There’d been no talk of sex. No cuddling in his big bed. No orgasms. Her pussy clenched at the mere thought of his hands on her, a deep pulsing ache accompanying her every step.Nope. Bad vagina. Very bad vagina!
Jeez, she wanted him so much it hurt. In a few short weeks, she’d fallen head over heels in love with her boss.Her boss.Halia’s father. The man who’d said he wanted to fuck her—hard—but then hadn’t followed through. Instead, he’d backed off. Left her alone and confused.
Okay. To be fair, he hadn’t left her alone. He’d been around, checking in on her often, making sure she ate regular meals and got enough sleep. He’d been great with Halia too, feeding her, playing with her, heaping his affection on her. She got regular kisses and lots of cuddles.
And no—she wasn’t jealous of a baby. She loved seeing the two of them together. They were a natural fit. She just…well, she didn’t want to be his responsibility. She wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her. Hard. Anywhere. Everywhere. In whatever way he wanted. Multiple times—daily.
Yeah. She hadn’t even had her cherry popped, and he’d turned her into a sex addict.
The sound of the engine idling made her realize she’d stopped walking. His pull too hard to resist, she reversed direction, and keeping her eyes down, she shuffled her way to the passenger side.
The door opened before she reached it, and coming around, she accepted the hand he held out to her. A gentle tug and he assisted her inside. She leaned over and closed herself in with him, the close proximity making her insides tremble with desperate need.
He left the truck in park, and with the heater on high, the hot air circulated around her, warming her cheeks and melting the little bit of snow in her hair. A cold droplet licked its way down the side of her neck, a former snowflake finding new life as a bead of water.
His thumb brushed away the moisture before his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, and she shivered. “Come here.” He pulled her toward him, and confused by the order, she met his eyes. The intensity in his set her pulse racing. “Climb over the console and come straddle my lap.”
“Why?”
“Because face-to-face is the only way you’ll open up to me.”
“But—”
“Now, Summer.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, kicking off her boots to avoid making a mess of the seats. “No need to get all bossy about it.”
She scrambled over the console on her hands and knees while he moved his seat back to make more room, and careful of his brace, she snugged her pelvis tight to his. And, oh God! The feel of his cock filling the space between her legs sent a wicked signal to the rest of her body.
Her lips tingled. Her nipples pebbled. Her thigh muscles clenched.
He reached under her chin, unzippered her jacket, and slipped it off her shoulders. Then tossing it onto the empty seat, he ran his hands over her hips. “Comfy?” he asked, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her pants.
She nodded because, really, she couldn’t do much more. His warm touch against the chilled skin of her lower back had her biting back a moan. And when he pressed his thumbs into the dimples at the base of her spine, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass, she came close to combusting on the spot.
“Start talking.” He didn’t need to elaborate. He wanted to know how and why she knew how to shoot.
“You know I was born into a cult, right?”
He nodded. “I’ve never heard it phrased like that, but yes, Adam told me about your background.”
“Well, Oshram—he calls himself the bringer of the light—he’s the leader. Anyway, he makes sure all his disciples know how to handle a weapon, including the children. I started taking lessons when I turned eight. By the time I left at fifteen, I was a crack shot.”
“Who taught you?”
“A former state trooper from Utah.”
“He’s a cult member?”
“Oh, yeah. A die-hard. He swallows down everything Oshram dishes up.”
“Have you ever shot anyone?”
“God no!” Summer shuddered, and Jamie’s grip tightened. “I think the training is more about the indoctrination process than anything else. Helps reinforce theus against themmentality.”
“What about illegal activity? Anything I should know about?”
“Aside from growing and selling marijuana, I didn’t see anything, and I wasn’t involved in anything illegal, if that’s what you’re asking.”
