Page 101 of Now and Then

“Hunter?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you stop?”

My fingers tighten, my thumb pressing into the tender flesh of her breast. I’m not sure why I’m hesitating. I’ve longed for this moment with Sutton for forever.

“Is this what you want?” My voice has a rough texture to it as I struggle to contain my desire for this beautiful woman.

“Yes, of course this is what I want.” Sutton sits back and rests against the steering wheel, her hands on my chest. “I can’t wait anymore, baby.”

Whatever control I had snaps at the word baby. I shove her roughly over into the passenger seat. She grunts and gives me a confused look, but when I throw the truck in drive she bursts into a fit of giggles. “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“But—”

“Sutton,” I cut her off. “I want nothing more than to have you naked right now, but I’ll be damned if our first time is squished in the front seat of my old truck. I want to see all of you. Touch all of you. Kiss all of you. Lick all of you. F—”

“Fuck all of me.”

My body jolts at the sultry tone in her voice. I catch her out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks are covered in blush splotches, red strands of hair frame her face, and her breasts rise and fall in rapid succession.

“Hunter?” Her voice has a dreamy texture to it now.

“Yeah?” I reach out for her hand and thread our fingers together.

“Drive faster.”

The tail end of my truck gets away from me as I make a turn on the dirt road. I slam on the brakes, quickly pull my hand from hers and brace it on the steering wheel. Neither of us moves. The only sound in the truck is the steady thump of the windshield wipers.

“Excited much?” She’s doing her best to suppress her giggle.

I say nothing as I press my foot to the pedal. It’s only a twenty-minute drive in normal conditions, but with the rain, it’ll be damn near forty.

Sutton reaches forward and turns up the heat. It blasts my already warm face, but I don’t complain. I’ve gotten used to her constant need for heat over the course of our friendship.

Lightning flashes ahead of us, a boom of thunder chasing a heartbeat later.

When I look to the side, she’s got her back resting against the passenger door, left leg bent against the back of the seat, the other stretched out toward my side. But it’s her hand underneath her sweater and playing with her breasts that almost causes me to miss our next turn.

“Shit,” I say as I yank the steering wheel to the left.

She giggles but doesn’t stop.

“Sutton,” I warn.

“Mhmm?”

“Be good. We’ll be home soon.”

I keep my eyes laser-focused on the road ahead. Thunder rumbles behind us now, the worst of the storm in the rearview mirror. The rain eases enough to turn the windshield wipers down a notch.

The cab of the truck is sweltering. Her foot drifts along the outside of my thigh. With my right hand, I grasp her delicate ankle and pull her foot into my lap. Her sharp intake of breath is the only indication she feels how affected I am by her.

Sutton yanks her foot back and is suddenly kneeling on the bench seat between us. She wraps one hand around the side of my face while kissing along my neck. I always figured it was bullshit when people say they get tingly when someone touches them, but I shit you not, when she tugs at my earlobe with her teeth, my entire face goes numb. I couldn’t hold in the moan that escapes me even if I tried.

“You like that?” she whispers.