Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Angel

“No.” But she leaned forward like a kid, checking the heavens for more.

“Come on, I’ll take you to another spot.” He eased the truck off the road and up the narrow lane to the private access. The rise of the land was enough they wouldn’t see the lights of town, but the higher bursts should still be visible.

He pulled over and parked, adjusting the wheel to give himself more room. When he opened the window, the loud snap of another cracker sounded—loud enough for them to hear even at this distance.

The air was warm and he leaned back, trying to relax.

Allison loosened off her seat belt so she could perch on the edge of the seat. A few more single bursts rose before the actual fireworks display took off. He found himself observing carefully, more to see her reaction than to watch the fireworks. She was pensive at first. It took a while for her to relax, to start to smile at the colour changes. The first time she gasped at a more brilliant explosion, it twisted something inside him.

She’d had to deal with a horrible situation this evening, and he was glad she could put aside her sadness for a moment.

He was a bastard that her childlike responses of delight also made him react in a totally adult way.

The noises she made went straight from his ears to his cock. It wasn’t as if she was watching a light show, she was in the middle of the best damn orgasm of her life and the happy sounds made him twitch with need.

Lights were still going off when she turned toward him, her face finally relaxed and at peace. She stared at him, and the longer she looked, the more her expression changed.

“Gabe?”

Low. Sultry. Sex-laden and hot. Of course, maybe that was his imagination, but damn if he didn’t hope she was thinking even a fraction of what he was.

She climbed up on the seat next to him, her boots abandoned on the floorboards. She pressed her hand to his chest, eyes locked on his.

Under her fingers, his heart was pounding.

“You said we’d…talk…later,” she reminded him.

“It’s been a long day.”

Fuck.

That wasn’t what he wanted to say. What he wanted was to order her to strip naked and crawl on top of him. Once he’d managed to do the naked thing as well, of course. Then he’d find other things to do, including tasting every inch of her skin and fucking her until she saw more fireworks.

Allison wrinkled her nose. “If you’re too tired to talk, then maybe I should do all the…discussing.”

She leaned forward and their mouths met, and damn, he was glad she wasn’t the kind to just give up. He curled a hand around her waist, the other around her neck, and kissed her for dear life.

Her taste rolled over him, pleasure increasing. Her tongue teased his tentatively at first, then bolder as they tangled themselves up. Breaths mingling, bodies closer. Somehow she crawled into his lap, and he had her shirt tugged free of her jeans.

He slipped his palms up her torso, soaking in the warmth, the silky smoothness of her skin. She groaned into his mouth as he undid the clasp on her bra and snuck his hands forward, warm full globes of her breasts filling his hands.

Her nipples were hard against his palms as he rubbed slowly, loving the weight of her breasts, wanting more than to touch, but first, dammit, he was going to enjoy touching.

He remembered something from earlier in the day, a good memory, and he left her mouth to press his lips to her throat.

She sat up like he’d electrocuted her.

“Hmm, nice.” He nibbled on her neck while playing with her nipples, tiny pinches and tugs that made her volume increase and her squirming ratchet up a notch.

Her bra was in the way, and the fabric of her shirt, so he grabbed them both and lifted, Allison helping until she was naked from the waist up. He stared down, and that electric cattle prod zapped along his spine.

“Sweet Jesus, woman.”

She had a tattoo. And a belly ring. He traced the edges of the butterfly with his finger, the single wing he could see just poking out from the edge of her jeans.

She grabbed his hands and pulled them back to her breasts. “More. I’ll show you my tatts later.”

More? Gabe’s brain went into overload. “Allison, this isn’t the place, but damn if I don’t want you.”

She knelt and offered him her breasts, and thinking about putting the truck into drive and getting them home where there was a bed slipped away like the ashes of the fireworks blowing on the wind.

He licked her nipple, twice, just because he loved the sound she made the first time he did it. Then he switched to the other side and sucked.

He got lost for a while in touching and tasting. Coming back to her mouth again and again even as he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

When she popped the top button on his jeans, he finally found the strength to grab her wrists. “No room. Let’s take it home so I can make this good for you.”

She lifted a brow. “First, let me make it good for you.”

Nope. Not doing it. He still had enough of his brains, barely, to back the truck up, Allison squealing with laughter as he snagged her with one arm up against his side.

She kissed his neck, dragged her fingernails over his shoulder. Pressed her fingertips down his chest and played with his abs until he was ready to explode.

The truck skidded a little as they pulled into the parking space next to her car. He was parked twisted sideways and he didn’t give a damn. He had them out of the truck and into the cabin without stopping, without thinking. He carried her, leaving her boots abandoned behind them, shirt as well. All the way into the bedroom where he tossed her on the mattress and crawled over her, unwilling to take a break from making physical contact.

“Condoms?” Allison gasped when he finally sat up to strip off his shirt.

“Side table.”

She scrambled away as he jerked off his boots and peeled down his jeans. A pair of arms came around from the back, warm breasts pressed to his naked skin, her fingers flicking his nipples.

“Damn it, woman. I can’t think… Fuck—”

She’d slipped one hand all the way down and grasped his cock over his boxers, fingers wrapped tight. “Yes. Fuck. I want to. Need to.”

