“Want me to stop?” My voice is coy and fully aware that I’m driving Colton to the brink.
Meanwhile, he’s the one actually behind the wheel. His knuckles are white as he tries to keep Fern in the right lane on the road home. I trace the outline of his dick again. The bulge is straining through his jeans to the point of ripping seams.
Colton’s gulp is audible. “Such a brat.”
“That’s not an answer,” I murmur while skipping my fingers along his arousal.
He stretches his legs wider and pushes himself into my palm. “It’s torture, but I love it coming from you.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
His teeth grit. “No.”
Which spurs me on. My teasing becomes more of a jerking motion.
“Not until I’m sinking slowly onto your cock after confessing my unconditional love for you?”
“Fuck.”
That’s all the warning I get before Colton takes a sharp and sudden turn onto our property. I crash into him along the bench seat from the abrupt swerve. The terrain in the field is bumpy, especially at the speed we’re traveling. My arms pinwheel while looking for a stable surface to grab. His flexed thigh and the dashboard brace me while we travel across the grassy land.
“Where are we going?” There’s a shrill edge to my voice that’s totally called for.
Especially when he responds with, “You’ll see.”
“Is someone chasing us?” I whip my head around, but only dust trails our wild ride. “Why are you going so fast?”
“Because you’re tormenting me.” His guttural tone gives me pause.
“Ohhh.” My heart lurches. “I’m sorry, Stalker.”
“Don’t apologize unless you’re about to leave me hanging.” And then he thrusts his hips.
My grin returns with a seductive vengeance. “Have you been a bad boy?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why you’re getting punished.” I resume my teasing strokes along his rigid shaft.
A low groan rips from him. It’s the sound of a man teetering on the edge, but he won’t give himself permission to release. That denial sparks an idea and I loosen my hold. His exhale sputters. Colton bangs his head against the seat, but doesn’t complain otherwise.
We’re jostled a bit when the truck crests a hill. The higher vantage point allows me to see far ahead. There’s a creek cuttingthrough the valley below. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight. My gaze scans the area spread out through the windshield. This entire section is new to me.
When we’re near the stream, Colton slams on the brakes. Tension radiates off him as he shifts Fern into park. Maybe I pushed him too far. That’s precisely why I go still, allowing him to take the lead.
His eyes are crazed. “Tell me you love me, Princess. Please put me out of my misery.”
“I love you.” The concession falls freely from my upturned lips.
But he still looks seconds away from losing his shit. “Do you mean it?”
I press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
After a whoosh, the strain deflates from his posture. He slumps against me for several rapid beats of his heart. We tangle ourselves into a tight embrace. It spreads warmth through my chest, solidifying our undeniable chemistry. I rub a palm up his back and he trembles.
“Say it again,” he murmurs. “Please.”
“I love you, Stalker.” And damn, it feels good to tell him.
