“Well, I couldn’t let your…sexy bits…get damaged. Would’ve been a cryin’ shame.”
“But you didn’t have to do more than free me, baby. You gave me some sweet relief.” Relief he’d love to experience again—and soon.
“How far before we hit the next town?” she said, biting her lip.
His dick tightened. “Better slow down. Don’t want a ticket. Maybe thirty minutes? Maybe I should find someplace to pull over to see what that fucker shot. Might have some damage other than a shattered windshield.”
“You talk too much,” she said then unclipped her belt and turned, drawing up her legs until she knelt on the seat beside him. Then she leaned toward him, her hand sliding between his legs. Sure enough, she cupped the growing erection pressing against his left pants leg.
His vision narrowed, and he knew he had to get off the road—fast. He saw a spot alongside the road, graveled and big enough to fit his SUV, so he slowed, pulled into it, then turned on his emergency lights so his vehicle would be seen. Then he cut the engine and turned to stare at Tamara.
“Better scoot your chair back,” she said then waggled her eyebrows.
God, he’d loved her boldness the first time they’d met. He let his gaze drop to her pink T-shirt. “Lose it,” he said, as he leaned back in his seat and unbuckled his belt.
Eagerly, she raked her shirt over her head and sent it flying into the backseat.
He unzipped and pushed his pants past his hips, just far enough to free his dick then slipped his wallet free to find a condom. He rolled it down, hissing because he was so hard. “Your jeans,” he rasped.
“Not fair I have to strip and all you have to do is show your dick.”
“You want this fully functioning,” he said, stroking his length, “let me see everything. Make sure I wasn’t dreaming the first time I had you.”
She shoved off her shoes and stripped off her jeans and underwear. Then, kneeling again, letting him see her breasts, which she lifted in her palms, and her pussy, she held still.
He hit the button to slide his seat as far back as he could. Then he tilted the back until he was nearly horizontal. When he reached for her, she moved over the console and into his hands, letting him guide her over his hips then bring her down so her lush tits mashed against his chest.
The day’s last sunlight glinted through trees, striking her pale hair, making it glow like a halo around her hair, but she was no angel. With nibble of her lip, she wriggled her hips, moving up just high enough, then guiding his cock with her thighs until the tip nudged her wet center.
“Almost there,” he whispered.
“Forgot how damn wide that doorknob of yours is.”
He chuckled. “Promise it’ll fit.”
“I know. I remember.” Then her eyelids fluttered down, half-closed, as she backed onto his cock, consuming him with slow downward pulses.
“I need a tit,” Quincy said, not caring if he sounded crass. He needed a tit in his mouth, wanted her pink tip between his teeth while he pulled and sucked it.
“Can’t do both at the same time,” she groused, giving him a long downward glide. “You’re too tall.”
“Can if you have imagination.” He hit the lever to raise his seat a bit and let his back curve into the hollow.
When she grabbed the headrest and pushed back, he bent his head to root at her nipple, glorying in how velvety it felt against his lips, how the excited tip hardened and stretched to scrape his tongue. Thick as a straw, he drew on it, increasing the suction until her fingernails dug into his hair, and her pussy quivered around him.
“Oh, you bastard,” she whispered. “Damn, that feels good. Love how your beard feels against my skin.”
He moved to her other breast and bit her, chuckling when she gasped and her pussy clamped harder around him.
“Quincy, gotta move,” she said, her voice tight while she gave him shallow bounces as he continued to suck and bite her nipple.
He let go of her tit and slid both hands over her ass, slipping a finger into her crease. “Move fast,” he whispered and fingered her anus.
She gave a high-pitched yelp and slammed down his length, pushing on his shoulders to rise and fall.
He loved watching her, seeing her generous breasts bounce, her belly quiver. He loved the way her eyebrows lowered into a fierce frown as she pursed her lips to pant.
When sweat broke on her forehead, she leaned back against the steering wheel, dragging in deep breaths.
“You stopped moving,” he complained, now using his thumb to scrape her clit.
“Just…need…to catch…my breath.”
A driver passed them, laying on his horn.
Her eyes widened.
“They didn’t see anything, baby. The windows are tinted.”
“I never do this,” she said. “Fuck a man in a car like a teenager. Do you do this often?”
“I’m not the one who grabbed for my dick. I was set to get us to the cabin before—”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? I lied. I’m still pissed you didn’t call me.”
“Thought being pissed might work in my favor.” He raised his eyebrows and glanced down at where their bodies joined.
She huffed a breath. “Bet you have girls hanging all over you,” she said, lowering her chest against his then rubbing side to side. “I like that you have plenty of chest hair. Feels like it’s trying to curl around my nipples and hold me still.”
“I like your nipples, too, preferably in my mouth, but right now, something else is twitching.”
“I can feel it,” she said, sliding her mouth along the side of his neck. “Never had anything this big shoved up inside me.”
“Again, I didn’t do the shoving.” But he bucked his hips a little, just to remind her where she’d left off.
“I can almost come just from how good you stretch me.”
“I can feel how wet you are.”
“Gonna make a puddle on your seat.”
