I can see the look of confusion on her face as I reach across and grab her seatbelt. I pull it roughly across her chest as I fasten it. A little yelp escapes her lips as I tighten it. I see her glance down at my crotch with wide eyes, and I know she can see how hard my cock is. I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her face close to mine.
“You look at me like that again and I’ll bend you over the seat of this truck and fuck you till you can’t walk. I don’t care where we are.” I know the words are blunt and I can see they startle her—maybe even scare her—but that’s the intent. I don’t need some young woman toying with me, teasing me. I want her to know that I’m not the kind of man she wants.
“You understand me?” She nods but I need confirmation. “I want to hear it.”
“I—I understand,” she says, her eyes dropping down to my lips.
“You understand what?” I know I’m a sick bastard, but I want to hear her say the words. I want to hear her say that I’ll fuck her.
“That you’ll—”
“You can say it, sweetheart. You’re a big girl.” I tighten my grip on the back of her neck.
“That you’ll bend me over and fuck me.” She says it louder this time, with confidence.
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to behave?”
She nods slowly and I can’t help myself. I move my hand from the back of her neck, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out and licks the tip of my thumb, and my temperature spikes.
“That’s not behaving,” I reprimand her and I don’t know why. I don’t want her to behave. I want her to jump across the cab of this truck and impale herself on my cock. “I’d love to see those lips wrapped around my cock.” I can’t control the words coming out of my mouth. I know I’m an idiot, but I don’t stop. “Next time you misbehave like that, I’m not only going to bend you over and fuck you, but first I’ll use this pretty little mouth of yours,” I continue dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, “and I’ll have you gagging as I fuck your mouth.”
I pull her in and softly touch my lips to hers, but just as quickly, I release her and turn back to the front of the truck. I fasten my own seatbelt, start the truck, and throw it in reverse to head back to the cabin.
She doesn’t say anything the entire trip back. I don’t know if I’ve scared her or if she’s in shock. I don’t even know what I plan to do when we get back. All I can think about doing is what I just told her. My lips burn where hers touched mine, and I kick myself for stopping. I should have tasted her.
I pull the truck back into the driveway and shut it off. I don’t wait for her to move before I walk around to the passenger side and whip the door open. I can’t stop myself.
I know I shouldn’t.
But I’m going to anyway.
I reach around her and unfasten her seatbelt before grabbing her around the waist. This time when I help her down from the truck, I don’t put any space between us. I drag her body slowly down the front of my own before setting her on her feet. She doesn’t say a word as she stares up at me with her big blue eyes.
I take a step closer to her and she falls back against the seat of the truck, her elbow coming up to rest on it behind her. Her tits are on full display through her shirt. I lean forward, resting a hand on either side of her on the seat. Her eyes drop down to my mouth again as she parts her lips. I lean in, pressing my hard cock against her center. A small moan escapes her lips as mine touch hers . . . just as I hear a car pull in behind us.
“Fuck me,” I say as I step back and see a smiling Pearl and Jade through the windshield of Pearl’s SUV. I grab Quinn’s hand and pull her so she’s standing up before I step around the front of the truck. I adjust myself so I’m not sporting a raging hard-on before I walk to the bed of the truck and reach for my things.
“Hey, Sawyer!” Pearl says as she jumps out of her vehicle. I don’t think she realizes what she just interrupted, and I plan on keeping it that way.
“What brings you ladies up here?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. I look around but don’t see Quinn. A few seconds later, she’s jogging up the steps from the cabin. She must have run inside when I walked around the truck. She’s zipping up a jacket as she approaches us.
“Hey, I’m Quinn.” She thrusts her hand toward Pearl and Jade as they introduce themselves.
“We didn’t expect this one to introduce us to you, so we thought we’d come up and welcome you to Grand Lake!” Jade spins around with two bottles of wine—one in each hand—and holds them up with a big smile. Great, just what I need: three drunk women gossiping about me.
“Yeah, we know it’s unannounced, and if you’re busy, we’ll just leave the wine and these goodies with you.” Pearl opens a white box with Bean & Bun stamped across the top.
“No, this is great. I’m so eager to make friends and meet new people here. Plus, you have pastries and wine. Definitely not turning that down.” Quinn giggles and it pulls at my chest. Even in my oversized sweatpants, which she looks fucking adorable in, and sporting smeared mascara, she looks beautiful.
“You’re welcome to join us, Sawyer,” Pearl says in a sing-song way.
“Thanks, ladies, but I’ve got shit to do.” I grab the rest of my stuff and drag it over to the shed as they make their way toward the lower level of the cabin.
“I’ll be right there!” Quinn says as she jogs back toward my truck and grabs her wet clothes from the back. She steps down from the running board and right into my chest. I take the opportunity to lean down and whisper in her ear.
“We’ll finish this later.”
I see her hug the clothes to her chest before she takes off toward the cabin.
I stand in the shower longer than necessary. This damn woman has only been here a few days and I’ve already fucked up. Then again, she’s only here for a few short months, so maybe it can just be two adults enjoying each other without a commitment. I let myself fantasize a little about the situation. The image of her staring up at me down at the river pops into my head. She seems so innocent. Too innocent for someone like me.
I turn off the shower, step out, and towel off before throwing on some clean jeans and a flannel shirt. I look myself over in the mirror and decide to trim up my beard. I also realize my hair is getting too long. I look at the faded flannel I’m wearing and wonder if I should invest in some new clothes. Money certainly isn’t the issue—I’ve just never really cared much about what I was wearing.
I plug in my electric razor and start grooming my beard. I think about what it would be like to take Quinn out. Would I even have something nice to wear? I push the thought out of my head before cleaning up my beard and heading to the kitchen to grab a beer. I glance at the clock and it’s just a few minutes after noon. My phone rings and I glance at the screen: Clay Slade.
“Hey man, long time no talk,” I say as I crack open the beer and take a long swig.
“Hey yourself, brother. Thought I’d give you a call to talk about the restaurant. Now a good time?”
“Yeah, I’m sure Colton and Drake told you we put in an offer. We should be hearing back in a few days.”