Page 37 of Lead Me On
“I’ll fuck you here if that’s what you want, damn it. Get in.”
His crude words thrilled her, and Jane let him move her the few feet to the passenger door of his truck. She followed him in and slipped off her panties so she could straddle him. While he was still sliding on a condom, Jane nudged the straps of her tank top off and pushed it down to bunch at her waist before climbing atop him.
She took him deep and true with one hard drop of her hips.
“Christ,” he whispered, his hands squeezing her arms too tight.
Needing to feel the way he filled her, Jane didn’t move for a moment; she just closed her eyes and breathed. The music filtered through the windshield, muted but still there. A pack of bikes roared out of the parking lot. She opened her eyes to find their headlights flashing close enough to make her breath hitch. The close call made her sex beat harder.
Jane squeezed her thighs and began to ride him.
Chase drew in a hard breath. “God, you’re beautiful.” The neon limned his face in red.
She rose slowly, marveling at the length of him as she slid up, then filled herself with him again. “You’re perfect, Chase. Just perfect.”
His mouth closed over her nipple, cutting off her ability to speak. She could only groan and sigh as he gripped her hips and set the pace he wanted.
This wasn’t the first time she’d had sex in the parking lot of Ryders. As a teenager she hadn’t been wise or choosy, and she’d gotten more stupid with every wine cooler she’d finagled from the wolves at the bar. So no, this wasn’t her first time being used in the parking lot of Ryders, but it would clearly be the best. Because Chase was the kind of guy who took his pleasure in pleasing a woman. He wouldn’t try to get by with a quick finish and halfhearted “Thanks, babe.” He meant to make her come, and Jane meant to oblige him.
She pressed one hand to the roof of his truck for leverage, and slid one hand between their bodies to rub her clit as she rocked her hips.
“Jane,” he groaned. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She was. She was hot and slutty and she didn’t care who might walk by and see her doing Chase in his truck. When she heard a conversation drift to her ears from only a few dozen feet away, her sex tightened with excitement. She rubbed herself faster, and Chase surged up to meet her hips.
“Fuck yeah,” he urged.
“You like it?” she whispered. “You like watching me ride you?”
“I like watching you ride me, and I like watching you finger yourself, and I’m gonna love watching you come.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
“Oh, God, yes. Chase…don’t stop. Don’t.”
He jerked his hips up to meet her.
“Yes. Just like that. Oh, Chase, just like that.” The world rolled over her, pulling her deep beneath a black wave. She couldn’t stop her scream. She couldn’t. She screamed and pressed her fingers hard to her clit as her hips shook against his. The hard pulse of her sex made her feel even more filled with him. Stretched and taken.
As the spasms faded, her heart beat even harder. Chase wasn’t done yet. He’d fallen still, his eyes glittering in the faint light as he watched. “Feel better?” he murmured, a smile curving his lips. A drop of sweat traced its way down his jaw.
“Definitely,” she sighed.
He lifted her, sliding himself free so he could turn her around. Jane rested her forearms against the dashboard as he lowered her back down to take him again. She put her head to her fists and whimpered as he guided her hips up and down, sliding even deeper than he had before. The muscles of his thighs tightened to steel beneath her.
She pictured his view like a movie, the way her ass tilted down when she sank onto him, the way he spread her cheeks when he lifted her up. His breathing got quicker and rougher. He loved this. Loved it. And that made her feel stupidly cherished, just as it had when she’d been a damaged young girl.
Now she knew the difference between lust and affection, but his carnal appreciation still filled her up inside. She still thrilled to every gasp as he took her. And when he groaned and shuddered and surged hard into her, Jane smiled at her clenched fists and sighed with a kind of pleasure she hadn’t found even with her own climax.
She was an animal with him…and she loved it.
CHAPTER NINE
CHASE’S HANDSwere still shaking when he woke up the next morning. Or he felt as if they were. But when he snapped open the paper to read it, the print held steady. So he wasn’t shaking, he was just…weak.
Jane Morgan had ruined him. Ridden him hard and put him up wet. He might never recover.
Mentally he was even worse off. Who was this girl? If pressed, he would’ve guessed Jane had been educated at an East Coast prep school or something. Instead, she was the stepdaughter of Big Mac Mac-Kenzie, an ex-con who sold and customized motorcycles for local bikers. She held herself like a woman in complete control of her structured world, but she’d urged him to do her against a car, fully exposed to anyone who might walk by.
And he didn’t remember Mac having any daughter named Jane.
