All the King's Horses (22 page)

And why the hell
was
I so nervous? Okay, so maybe I’d just had a goddamned breakdown last night. And maybe I still had a lot of shit to deal with before I was in the same ZIP code as sane. So what? Tonight was probably the closest to sane I’d been in years. And that was my story and I was sticking to it because only a few minutes of shopping and forty-five of driving stood between me and some desperately needed sex with a man who, if only for tonight, wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

The parking lot was mostly deserted, the night completely silent except the rumbling of the truck’s idling diesel engine. I squirmed in my seat.

God. Another forty-five minutes. I wasn’t sure I could wait that long. Nerves or not, there was no going back, because I needed him, and I needed him
now
.

There had to be some way to cut down on the time. One of the seedy motels a mile or two in the other direction, maybe? Something?

I glanced at the empty driver’s seat. Then the giant store with the bright lights and sign that now blurred with the rainwater smearing down the windshield.

Well, I knew at least one way to cut a minute or two off the time. Grinning to myself, I slid across to the driver’s seat. I adjusted the seat, shifted into drive, and pulled up as close to the entrance as a vehicle was allowed.

I’d barely put the truck in park when Dustin stepped through the automatic doors. I flashed the headlights, and he turned, blinking as he met my eyes through the windshield.

I gestured at the passenger side.

He chuckled and shook his head, then went around to the other side. He climbed inside, and as I put the truck back in gear, I said, “You don’t mind a girl driving your truck, do you?”

“Not if it means getting out of here faster.” He buckled his seat belt and glanced at me as he dropped the plastic bag at his feet.

On the way out of the parking lot, I said, “You know, I saw a few motels on my way into town when I first came here.”

Dustin gulped. “There’s an idea.”

“Which way?” I asked.

He pointed to the left, and I turned onto the main road. Thank God this was a small town, because it took just minutes to get to the tiny cluster of motels huddled around a couple of stop signs.

A red neon sign glowed in the rain:
No Vacancy.

At the next motel:
No Vacancy.

No Vacancy.

No Vacancy.

No goddamned vacancy.

I thumped my hand on the wheel. “Are you
kidding
me?”

“Must be something going on at the fairgrounds,” Dustin muttered. “We get some of their overflow when the motels in that area are full.”

“Guess we’re going home.”

“Apparently we are.”

We exchanged glances, and seeing my own impatience in his eyes did nothing to help me convince myself I’d stay sane for the next forty-five fucking minutes.

Neither of us spoke. Our earlier halfhearted attempts at conversation were long gone now. It was a distraction then, but now, there was nothing but some clothes and a muddy stretch of two-lane highway standing between us and what we wanted, and we just stared straight ahead. Driving was more complicated than it should have been, but with Dustin so close to me and a pack of condoms at his feet, just breathing was a lot to ask.

And like nothing else in the world, silence could stretch long miles into endless ones, and I was too nervous, too excited, too uncertain, too determined, too scared half to death to say anything for fear of fucking up the moment like I’d scared off a wary bird.

Trees. Fences. More trees. Never-ending fences and a never-ending road and my God we were still so far away. Everything we needed was right here in this truck—him, me, a box of condoms—but we still had miles to go. Too damned many miles.

I glanced at Dustin.

At the plastic bag that was barely visible in the darkness at his feet.

At him again.

At the odometer that indicated we were still twenty-five long minutes from home.

To hell with it.

I slowed down and pulled over. Gravel crunched, and mud sloshed beneath the tires as rocks bounced sharply off the undercarriage.

Dustin eyed me. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“Pulling over.” I threw the truck into park.

“But we’re—”

“I don’t care.” I unbuckled my seat belt. “This is what you get for living so far from town.” And I didn’t give Dustin a chance to speak before I grabbed his shirt and kissed him hard.

He froze for a split second but then wrapped his arms around me and returned my kiss as he pulled me into his lap. His hands drifted down my back, then around to my hips. He gripped my belt and pulled me against him, and when his erection pressed against me, my mouth watered. I hadn’t been this turned on in…I didn’t even know how long. Ever?

The engine purred in the background, and the rain fell a little harder now, crackling on the windshield like the electricity coming to life on all my nerve endings. The seat creaked softly every time one of us shifted, but nothing was louder than the whisper of hands across clothes and hot breaths across skin. We were frantic now, desperate, and for all our combined nerves, we kissed fearlessly and hungrily.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled against my lips, curling his fingers around my hair. “I want you so bad, Amy.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” I smothered his response with a deep kiss.

He tightened his grip on my hair and pulled my head back. “Get those jeans off,” he growled, and I just about came. Especially when he added, “
Now.
”

Oh. God.
Yes
.

I climbed back into the driver’s seat. While I toed off my boots and shimmied out of my jeans, Dustin opened the box of condoms. Gold foil reflected in the faint light as he tore one free, and my heart pounded harder as he dropped the rest to the floorboards.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Are you?”

We looked at each other in the thin, turquoise glow of the dashboard lights and whatever headlight beams the trees threw back at us.

Was I sure? All I knew was I’d never been so desperate, exhilarated, scared to death in my life, so hell, yes, I was sure.

Dustin reached for me, and I reached back, and as soon as I was over him in the passenger seat, we were back to insatiable, feverish kissing. Still sitting up, we clawed and tore at each other’s clothes as we made out like a couple of teenagers. Fabric hissed against upholstery the way our hands hissed across each other’s skin. Somehow, we managed to undo his belt and zipper, tasks that might have been easier had we taken a few seconds to actually look at what we were doing. After some clumsiness, we succeeded, and only then did I break the kiss.

