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“I’m never wearing this shirt again. In fact, I’m going to burn it tonight at the bonfire.”

John barked out a laugh. “Then what will you wear?”

She looked over at John with a twinkle in her eyes. “Your shirt of course.” John wore a muscle shirt, his toned arms were curved and cupped perfectly as he drove with an arm draped over the steering wheel. The way he drove his truck was pretty damn hot. Never had she thought that before. Maybe because she had never seen someone like John who got her all hot and bothered drive a truck.

Remembering what Jace said about guys and their ATV’s, and how just not anyone drives them, she wondered if that included his truck. She was going to test that theory.

“Can I drive your truck?”

John looked at her as if she asked him to sign over the title to it. “What?”

“Can I drive your truck,” she repeated, enunciating each word.

John hesitated. “Right now?”

“Yeah, I’ll slide over and take the wheel while you gas it.”

“Well, that’s not what I was thinking, but it’s a good thing we live in a small town or else this wouldn’t work.”

John let up on the accelerator and Alyssa got as close as she could to John. She leaned over and took control of the wheel.

“Want to just sit on my lap?” he asked. This wasn’t working for him, especially with the way her legs were stretched out next to him begging to be caressed.

“Alright,” she smiled. Carefully, Alyssa climbed onto John’s lap making sure not to step on him or it could cause an ugly accident since they were still driving. Easing down on John’s lap, he let go of the wheel and placed his hands on her hips as she took over and drove.

“Want the gas too?” he asked, and she nodded. Giving up complete control of his truck wasn’t something he ever did, but he made an exception for Alyssa. Pulling up to a stop sign, John leaned back and watched Alyssa drive. His dick was growing hard with her little, plump ass on him. She reached over and cranked the radio and began wiggling back and forth in excitement.

“I like this. I kind of want a truck now.”

“Baby, you can drive my truck anytime you want,” he said with a flirtatious tone, thrusting his hips up. John squeezed her hips and didn’t remove his hands, only slid them lower to her where her shorts cut off and curved his fingers under, gently rubbing her skin.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Payback is a bitch,” he said, and leaned up to kiss her neck. John’s fingers slid close to her now wet sex and she involuntary widened her legs. His other hand held her stomach, holding her in place.

“Johnny,” she said huskily. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“That’s not what you said a few weeks ago when I was driving,” he reminded her.

Alyssa groaned, her head lulling back. “You play dirty,” she said.

“You have on such tiny shorts … Do you know how easy it would be for me to slip my fingers in you right now?” he whispered against her neck, his fingers grazing her wetness. Luckily, they were pulling up to the party otherwise he would take Alyssa just like this.

“Too bad we’re here,” she said.

Driving into the open field, trucks were parked all around. A giant bonfire was center stage about fifty feet away, and just about every young adult in South Fork was here walking around with beer or sitting on tailgates. John slipped his finger under her panties and she moaned so low he knew she was trying to hide it.

“I can’t find a parking spot,” she whispered. “How the hell do I back this thing in?”

“I found one, I can back it in for you,” he joked as his finger pushed inside. She clenched her thighs, squeezing his finger. “It would be a tight squeeze, but I could make it work.” Alyssa laughed. “Sugar, you’re making this too easy for me. You’re saying all the right things.”

“I can’t help it,” she laughed. “Oh, right there!” she yelled.

“Yeah? You like that?” he said, pushing in and out of her. His dick was straining under her ass, probably aching the worst it ever has.

“Not you, John. A parking spot.”

“Aghhh,” he laughed. His head fell back against the head rest.