His mouth twitched just as she raised her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were little unfocused. Her bottom lip swollen.
“Gotta stop biting that lip, baby.”
“Why?” she said, giving it a lick.
“Because I don’t want it sore. I have plans for it.”
Chapter 4
Quincy thought he might have said the wrong thing when she arched a brow.
“Is this all a setup?” she said. “Did you spirit me away just to have your nasty way with me?”
“Um, was it a bad plan?”
She grunted, which caused her hips to jerk on his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stay in control, but the slick heat surrounding him was causing his dick to swell even more. “Honestly, we were worried about leaving you to face those assholes,” he said quickly. “I wouldn’t put it past them to take out a little revenge on you, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hoping…”
She walked her fingers along the top of one shoulder. “If we do this, for the next two days, are you going to forget to call me again?”
“I didn’t forget. I’m not good—”
She pressed a finger against his mouth. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t have a smooth line, Quincy. All you have to do is tell me you want to see me. Don’t even have to say when, because I know you have important things to do.”
At that moment, he couldn’t think of anything more important than the solemn look in her soft, blue-gray eyes. He kissed her finger, and she moved it away. “I promise I won’t be such a coward. If you still want me to call after we’ve had this time together, I’ll do it—even if I have to climb a fucking mountain to get a signal.”
She narrowed her eyes as she studied his expression then nodded. “Okay, I’m over being mad. For real, this time. Now, I want everything your dick’s been promising me while you just talked my ear off.”
He laughed. “You’re a crazy girl.”
“You make me crazy.” Then she kissed him, pulling on his hair t
o tilt his head just so, moving her lips in sexy circles as she dragged his lips around and around.
He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she moaned then drew back her head.
Giving him a sly smile, she lifted her hips then lowered them again, fucking him with slow, rolling undulations.
The pace was killing him. “Damn, you’ve got me at your mercy with my pants around my legs. If you rise up just a bit, just enough I can move against you—”
“Yeah. Good idea,” she blurted, then she pushed on his shoulders and rose off his cock.
He moved his feet and held her waist as he raised his hips and drove his cock upward, burying himself inside her. Then he gave her a flurry of short, powerful strokes he knew she enjoyed because she braced a hand against the ceiling and wrapped the other around the hard vinyl “oh-shit-handle”, her thighs spreading to give him access to slam against her pussy.
And slam he did, like a fucking jackhammer, his cock building friction, and getting drenched by her arousal. When she threw back her head and screamed, he gave her two more pops of his hips, before pushing her down on his cock to grind and rock against her as his balls exploded and come bathed her hot channel.
When she sagged against him, he kissed her temple. They were both breathing heavily. “Hey, I’m the one who did all the work,” he drawled, sliding his hand over her round bottom to rub it.
“You’re an ass,” she said, but nuzzled into the corner where his neck met his shoulder.
Another car flew by, and Quincy opened his eyes at the sound of brakes being applied. Glancing into his side mirror, he watched as the vehicle performed a three-point turn and drove back toward them. He groaned. “We’ve got company.”
She jerked up her head. “The bikers?”
“No, cops,” he said dryly.
“Shit!”
As Quincy’s luck would have it, the deputy who approached their car didn’t appear to have a sense of humor. Not judging by his grim expression.
“Maybe you should flash your badge,” Tamara whispered as she darted an arm over the seat to grab for her T-shirt. She glared at him as he finished zipping up. “Typical! I’m the one flashing my ass!”
“Don’t think the badge will help,” he muttered under his breath. “A lot of cops don’t care for my profession.”
The shirt settled over her head, and she tugged it down. Then she reached for her jeans, not bothering with her panties, and stuck her legs inside and pulled them up just as the police officer paused beside her window.
Quincy hit the button to lower the glass.
The tall cop leaned toward the window, his glance going first to Quincy, who kept his hands where the officer could see them on the steering wheel. Then his gaze shot to Tamara who was trying to move her panties under the seat with her toes.
She gave him a tight smile. “Hi, Deputy…Smallcup.”
Quincy wished she hadn’t read his name. Now, he had to fight a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Ma’am, it’s Stalcup.”
“Oh…sorry.”
Quincy bit his lip to keep from barking a laugh.
“Mind telling me why you’re parked on the side of the highway?”
When she shot Quincy a wide-eyed glare, he decided to let Tamara do the honors, seeing as how she’d started so spectacularly. He gave her a wink. “It was all your fault,” he whispered.
She swung her head back to look up at the deputy. “I needed to pee. And we haven’t passed any rest stops in miles…”
The deputy’s eyes squinted down at her underwear. “I think you should step out of the car.”
“Me, too?” Quincy said, pointing at his chest.
“Just be careful opening your door. Don’t want another car to clip you.”
So as the deputy stood back, his hand resting on his weapon, both Quincy and Tamara stepped out of the Expedition. While he walked around the front, Quincy heard the rasp of a zipper and realized Tamara had just zipped up her pants. Damn, she was bound to be embarrassed.
“If you’ll both face the vehicle…”
Quincy fought not to let his irritation show in his face. “Look, I know we shouldn’t have stopped here, but—”
“Place your hands on the vehicle and spread your legs.”