His hands shook. I still couldn’t believe it was possible for Dustin to be this unsteady, but the flicker of light on the foil wrapper in his hand gave him away.

When the condom was on, I licked my lips as he met my eyes in the low light. Nothing standing between us now, and oh God, I needed him.

With a hand around the back of my neck, Dustin pulled me down to kiss him, and as the tip of his tongue slid under mine, his free hand slipped between my legs. I moaned softly into his kiss, and his palm pressed against my clit.

“Oh God…” he said, barely breaking the kiss. “You’re so—”

I gasped and pulled back, and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss my neck in the same moment his fingers found their way into my pussy. “Dustin, please…”

“Oh, I will,” he growled against my neck. “But I’m not…” His voice caught, and we both shivered as his fingers crooked inside me. “There’s no way I’m gonna last,” he murmured, “and I want you to come before I do.”

“Dustin…” It wasn’t a protest this time, not even a plea, just the desperate need to taste his name. My hair grazed the low ceiling, and only that constant, soft tug kept me aware enough not to throw my head back. His free hand drifted up my shirt. When his fingers found my nipple through my bra, I leaned into him, pushing my nipple into one hand and my pussy against the other.

“Oh God, baby,” he said. “Come for me.” The words came out like a soft plea, but my body reacted like they’d been a command, and as he murmured them again and again, my orgasm obediently built until I teetered at my breaking point, and I sucked in a breath and ground against his hand and couldn’t quite get over the edge, and then Dustin moaned, “Holy fuck, Amy…”

And I lost it. All the tension coiled in every inch of my body released at once, and I couldn’t even say his name as I rode wave upon wave of the most incredible ecstasy.

I was just at my peak when Dustin slipped his fingers free, and before I could protest or convince my vision to clear, he pulled me down onto him, and he was inside me, and I nearly went over the edge all over again as he guided me up, down, up, down on his thick cock.

“Oh God…” I whimpered. “Dustin…”

He groaned but didn’t speak. His fingers twitched on my hips, and every time he guided me upward, he tried to rise with me, as if he needed to stay all the way inside me. I rose and fell, riding him as white light crackled behind my eyelids and pure electric pleasure tingled along the length of my spine.

Dustin slid his hands under the back of my shirt and curled his fingers around my bra straps like he needed something to hold on to. He groaned against my lips, thrusting up as much as he could in this position, and I rode him harder because I couldn’t get enough of him moving inside me.

His head fell back. He screwed his eyes shut, and his lips parted in a silent cry as his hands slid down my back, down my sides, down to my hips, and the softest moan escaped his lips as his back arched off the seat.

“Don’t stop. Please, Amy, don’t… stop…”

I rode him a little harder, a little faster, watching in the faint light as the crevices between his eyebrows deepened. His fingers twitched on my hips. His teeth dug into his lip. I rolled my hips, and he swore as he tried to thrust upward.

Then he leaned forward and kissed my neck, his lightly stubbled chin abrading my flesh as his soft lips whispered warm curses against my throat until he groaned, pulled my hips down and held me against him, and released a sharp, hot breath against my neck as he shuddered beneath me.

After a moment, he raised his head, and we were panting too hard to kiss, so I touched my forehead to his, and we just trembled and held on to each other for a long moment.

I rose up off him, and he took off the condom. After he’d tossed it into the trash bag hanging off the steering column, he looked up at me again, and we sank together in a long, lazy kiss. It occurred to me now, when it was much too late to do anything about it, that anyone could have driven past the truck and seen us through the steamed-up and rain-soaked windows. We could have drawn a crowd, for all I knew.

I really didn’t care. We were sweating, shaking, half-naked and disheveled in the passenger seat of his truck, out in the middle of God knew where, and I didn’t care. I just didn’t care.

Long after the dust had settled and my heart had slowed down, I drew back, and our eyes met.

He swept the tip of his tongue across his lips. “Would you believe this is the first time I’ve ever fooled around in a vehicle?”

“Really?” I smiled. “Not even in high school?”

He laughed softly and lowered his gaze. With the lights as dim as they were, I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he blushed as he said, “I never did anything like this in high school.”

I lifted his chin. “Better late than never, right?”

“Absolutely,” he whispered and kissed me again. When he pulled back this time, we were both out of breath again.

“We should get out of here,” I said.

“Probably.” But he drew me down to kiss me. “In a minute.”

“Dustin…”

“In a minute,” he said again, looking up at me with the most devilish, inhibition-melting grin.

“Maybe a few minutes,” I said.

“I like the sound of that.”

Eyes locked on mine, he pushed my shirt up, and we only broke eye contact long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head. I unsnapped my bra, and as it fell away, Dustin’s hands slid up my stomach toward my breasts. He covered my breasts with his warm, tentative hands, closing his eyes and exhaling, but before I could think of something witty to say to egg him on, he leaned in and circled my nipple with the tip of his tongue. This way, the other way, back again, and just about the time I figured out how to breathe, he switched to the other nipple.

“Fuck…”

“Like that?” he asked and did it again.

“Yes, I—” I cut myself off when he gently pressed his teeth into my nipple. “Oh my God…”

He gave a quiet, knowing laugh and pressed his teeth in a little harder.

“Keep doing that”—I bit my lip and gripped his hair,
daring
him to try to pull away—“and we’re going to be out here all night.”

“Probably,” he murmured. “You in a hurry?” His tongue circled my nipple, and cool, electrified water trickled through my veins as I gripped his hair tighter.

“No hurry.” I gasped and then shivered. “Except the longer we’re out here, the longer we’re… The longer we’re not in bed.”