Just Her Luck (44 page)

He's like a huge sexy beast,
I thought, eyeing his long mane of blonde hair.

Merowr!

"Oh, god," I muttered out loud, "they've turned me into some kind of weird sex fiend, comparing men to jungle beasts."

"What was that?" Sawyer asked, popping up, scratching at his facial hair for a second, waiting for me to answer him.

And stupid me had to just go right ahead and say whatever out loud.

"Erm..."
Think Vieve, think!
"I was just thinking… that if you can't find them then it's okay."

Shaking his head, he went back to his search.

"Oh, I'll find them. They're here...” he rustled some more, “
somewhere."

"No, really," I teased, "It's cool. I'll just sit here and let my feet fall off."

I wriggled my toes and winced, eyeing my poor tootsies.

"I don't know what they were thinkin'- not telling you to wear thicker socks. You just got those damn things. Your boots aren't even broken in yet!"

"Uhm,
I
am the idiot who danced around in them, so this is on me too.” I wiggled my brows at him and tugged at his pony tail again. “We ladies sometimes forget the important things, in favor of fashion, you know, dahhhlllinnnnggg," I purred in my best Zsa Zsa impression.

He glanced up at me and laughed, then stopped when he noticed his face came perilously close to brushing my legs, almost face to skin with my knee cap.

"You know," he said thoughtfully from his hunched over position, "I could just rub them a bit, that might help."

"You sure?" My lips puckered as I frowned down at him, "They're really sore and I don't know if that would really help or..."

"I'll be real gentle," he said quickly, backing out of the truck to reach for my foot.

"I can do it, it's no big...
whoa
... you're hands are warm." I stifled a moan, shivering a little as his large capable hands cupped my foot gently.

"Are they?" He smiled softly, paying special attention to the heel of my foot, fingers kneading my arches expertly, brown eyes watching me appreciatively. "Do you like it hard, Vieve? Or can you handle it when things get a bit rough?"

His voice had gotten all rough and deep, murmuring low, a sexy, gravelly quality to it.

I swear my sex clenched and unclenched, trying to answer it for him.

"That has absolutely nothing to do with my feet, sir!" I huffed, but my skin flushed and I bit my lip, making sure I didn’t let out a loud gulp as I swallowed hard.

His eyes were smoldering, but his expression remained innocent, "I meant the arch of your foot, brat. What did you think I meant?"

I closed my eyes in bliss and hummed my approval as his thumb pressed more firmly, rubbing in slow, measured circles.

His hands were hot and rough in texture, just adding another level to the experience.

Rough, but rubbing softly, firmly but gently.

I melted.

"What did you think I meant, honey?" he purred softly.

I kept my eyes closed, body breaking out in gooseflesh at his touch.

"Sex," I whispered, sighing as he made his way up towards the balls of my feet.

Tingles raced up my spine.

God, that feels good.

"Hmmm..." he hummed from deep in chest, tugging my ankle until it was right up at his mouth.

Warm breath cascaded over my skin, and I jumped.

My eyes popped open and my breath caught, just as his tongue started snaking out to lick a tantalizingly slick path at my ankle, right along my dragon tattoo's tail.

I squeaked, gripping the seat behind me.

"What on earth are you doing?!" I managed to garble out, stilling his other hand as it traveled up my thigh, heading straight for my sweet spot.

My dress was hiked up around my hips from when he'd yanked me towards him, soaked panties out on display.

"I wonder where this ends..." his sexy voice rumbled on a purr, thumb caressing my inner thigh, "Does it end here?" He detoured towards my hip bone.

"Sawyer...” I stammered, panting, “At the pond... "

"I never said
we
were a mistake," he squeezed my hip, "I meant me mauling you in the middle of a dirty fish pond was wrong. I should have shown more...
restraint.
I've never had that problem before. But with you… there's just
...
You just...
god,
you just make me....
ugh
...” he shook his head, irritated at himself that he couldn’t say what he meant, trying to get it to come out right.

He shook himself again, a whole body shake, closing his eyes.

But when he opened them again, they burned with banked heat, brimming with desire.

“I just want to grab you up and fuck you senseless, kiss the shit out of you,” he growled bluntly, “You make me all god damn tongue tied and confused, all stirred up inside. I feel like a randy teenager again, fumbling around with his first crush."

My eyes widened at the barely restrained passion in his statement, the vehemence, the sexy growl in his voice.

My entire body lit up, tightening at the fearsome, possessive gleam in his warm brown eyes.

Whoa mama.

"You… you do?"

He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, nodding his head.

I slowly let go of my staying hand, releasing his wrist, and he kissed me again, both of us moaning into each other's mouths as he played in the abundance of wetness he found glistening between my thighs, fingers teasing and circling my swollen sex.

"I like everything about you, brat," He pulled back enough to meet my eyes, "I like how you think. The things you say." He stroked my cheek tenderly. "God, honey, I love just watching you when you're givin' someone an ass chewin'. Even if it's me. I just want to hold you close and keep you safe. I want to kill anyone and anything that hurts you. I want to make you smile. I want to make you scream.”

I shivered visibly.

His voice was getting deeper and huskier, my fingers itching to run along his chest and see if he would actually purr, rumbling up so deep from the center of his chest.

Smiling wickedly, he leaned in and nipped at my earlobe, worrying it with his teeth.

I gasped a little at the biting sting.

“Vieve, honey,” he pulled back, eyes boring into mine, “I want to make you
mine
."

