Chapter 516 Chapter 516
Tripp glanced at her again, she was too quiet, and it was driving him crazy. He glared at the road. Sure, she was watching for any tails or movement along the road, but she had to be thinking about something while she was doing that—but what? It was going to be dusk in an hour and he wanted to be in his own vehicle by then.
His cat was more paranoid than he was. Your own fault, he relayed internally. You marked her without consent and now have to sit there and wonder how that’s going to end. How was it going to end? Obviously, she was going with him back to the teams, she had no vehicle and wasn’t traveling alone. Mine. He would have laughed if it wouldn’t make him look a little crazy. Squeezing the steering wheel, he inhaled a slow deep breath, then regretted it. Her scent was amazing it made him think of a river rushing down a mountain, wild and free.
“Tripp.”
He turned to look at her. When she glanced at him, her sexy eyes were heavy with a secret. His body responded with a ‘hello gorgeous’ reaction. Just what he didn’t need right now—
“Can you pull over up here?”
It was whispered. Not urgent. Her tone set his guts on fire. He nodded and looked for somewhere not in the wide-open area to stop. Maybe she needed a quick pit stop? He spotted a few trees close to the road and figured that would be good enough.
As he pulled under them, she kicked off her boots and was working her arms out of her jacket. It was really not a good time to go for a run. Was everything just hitting her now? He’d seen it before, people panicked after an event. Jamming the jeep into park, he turned to explain that to her when she pulled her shirt over her head. He opened his mouth to tell her that, but nothing came out. He closed it before he drooled like a moron. Her skin was pale, and he knew how soft it was. The cool air hardened her nipples and he had to squeeze the shifter in a death grip to keep from reaching over to her. She unbuckled her belt and then tipped her seat back and slip the jeans off.
Tripp couldn’t have moved if his life had depended on it. His body was rock hard, throbbing and his cat was quiet and watchful when she pulled her feet free of the denim. She turned to look at him, her eyes told him a run was the very last thing on her mind. Inhaling slowly, he brought the scent of her need into his body.
Holding her look, he reached and took the gun from the holster at his side and set it on the dash. The smile that formed on her mouth was slow as she got to her knees and stretched over the gear shift, leaning into him. Now his cat was hesitant, waiting for her to make the first move. She reached over and dropped his seat to lay back and then crawled over the shifter and straddled him. Tripp’s whole body was on fire, he needed to lose the clothes, or he was going to die from a heat stroke.
As he wrestled his arms out of the coat sleeves, she ripped open his pants and reached inside. Tripp clenched his teeth together, trying to get his shirt off without tearing it apart. Her hand stroked him and squeezed. He could barely remember how to breathe through the heavenly feeling of her hand wrapped around him.
Lifting his hips, he shoved his pants down to his thighs. She didn’t pause, just released him, and mounted him, shoving him deep inside her. He glanced to see her eyes closed and that was the only part of this entire scene that bothered him. Reaching up, he grasped the side of her head, then closed his fingers to take a handful of hair. Her eyes opened and he felt like the luckiest man on the planet. Her eyes were filled with fire, and he was sure they were going to consume him. This woman did nothing halfway. Pulling her head down gently, he lifted his head and claimed those pouty lips. He took the taste of her into his mouth and swallowed her moan as she rocked her body up and down his. Pulling his mouth away, he watched her eyes, “there’s only one must, babe, eyes open so you know who’s inside you.”
She hissed out a breath as she dropped onto him again but didn’t break eye contact with him. Satisfied she got his meaning; he released her head and gripped her hips to help her.
He didn’t know where this sudden need had come from, but he was more than willing to help her. She was so hot and wet that it felt like he was being burned alive by lava. Clenching his teeth together to keep a reign on his control, he discovered his mouth was half full of sharp teeth. His cat wanted to repeat the same damn mistake as the last time.
Amari’s breathing was increasing with each movement and the hitch in it as he filled her was chipping away at his restraint—
The sound of a vehicle registered with the blood rushing through his head. Leaning up, he grabbed his gun and switched it to his other hand, holding it near the window.
Amari’s rhythm didn’t pause, but she lifted her chin to look out the back window.
He watched her face instead of doing what a sane person would do and stop this to ensure they were safe. He’d been with thrill-seekers before, but they always copped out at the last second. Nothing, not even danger was going to stop her. She was so perfect for him, it was unbelievable. She moaned but kept her eyes on the road. When her face was illuminated by the lights of the vehicle, Tripp lifted the gun to rest just under the window. He was going to be really pissed if they were interrupted. He hoped for a second it wasn’t some family out for a drive, because they were going to see a sort of wildlife they definitely weren’t expecting.
Amari’s muscles clenched around him, and he had to focus to keep his grip on the gun. He tasted blood as his teeth cut into his tongue.
The car rushed by them, not even slowing in the slightest. Amari dropped her head down; her legs were shaking, and he was beyond caring what was happening outside this vehicle. He grabbed her hips and prevented her from impaling herself on him again, prolonging the edge she was so close to crashing over.
Her eyes flicked to look at him, pleading to let her finish. He could feel the cold metal in his left hand digging into her flesh and she didn’t care in any way. She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen. Mine, he thought in unison with his cat.
He was suddenly regretting the confined space of a steering wheel and no room to maneuver. Lifting his head, he licked over one hard nipple, causing her body to quiver in response. Sucking it into his mouth, against sharp teeth, rewarded him with her moaning. He slammed her down onto his body, making her whine a sound more animal than woman and her body began to milk him. When she started to go lax, he lifted his face from her breast and licked along her neck, she was no longer helping to move her body, so he did it for her. He was so close now but determined he was taking her with him. With his tongue, he found his mark on her and licked over it. She hissed out a breath, her body clenching around him.
Tripp let his cat come closer to the surface and emitted a low growl that made her body react immediately. He dropped the gun and heard it hit the floor, as he bit into his mark and held her flesh in his mouth. She began helping him move her fast, their bodies connecting harder, driving her over the edge again. He followed her this time with an orgasm that bordered on violent.
Licking over the bite, he braced for the backlash from it happening again.
She collapsed on top of him. “Are we going to have to muzzle you during sex?” Her breathing was fast and hot against his skin.
Tripp grinned and kissed the bite mark. “Obstructing my mouth would be disappointing,” he blew out a breath, trying to settle his breathing down, “for both of us.”
She pushed herself up, her hands braced on his chest, and looked at his mouth. “We’ll see about that next time.” Her smile was slow but was reflected in her eyes, “that,” she slowly lifted herself off him, “was great.” Leaning down, she kissed him briefly, “I was so tense.”
At least she was thinking about the next time. Raising one eyebrow he dropped his hands away from her as she moved off him and back over the gear shift. “Any time you need to relax, I’m here to help.”
When she was back in the passenger seat, she looked over at him, her gaze moving down him slowly, “you should drive before I invite you over here.”
Drive. Shit. He’d actually forgotten everything. “We need to get moving.” Lifting his hips, he pulled his pants back up, then popped the seat into the upright position. “I’m not going to feel at ease until I have all my gear again.” Reaching down, he felt around for the gun, thinking that was a first for him, sex with a gun in his hand. He gave her a quick glance and knew there were going to be a lot of firsts with her, and he couldn’t wait for each and every one of them.
“How much longer until we’re there?” She worked the jeans back on in the confined space.
He took his time, his eyes caressing over the exposed skin on her body before answering. “Forty-five minutes at most.”
“Good.”
He tried not to look at her breasts as she pulled the shirt over her head. He failed and his body hardened. Clearing his throat, he turned back to look out the windshield. Put in drive, step on the gas. He reminded his lust-filled brain.