sure my bottom half is completely covered from prying eyes. With the walls of the truck bed, though, I doubt that anyone could see much anyway unless they were actually poking their head in.
He hikes up my dress and slides my panties down my legs before pulling my thighs apart.
His fingers lightly rub along each of my lower lips. “Do you know how much I’ve missed this pussy?” He asks.
“It’s missed you too.”
His fingers slowly start to play with my clit, giving it light touches to start with before applying more pressure.
Whispering in my ear again, he asks, “Do you think you’ll be able to be quiet? I don’t want anyone else hearing the noises I’ll have you making.”
“I’ll try,” I giggle.
He pulls the blanket up further so that his other hand can slip under my dress and tease my nipples.
“Does this turn you on, babygirl? The idea that anyone could see us right now.”
I frantically nod because I can’t believe how much this excites me. It’s a scene right out of one of my books.
He continues to play with my clit while the other hand leaves my breasts and moves lower. He takes two fingers and slides them inside me. He curls them and starts moving in an upward motion. I don’t know what kind of sorcery he is doing, but it feels amazing. Almost more than I can take.