I simply gaped at him, turned on and turned up, watching as he hurriedly jumped up inside the truck, an animalistic sound escaping him at the slamming of the door, enclosing us in total darkness, encasing us in a little bubble of privacy.

He made the same noise again, getting me all hot and bothered, taking my hips in his large calloused hands, pulling us flush against each other, chest to chest, heart to heart, his thick swollen shaft nudging me through his dark gray slacks, thrusting up against me through both our layers of clothing.

"Just like this. I want you just like this. Hot, hard and rough," he grunted, groaning in pleasure when I gasped and arched against him, grinding my mons into his hidden cock.

He pulled me towards him tighter and kissed me, a kiss just as glorious and fervent as the panty melting one from the pond.

"Now. I want you now, Vieve. Say yes. God, please say yes and I swear I'll make this good for you.
So good..."
his words tapered off into happy moans as I reached for the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper, his cock thrusting into my hand.

"Just so you know," I panted, "Bowen and Ephraim are going to be pissed at you. They've been trying to keep me primed and ready for them tonight," I giggled at the idea. "They want me to admit I'm theirs and they’re mine."

I did say I could get mine... with someone else if need be... didn't I?

Sort of…

He slid my panties aside, dipping his fingers in, giving a few experimental thrusts, then pulled them out to replace them with something much harder, much bigger.

"Wait!" I cried, and he paused.

His arms shook as he held himself still.

"I swear to god,” he groaned, pained, “if you make me stop, I'm gonna die."

"Condom! Condom!"

He nodded, gritting his teeth.

"Shit. Alright." He fumbled around for a second in the backpack he always keeps in his truck, keeping a firm hold on me as he twisted his upper torso to dig through the pack.

“Got one.”

Tearing it open with his teeth, he put a condom on in record time and slid home, taking me with one hard, smooth thrust.

“Sawyer!” I gasped, gripping a fist full of his shirt in my good hand.

"Oh, honey, you feel
so
good," he groaned between grunting thrusts, ramming me into the seat as he tried fuck me into submission.

My breath started coming in quick, short pants, his cock endlessly rubbing my sweet spot.

"They're idiots," he laughed between panting groans, referring to my comments about Ephraim and Bowen, small dots of sweat beading on his forehead as he stopped suddenly and held himself perfectly still. "I already know you're mine. I don't need to hear it, brat. I can feel it. See it. I
know
it." He nipped my lip hard and kissed me softly, soothing the sting of his bite, "And you already know I'm yours."

I tugged on his ponytail, clenching him when his cock jerked.

"Cocky, are we, Dr. Sawyer?"

"Mmmm..." he murmured, pulling out to thrust back in again.

I whimpered loudly, caught up in the moment, the feeling, in him.

"Genevieve? You out here?" someone called.

I froze.

"Shit." A wave of panic sweeping over me, I squirmed to get up.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, holding me as I scrambled about on the seat.

“Sawyer,” I whispered, “there are people coming!”

"Put your head down and watch your stitches," he commanded, tossing my skirt over my head.

"Sawyer! What are you doing?!" I squeaked.

"Having my wicked way with you."

"Someone might see!
Sawyer!"

"It's too dark where I parked."

"But..."

"Oh, I'll have that too, honey," he purred, running a hand up the seam of my ass.

"What?!!"

He tugged my panties, shifting the crotch to the side.

Then there was a loud tearing sound.

I would have peeked over my shoulder, but I was worried I might fall, putting most of my weight on the one good hand.

Well, I hope whatever that was wasn't important...

"But not tonight. Tonight I want
this,"
he hissed.

“Sawyer?
Aaah!”

He lifted me up enough to let his tongue swipe me from clit to pussy, tongue sweeping back and forth across my wet folds.

Sucking my swollen lips into his mouth, he stabbed at my sex with his tongue, moaning against the tender flesh, growling when I cried out his name, on the verge of release.

He set me down once he was satisfied I was a writhing, panting mess, mewling and babbling mindlessly as I jerked in his hold.

He positioned himself at my entrance, quickly thrusting back in, his balls slapping wetly as my drenched sex squelched, taking so much more of him in at this angle, his shaft ramming into my sweet spot.

"Oh, god... I wanna fuck you hard, honey.
So hard
. Think you can handle that? Handle me?"

"Hit me with your best shot, Doc," I taunted, laughing breathlessly, wiggling on his shaft, my rump waving at him, sex clenching excitedly.

Oh, yes,
hard.

He glanced around quickly, glad whoever was calling for me had gone elsewhere, gripping the seat by my head and pounding into me, hips bearing down hard on mine as he gave me all he had, his hard punishing thrusts sending shock waves racing through my core, zipping straight to my clit, rocking the truck.

I called out loudly, fingers clutching and clawing at the bench seat, eyes squeezed shut when he found my sweet spot again and rammed into it unmercifully, a crazy, lion man growl slipping past his lips.

"I don't know if anyone has ever told you this..." I called over my shoulder, breathing short and chopping as I pushed right back, clenching my pussy muscles down on his shaft, "but that growling shit is downright sexy."

He chuckled darkly, reaching a hand under me to play with my clit.

"You like that, honey?" His soft words belayed his actions as my words turned him on and made him even more demanding.

Commanding.

His chest came down over mine, his lips at my neck as he sucked hard and placed a hand on my lower abdomen, keeping me pinned in place for his sensual assault.