Nothing I said would convince her to press charges.
I was there. I saw him with his hands on her throat, pressing her against the wall while he tried to shove his tongue into her mouth.
In the meantime, I hadn’t heard back from Redmond’s lawyer about the report. Everything seemed to be falling apart back at the station. The only positive was that Monroeand I were no longer eyeing each other with suspicion.
This getaway was just as much for me as it was for her. Or at least the camping part. Tomorrow was all for her.
“Oh, this is beautiful. Good job.” Scarlett leaned across the center console, placing a kiss to my lips. The site was in a clearing, backing up to the woods on one side and a lookout to a lake on the other. A firepit and a picnic table were on-site, but everything else was up to us.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, getting out of the SUV to start unpacking the supplies. “Or do you want to get the tent set up first and eat later?”
“I’m starving. I can gather us some firewood from the woods if you want to start getting everything set up.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I pulled her to me for another quick kiss. She really did look radiant today, not that she wasn’t a vision every day.
Her tongue slipped past my lips, and my hold on her tightened. The soft skin on her back warmed my hand as I trailed it up the back of her sweater. Her fingers scraped through my cropped hair, dragging down the back of my neck.
Fuck. She had me hard so fast I felt light-headed. The round globes of her ass squished beneath my fingers.
Scarlett held on to my shoulders, lifting herself to wrap her legs around my waist.
“Tent first,” she said through ragged breath. “Screw the food.”
I backed us up to the car. “Open the door, Scarlett.”
I nipped at her neck as she gyrated her hips against my dick.
“If you think I can put you down and get a tent erected, you sorely mistake the effect you have on me, Letty.” Her headfell back against the car, my hips seeking friction through our clothes. “Door, Letty. Now.”
She searched wildly for the door handle for a second before pulling it open. I laid her across the back seat, covering her with my body in the confined space. Arms and legs tangled together as I worked to free her of her pants while her fingers popped open the button of my jeans. She slipped her hand beneath my briefs, holding my cock in her tight fist.
Each of her strokes was like fireworks. As much as I didn’t want her to stop, I needed to be inside of her even more. I yanked her pants and panties down her legs with absolutely no finesse.
“Luke,” she called. “I need to talk to you.”
My heart stopped beating, my eyes searching hers.
“Right now?” My voice was strained from holding myself back.
Her laughter eased the tightening in my chest, barely, but a little.
“No. It can wait. But later, I need to talk to you.”
“Are you sure, baby?” I asked.
“Fuck me, Luke. Please.”
She certainly didn’t need to beg for it, but I had to admit I liked the sound of that. I slipped my finger through her center, finding her wet and ready for me.
“Christ, Letty. You’re so wet. That is so fucking sexy,” I groaned, inserting two fingers into her heat.
Her whimpered moans, her hips thrusting my fingers deeper and deeper—she was going to make me lose it before I started. With my free hand, I pulled her hair loose from the hair elastic, sinking my fingers into her wild curls. She grabbed my face in both hands, her lips demanding andinsistent.
Shit. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my fingers out and flipped her around. Her ass lifted into the air, and her hands struggled to find purchase on the car door. I lined us up, sinking my cock into her warm, tight pussy on a single thrust.
My jaw locked, my teeth nearly cracking with the force, as I rammed into her like an animal in the back seat. She had one hand on the window, steam fogging up the glass around it. The thought of that mark left behind like a brand, a reminder of this moment, made me smile.
I could feel her getting close. I rubbed her clit in a steady, circular motion.
