As promised, I didn’t leave Colton’s side. That includes now as I settle behind the wheel to drive us home. Fern starts with a loud roar, more than ready for the journey.
“Be gentle with her. She’s old.” He pats the dashboard lovingly.
I glance at him in the passenger seat as I pull from the lot. If we never return, it’ll be too soon. “How does it feel to sit over there?”
“Not a bad view.” Colton’s blue stare feasts on me while he sprawls out like a lion about to be fed a massive, juicy steak.
“Don’t even think about it,” I chide.
“Oh-ho,” he chuckles. “I’m definitely thinking about it. That’s all I’ve thought about since you agreed to be my wife.”
The sparkles on my ring finger distract me momentarily. “You’re still recovering. No strenuous activity until you’re healed.”
He scoffs. “I’m better than ever. About to be a wedded man. But first, we need to consummate our engagement.”
Laughter bubbles from me as warmth begins to spread through my lower belly. “I think that only counts for marriage.”
“Not in my book,” he rasps. “Pull over, Princess.”
“No way,” I giggle.
“There’s nothing but empty space.” He motions to the rolling meadows on both sides of the road. “Just park behind a tree.”
“We’ll be home soon.”
“C’mon, baby mama.” He slides a palm along my thigh, traveling upward to cup my pussy. “You want Daddy’s dick. I’ll make you scream like a brat. Unless you’re in the mood to be my good girl.”
The heat in my core burns hotter. My eyelids slide to half mast instantly. Sex hasn’t been an option since his surgery, but we’ve passed the time teasing each other. I’d been tempted more than once to actually ride his face. The filthy things that spill from this irresistible man make for top tier dirty talk. My pregnancy hormones don’t stand a chance.
That’s why I scour the landscape for a decent spot to conceal our salacious act. Fern bounces across the uneven ground when I turn into a random field. There’s a grove of tall oaks to shield usfrom the nonexistent traffic. I pull into a small clearing and shift into park, killing the engine.
Colton is already stripping. I’m stunned immobile as tanned muscle and masculine energy are unleashed. Drool puddles in my mouth, threatening to drip off my chin. A hungry moan spills free when he releases his cock.
Metal gleams from his crown and shaft. I had the honor of reinserting his piercings after his catheter was removed. That was a real test to my resolve. How easy it would’ve been to slip him into my mouth for a quick blowjob.
But then my attention shifts. The skin on his left side is still mottled in bruises. A patch of gauze covers his wound, but I’m intimately aware of what that close call looks like. Hesitation must reflect on my face.
“Don’t,” he scolds. “I’m fine. Definitely had worse. This is barely a scratch in comparison.”
Salvia sticks to my throat at the horrible images assaulting me. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“It’s better that you don’t. Just focus on the fact that I’m very much alive and desperate for you.”
My bottom lip gets tortured between my teeth. “You should be resting.”
“There’s plenty of time for that after. I’ve been trapped in a bed for a week. Let me have my way with you for a few minutes. Then I’ll go back to being your patient.”
“Promise we’ll go slow?” I’m not sure why I bother trying to deny him.
“Sure, if that’s what you need to hear. In return, I need you to take off your dress,” Colton commands.
My fluid motion obeys him without hesitation, leaving me in a satin bra and thong. My fingers hook into the flimsy elastic waistband and yank the barrier free. I’m about to straddle his lap, but he shakes his head.
“Not in the cab. I can’t get at the right angle. Get your ass in the bed, baby mama.”
“And what angle is that?” But I’m already hopping out to get in the back of the truck.
The weather tries to intimidate me, but we’re protected from the worst of the elements. A nip bites my cheeks as I skip to meet Colton. His chiseled bulk doesn’t appear to be impacted by the chill in the slightest. His injury isn’t slowing him down either. There’s a pearly droplet escaping his tip that whisks my mind from the cold.
