His kissed me and that triggered both of us. I couldn’t get him deep enough. He couldn’t get close enough. He started to move faster. Harder. Pulling out and pushing in so deep I fought to keep my moans in. After all, sound carries in the country.
“Son-of-a-bitch. I need to get deeper, baby,” he whispered on my lips.
My chest was heaving as his mouth moved along my neck. I hated that we had layers of clothes separating us, yet at the same time it was hot as hell the way he took me against his truck. At three in the afternoon.
Yes. Hot. As. Hell.
“Paxton, baby, I need you to come. I can’t hold off…any longer.”
I didn’t want him to stop. Steed inside of me was my favorite thing ever. Whether he was making slow sweet love to me, or fucking me.
It all felt so good.
He grabbed my ass and pounded into me harder. Deeper. And I fell. So fast and so hard I saw stars across my eyelids.
“I’m coming!” I cried out, not caring if my words traveled on the wind. Steed pushed in and let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. Maybe it was a grunt. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. It was laced with pleasure and lust. He dropped his mouth onto mine and kissed me as we both came.
When he finally stopped moving, we stood there for a few moments. Steed’s forehead rested against mine, our breath labored.
“Why is every time with you so damn amazing?”
I chuckled. “I could ask you the same thing.”
His blue eyes met mine. “You’re amazing.”
My heart melted. “You’ve already told me that.”
“And I’ll tell you every day at least once a day for the rest of our lives. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
When he finally pulled out of me, I whimpered. Then I realized he had just taken me up against his truck in the middle of a pasture where anyone could have driven up.
My face heated. I quickly got my jeans on as Steed took care of the condom.
When he walked back, he grinned from ear to ear. “You’re blushing, Pax.”
Covering my cheeks with my hands, I laughed. “We just had sex out in the open.”
His hands landed on my hips, dragging me closer. Pressing his lips to mine, he whispered, “I can’t control myself around you. Never could and pretty damn sure that will never change.”
I beamed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. A honking horn had us both drawing back, horror etched on our faces. Steed leaned back to look around his truck to see who was coming.
“Holy. Shit. That would have been awkward.”
“What? Who is it?” I asked in a panicked voice.
Glancing at me, Steed laughed. “My dad.”
“Your…dad?” I gasped with a strained voice.
“Yep!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the approaching truck. I scanned both of us quickly to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
The Ford F-350 truck stopped right behind Steed’s truck. Tripp was sitting in the passenger seat with a shit eating grin on his face.
They both got out and made their way over to us. “What’s wrong? Something the matter with the truck?” John asked while reaching his hand out for Steed’s.
“No, sir,” Steed replied with a grin. “We were just stopped here. I had to take a piss.”
Tripp looked at Steed and then me, but didn’t utter a single word. I’m sure it was written all over my face.
I just had sex! Hot sex. Steamy hot sex.
John spoke with Steed about the financial books for the ranch while my thoughts wandered to a few minutes ago.
My eyes drifted to Tripp who was still standing there with that damn smile on his face. He totally knew what we had been up to. Thank goodness they hadn’t driven up sooner.
“I told Rob you were itching to get up and fly next week. He said everything is up to date on the plane and to let him know which day you wanted the plane ready,” John said.
I turned to them. “Fly?” I asked, confused.
Steed wove his fingers with mine. “Yeah, I have my pilot’s license.”
Steed flies planes? I knew his father had a pilot’s license and he kept a pilot on his payroll, Rob Donovon.
But Steed is a pilot? I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. He had mentioned wanting to fly back in high school.
He said it like it was no big deal. His father was giving him instructions to call Rob to let him know when he wanted to go up.
“Check out the back pasture while you’re up there, will you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Did you know he flew planes?” I asked Tripp.
He chuckled and nodded.
“Paxton, sweetheart, how are things at the school?” John asked, pulling my attention away from Tripp.