The Wright Brother(30)

“You liked that?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

“I’d like to do more than let you ride me in my truck,” he admitted.

He took a left and then headed back up the canyon. His eyes slid to mine in the darkness, and the intensity of them shot heat straight between my thighs. I squeezed them together in anticipation.

“I’d love to get you to make those moaning noises all night.”

I choked on my own saliva at those words. My mouth dropped open.

“I wouldn’t mind this either,” he said, untwining our hands to rub his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Oh, dear God,” I whispered.

My tongue darted out and caressed his thumb, and we both shivered.

“Is that what you want?”

“For you to fuck me?” I countered.

He grinned, dimpling his cheeks and sending me swooning all over again. “I’d like nothing more than to fuck you, Emery.”

My head nodded in agreement, as if without my body even realizing it. Because, hell yes, I wanted to get fucked by Jensen Wright.

Normally, I wouldn’t talk about sex like that. It was Heidi who had messaged me at Torchy’s to ask if we were fucking already. I hadn’t thought for a split second that it was even a possibility that we were going to get hot and heavy. I had thought that maybe he’d kiss me on my doorstep when he dropped me off.

I wasn’t naive. I’d gone through my one-night-stand phase in college. I’d meaninglessly dated a guy in college who I fucked every day until I realized I hated that he smoked. I’d dated my own PhD advisor for going on three years. We never commented on our sex life. We’d had long debates about seventeenth century monarchs, drunk French wine over philosophical commentaries, and made love in the dark under the covers on days when he didn’t have to teach in the morning. But none of those relationships or pseudo relationships had ever had a guy who wanted to talk about what he wanted to do to me. To count the ways that he wanted to fuck me and then follow through.

Jensen Wright wanted to fuck me.

He wanted to use my mouth and body all night.

And I was perfectly fine with letting him.

A couple of minutes later, we pulled up to a one-story cabin overlooking the canyon and the flat lake in the middle. It wasn’t as enormous as some of the ones inside the canyon walls, but it held its own. At least what I could see of it.

“Whose house is this?” I asked as Jensen pulled into the driveway.

He cut the engine, and he looked over at me, almost apologetically. “Mine.”

“Oh,” I said as realization dawned on me.

He had planned this. That much was clear. He had wanted to bring me back here for sex the whole time. Part of me wanted to be flattered, but I suddenly had a bad taste in my mouth, and I felt frozen in my seat.

“I originally planned to bring you here,” he said. At my appalled face, he shook his head. “Not like that. I planned to use the fire pit and make s’mores. I have the supplies in the back. I figured it’d be about fifty degrees, and if the weather permitted, we could night hike. Hence the warm clothes…” He trailed off when I didn’t move.

My brain was trying to catch up to his statement. I turned around and found a paper Sprouts bag in the back, and marshmallows were on the top. Okay, so I had overreacted. He hadn’t brought me out here just to fuck me. He wasn’t using me.

God, why had I automatically thought the worst of him? I was sure it was latent prejudice against the Wright family. Not to mention, my not-so-stellar luck with guys.

“We could still do that,” he offered. “Though it has dropped down to twenty with a wind chill of eleven. So…we might freeze.”

“You turned the car off, so I’m already freezing,” I told him. My hands were shaking. I’d stupidly forgotten my gloves. I stuffed them into the pockets of my jacket.

“Let’s get you inside and warm you up then.”

I hopped out of the truck and followed him to the front door. He had the bag of groceries in his arm and unlocked the door with his other hand. He kicked the door open with his foot and let me in first. I still felt cautious after my suspicions returned to me. I had been having the best time with Jensen, and I didn’t want to think things like that.

Having sex with him on the first date to get his hot body out of my system might be the best thing I could ever do. There was no future here. I didn’t even want to date right now. And it didn’t matter how much fun we’d had while Christmas caroling. Jensen Wright was Landon Wright’s older brother. And Landon wouldn’t disappear if this continued.

So, I might as well have my fun now.

“Brr,” Jensen said. He flipped on the lights, and the cabin was illuminated. “I’m going to build a fire. If you want to look in that crate right there, there’s a bunch of blankets. Make yourself at home while I get some firewood.”