With my hand gripping his shaft, I slide him into my mouth, my tongue continuing a slow circle. Chase’s hands tangle in my hair. His breath comes rough and uneven as I keep going until he hits the back of my throat.
He groans, voice all gravel. “Fuck, princess, you take me so well.”
I slide up, licking his shaft, letting the cool air hit his sensitive tip before drawing him all the way back into my mouth, relishing every shudder that runs through him. Chase has always known what I need, always been the one to show up for me. But now, in the cab of his truck, I’m the one in control. And it’s my name that’s going to be on his lips when he finally lets go.
TWENTY-FIVE
CHASE
My head hits the seat rest, my insides on fire as Serena takes me deeper, her mouth sliding hot and wet around me, tongue running along the length of my dick. Every nerve ending is alight, every muscle straining with the pleasure that’s tearing through me. A part of me wants to pull Serena onto my lap, slide my hand into her panties, feel that wetness I know is there, and fuck her right here by the side of the road.
But I know if I do that, my head is gonna be on all the ways I want to make her scream, and even with my haze of this moment dominating every thought, we’re not gonna be alone on this highway forever. So instead, I grip the wheel with one hand, and bury the other one in her hair, fighting the urge to lose control completely. It’s raw and consuming, and for the first time since I got into this truck, the hollow ache inside me is replaced by something alive.
One of her hands moves to cup my balls as the other tightens its grasp, her mouth moving faster, like she can sense how close I am to the edge. Pressure builds low and urgent, a coil winding tighter with every stroke, every slick pull of her lips. I can’t stop myself pushing deeper into her mouth as each movement sends a white-hot surge of pleasure straight to my groin.
“Serena.” Her name feels damn good on my lips. “I’m going to come. Fuck!”
She draws her mouth up, tongue flicking my tip, and I think she’s going to pull back, keep working me with just her hand, but instead her breath whispers over my tip. “I want to taste you.”
And fuck if it isn’t the most erotic thing anyone has ever said to me.
Then her mouth is back on me, sliding me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Working me with her hands and her tongue, slick and fast, until I can’t think of anything but the edge I’m hurtling toward. I groan out her name as I’m hit with the force of my pleasure, spilling myself into her mouth. She takes every last drop of me before slowly working her way up, my body shuddering under every movement.
“That was…” I start to say.
“What you needed,” Serena finishes, moving back to her seat as I do up my jeans.
“I was going to say incredible, but yeah. It was.”
We stay like that for a moment, sharing the silence that no longer feels loaded, but intimate.
“So I’m pretty sure what we just did counts as breaking the rules.” I smirk.
Serena shoots back without missing a beat, “After last night, I’m pretty sure there aren’t any rules left to break.”
I laugh. “Ready to carry on, or is there anything else you wanted to do to me? Because just so we’re clear, I’m your willing stable boy over here.”
“Don’t say it?—”
“Princess,” I finish, and she bursts out laughing.
“Let’s go.”
I start the engine, and music fills the cab. This time I tap along to the beat. I thought I wanted to do this on my own. Thought I could shoulder the weight alone. But I didn’t protestwhen Serena jumped in the truck beside me back at the ranch, and now it feels like she’s taken some of that weight for me, and I’m glad she’s here.
An hour later, the highway is a blur of dark asphalt and fading lines. My eyes sting with tiredness and the kind of exhaustion that makes it hard to think straight. I’ve been driving for eight hours with only a few stops. It’s dark. It’s late. And I’m running on empty.
Ahead of us, the glow of headlights catches a green-and-white sign just off the shoulder.
LAKE VIEW INN—VACANCY.
I squint through the windshield. Torn by indecision. One more hour, and we’ll be on the outskirts of Oklahoma City and the address for Leanna the landlord gave to Mama. But I don’t have another hour in me. My hands feel glued to the wheel. My body heavy and stiff. Whatever awaits me in Leanna’s apartment, I can’t deal with it tonight. Lake View Inn feels like a sign.
Serena shifts beside me. I can feel her eyes on me, even before she speaks.
“You OK if we stop for the night?” I ask.
“Of course. But I could’ve driven, you know.”