Quincy raised his eyebrows. “Seriously, you’re gonna frisk me?”
“His weapons are in there,” Tamara said, tapping the rear window, “not on his body. I should know.”
Quincy winced. “Tamara, hush.”
“Well, I do know. This is silly.”
The deputy cleared his throat. “Sir, do you have ID?”
“Yeah, in my pocket.”
“Show him your badge,” Tamara whispered loudly.
“You a cop?” the deputy asked.
“No…”
“He’s a bounty hunter,” Tamara blurted.
“Is that right?” the lawman murmured.
“Yes, show him, Quincy.”
Quincy really wished she’d kept her mouth zipped. Turning, he reached slowly into his back pocket and pulled out the wallet with his badge then handed it to the deputy.
“I didn’t stop because you were illegally parked,” the deputy said. “I stopped because I saw the damage to your rear windshield when I looked back as I passed. Want to tell me what happened?”
Quincy blew out a breath that billowed his cheeks. As much as he wished he could just gloss over what had happened, he didn’t think it wise to lie to the man. “We were followed from Amity by some angry bikers. One of them shot out the back window.”
The deputy handed him back his badge. “Sounds like you two have had an exciting evening. You’re lucky neither of you was hurt. Do you want to file a report?”
Quincy glanced at Tamara who ducked her head. “Not at this moment. We’re just trying to get to Flathead Lake. We’ll assess the damage there. I just wanted to get her to safety.”
“So, why were you…doing what you were doing…on the side of the road?” the lawman asked, arching a very serious eyebrow.
Quincy screwed up his face.
“Um, it was all my fault,” Tamara said, turning and lifting her face. Her eyes were a little teary, and she wore an expression of contrition that made Quincy’s heart twist.
The woman deserved an Oscar.
“How’s that, ma’am?” the man said, his voice softening.
“I needed…” she bit her bottom lip, “comfort.”
The deputy’s mouth firmed then pressed tighter.
If Quincy wasn’t sure he was about to get his ass arrested, he thought the cop might be trying to hold back a laugh.
Then he did, his shoulders shaking.
Tamara’s eyebrows lowered, and her bottom lip pouted.
When the deputy finally stopped, he shook his head. “Brian said you’d run into trouble. I’m headed to Amity to secure your vehicle, Tamara. I’m picking up a friend along the way who’s going to drive it to my place.”
“This was a joke?” Tamara said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Quincy shook his head and gave her shoulder a squeeze to warn her to button her lip. They weren’t out of the woods yet—and wouldn’t be if she dug a deeper hole. “We appreciate what you’re doing. How do you know Brian?”
The deputy smiled. “My brother’s been getting help from the Soldiers’ Sanctuary for a traumatic brain injury. They met at one of the charity’s monthly meetings.”
Quincy nodded then let his mouth curve into a grin. “You’re gonna tell Brian what happened here, aren’t you?”
The deputy’s smile flashed again. “Oh, yeah.” He tipped his head at Tamara. “Ma’am, you have a good night.” Then he turned and walked back to his squad car.
Tamara dropped her arms then smacked Quincy’s chest. “Thanks for the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
Chapter 5
They stopped in Polson to get takeout and pick up a few groceries, and then continued on their way, skirting th
e west side of the lake.
After the deputy had let them go, they’d both been quiet. Tamara was tired after the action back at the bar and the action inside Quincy’s big truck. She also felt more than a little foolish. Once again, she’d initiated sex with the guy. Would she ever learn? She’d read enough books about how to keep a man that she knew she ought to be letting him do the chasing. But with Quincy, she tended to throw caution to the wind, as though deep down she was afraid to miss the chance of knowing what being with him would be like. She couldn’t shake the feeling this thing they shared wouldn’t have a happy ever after.
And that should worry her. She’d been down this road before, wanting a man who wasn’t that into her. She’d twisted herself up like a pretzel trying to change herself into being the woman she’d thought he’d wanted. She’d worn pretty, girly dresses and styled her hair in soft curls down her back, forgoing any pops of bright color, just to fit into his world. She’d hoped Chad would see her as his perfect foil. Instead, he’d eloped with a blackjack dealer he’d met at a casino in Helena.
After that, she’d dressed as she’d pleased, mouthed off when she wanted.
Good Lord, the way she’d griped at Quincy... She was surprised he hadn’t already walked away. But she couldn’t allow herself to be too nice. Cloaking herself in snippiness helped her hide just how disappointed she’d been when he hadn’t called her.
Quincy signaled before turning onto a narrow paved road.
Tamara leaned forward and squinted into the darkness. They passed a few houses and cabins with lights blazing in the windows. Then he turned again, this time onto a graveled drive. Ahead, she saw a clearing, and beyond it, the lake’s surface speckled by moonlight.
“Nice,” she said. “It’s right on the water. Too bad it’s a too cool for swimming.”
Quincy remained quiet as he parked beneath a rugged log lean-to. He fished in the glove compartment and pulled out a keyring with a single key. “Let’s hope the last visitors left the place tidy.” Then he picked up two sacks of groceries and moved toward the cabin.
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