Maybe he should have stopped them, but that point had passed, and now there was no getting the horses back in the corral without letting them have a good hard ride.

He clasped her wrist and held on tight, turning to discover not only was she naked from the waist up, heavy breasts right at mouth level, her jeans were gone. The only thing remaining was a tiny triangle of sheer fabric over her mound. Dark curls showed through the material, and the head rush he felt nearly knocked him to the bed.

Which wasn’t a bad idea.

“Come here,” he ordered, tugging her downward. Allison collapsed willingly, hair around her shoulders, limbs at rest. Gabe leaned up and kissed her, one hand cupping her breast. Thumb sliding back and forth over the tip. When she gave him one of those sexy moans, he changed his tack, licking and sucking on her neck, moving his fingers lower until he covered her pussy.

“Oh God, yes.” Allison clutched his head, and he smiled all the way to her nipples. He pressed his fingers along the edges of her labia, the thin fabric of her panties slipping between her folds. The hard point of her clitoris sat up as if eager for his touch.

“Not enough.” Not enough time to do everything he wanted to. Not with the way his cock ached, wetness already marking where the tip pressed into the fabric.

Gabe kissed his way down her stomach, stopping to lick her belly button and tug lightly on the ring looped there.

He didn’t pause to take off her panties. Just covered her with his mouth and licked, hard pressure on the sensitive nub at the top.

Allison breathed erratically, chest heaving. She pulled up her thighs, knees falling aside to reveal herself, as much as she could with the material still between them.

He slipped a finger under the fabric, lightly tracing her opening. Again and again until she lifted her hips toward him, begging him for more.

He thrust in the finger at the same moment he made contact with her clit, and Allison jerked hard. “Finally. Holy shit—more.”

“You say that a lot.” He paused for long enough to tease her with his words, then bent intently to his task. Adding another finger, working her with his tongue and teeth until her passage tightened around him and she gasped out her pleasure.

She clutched his shoulders, trying to pull him over her.

“Condom.” The bit of his brain that still functioned kicked out the word.

Allison swore, and they pulled apart for a second, him to cover himself, her to strip off the sopping-wet underwear. Then he kissed her and pressed them together. His cock nudged her hip, bumped her thigh. Centered over her warmth, wetness and heat guiding him.

As the tip of his cock slipped in Gabe lifted his head to look into her face. He wanted to see what was revealed there—what speed she wanted, how hard, how soft.

Allison panted lightly, pleasure lighting her eyes and shaking her limbs. She wrapped her thighs around him and arched upward, impaling herself on his cock.

He’d never had anyone do that before. Not while they stared at him with mischief and urgency, and something halfway between pain and pleasure in their eyes.

She relaxed her upper body and threw her hands over her head, grabbing on to the sturdy wooden posts of the headboard.

Gabe tilted his hips and rocked slowly, and her smile got bigger. He did it again, dragging back an inch at a time and then pressing into her. Her sheath was tight around his cock, squeezing and holding him perfectly.

He kissed her again, and suddenly going slow was for the birds. The next motion forward became an actual thrust. His bed was too sturdy to squeak. Too heavy to move. But by the time he’d pumped five or six times, Allison was calling out his name and digging her heels into his ass like she was determined to last a full eight seconds, more than once.

Eight seconds was about all he had left.

He snuck a hand between them and caught hold of her clit, and her eyes that had gone half-lidded with pleasure, popped open. Her lips quivered as she called out.

Her orgasm wrenched his own from him, the sweat on the superheated flesh of his back cooling in the air. Balls emptying, arms shaking as he fought to keep from crushing her.

Allison relaxed, her legs falling away, heart pounding so hard he felt it against his forehead when he rested his head on her to catch his breath.

“Holy. Fucking. Hell.” She gasped the words out, one after another.

Gabe collapsed beside her, his cock slipping from her warmth. Rolled to his back and managed to drop the condom to the floor, and that sucked dry all the energy he had left.

Allison curled up against him, resting her head on his chest. Her hair curtained over them, and he lifted a hand to run his fingers through the soft mass.

They were both quiet for a long time. Quiet, except for the occasional gasp.

He finally had enough strength to do more than let the blood return to the extremities. Gabe leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you.”

Allison traced circles on his chest. “I wanted it too.”

“Needed it.”

She leaned up on her elbow to look at him. “I like you. I’m glad we’re friends. And tonight…I needed this so bad. It’s like—”

Allison stopped.

Gabe was more up on the psychobabble than she’d probably expect.

“We needed to feel alive.”

She thought through his words before nodding.

He’d wanted her too. He wasn’t going to let her offer excuses. Or feel bad about having sought comfort.

“I wanted to give you pleasure. I needed it myself. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She rested her head on him again, and he couldn’t see her face.

“You’re right. And it was. Pleasurable, I mean.”

“Holy fucking hell I think you said,” Gabe teased.

Allison laughed, and they curled up together. Just being. Holding each other.

Usually at night Gabe planned the chores he had to complete around the ranch the next day, but tonight somehow it was easier to put that aside for a bit. Label it tasks to be dealt with tomorrow. Right now? He had something else that was a far higher priority.