And just seeing her relieves some gnawing sense of wrongness I've had ever since I left her there last night.
"It's already fixed?" She bounds toward me. "That's wonderful!"
"I leaned on them a little bit." As in, I rode out there and stood over the fuckers until it was done. I'm probably lucky the pack didn't turn on me, but I got the sense the alpha had ruled this was my due, so the coyote had to comply.
Sunny gives me a quick peck on the cheek. I don't mean to, but my arm instantly bands around her and pulls that lithe body up to mine. "Oh!" The surprised little breathy sound makes my dick hard.
Or maybe it's having her frankincense and roses scent up in my nostrils. Or the soft give of her braless breasts.
"Busy this morning?" I grit out before I throw her over my shoulder and find a sturdy surface to fuck her on. A picnic table nearby would do, if it didn't have blocks of red clay and a large stick shaped item sticking up. Something about the shape makes me frown. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh." A splash of pink spreads between her freckles. "A little something I was working on. I was feeling inspired."
I pretend to examine the upright root. "What is it?"
"It's, ah, something I'm working on." She tucks a tendril of hair behind her ear and gazes at me with wide eyes. Slowly, my brain interprets the crude shape. I do a double take. Yep, the clay is shaped like a dick.
"The fuck?"
"Phallic art was very common in ancient civilizations. These models were symbols of fertility and thought to bring good luck." She raises her chin as she lectures me. "Anyway, I modeled it after you."
"Too small," I growl. I don't know what the hell else to say. Was she going to fire that clay and use it on herself? My cock's about to split my jeans. I turn away before I do something stupid, like sweep her art supplies to the ground and show her no clay model can compare to the real thing.
"Do you want it?" Sunny tentatively asks my back.
Hell no. I already got one, baby. "Keep it. Something to remember me by."
There's a long awkward pause while I think of sweaty football players to get my dick to calm down.
Sunny clears her throat. "So, do you need me to give you a ride back to town?"
Ouch. She's in a hurry to get rid of me.
Damn.
"Yeah. After I put something together." I open the side door of the bus and pull out the planters, potting soil and flowers.
Sunny gasps. "Titus!"
I don't look at her, because if I do, I'm afraid she's gonna end up on her knees in the dirt. With me banging her from behind. Instead, I grunt and stomp past, thunking down the heavy planters, one on either side of her door. I fill them half full with soil and then place the three different varieties of flowers the hardware store gardener recommended and tuck them into the planter. I repeat with the other side. The whole time Sunny's flitting behind me, making approving sounds.
I finish by packing the flowers in with more soil and stand up, brushing the dirt off my knees. "You have any water?"
I turn around and find Sunny already prepared with a plastic pitcher in her hand.
"Oh!" There's a slosh when our hands collide and water splashes over the front of her tank top. Her nipples poke through the thin fabric, hard and perky.
I try to look up. I really do. But the message isn't getting from my brain to my eyes. They are glued to those tight buds. My mouth waters. I clear my throat.
Neither of us moves. I'm not sure either of us breathes.
Three… two… one: My control snaps.
The pitcher crashes to the ground, splattering water over our legs. The RV nearly tips over with the impact of our bodies hitting the side. I claim her mouth violently at the same time I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She squeals her protest and I release my fingers, kneading her soft breast as I bite and lick down her neck.
"Come here," I growl, picking her up and carrying her inside.
Every pleasure center fires just having her in my arms, knowing I'm so close to claiming her.
I carry her to the mattress and lay her down, shoving the tank top up to give her nipples more attention. I scrape my teeth over them, pinch and pull. Suck and kiss.
"Oh, Titus. You're driving me crazy."
The crazy is mutual, sunshine. And there's no other name for it, that's for sure.
"You want me to touch you here, baby?" I cup her mons, rub over her thin linen shorts. I'm trying to dial my aggression back and make sure she actually wants this. Especially considering she was busy getting rid of me when I arrived.
She wriggles against my hand. "No."
I go still.
Fuck.
"I want Spartacus."
"What?"
She pushes me back, straddles my legs and unzips my jeans. Releasing my cock, she grips me at the base. "This is Spartacus."
"Huh?"
"Your dick. I nicknamed it Spartacus."
"What? No."
"Spartacus." She gives me a stroke that makes my balls sit up and beg. "Because it rises to the occasion."
"What?" I fight to keep my train of thought. "Don't call it that."
"I'm Spartacus," she mock growls and then giggles.
"Stop. No."
But then she lowers her mouth and licks around the head.
"Yes. Hell yes, more of that."
"You like this?" She uses a mock innocent voice. Her cock-tease is making me lose my mind.
"Less talking, more sucking, woman," I growl.
"Okay, wolf." She takes me all the way into her mouth and the shudder of pleasure that rips through me nearly knocks over the RV.
Crazy fucking female, naming my cock.
As she sucks, I reach to unbutton her thin linen shorts and pull them off. It fucking kills me that she never wears panties. Makes her even more of a temptation knowing that pussy is right there.