Page 25 of Buck (Diver Downeast #2)

Bobbie didn’t know what had gotten into her.

Uh, wait. Yes she did.

Buck.

She’d never been this bold in her life, but she felt like she knew him. She did know him. And her libido wasn’t taking no for an answer.

She giggled to herself as Buck drove. Hopefully the gum would take care of the onion breath he sported. If it didn’t? Screw it. She was going to kiss the begeezus out of him anyway, and she damned well hoped he would be reciprocating.

In planning mode, Bobbie slowly and carefully reached for the old quilt that Buck had put on the back seat, and moved it to the floor.

Gently, she placed one snoozing pup then the other on the soft nest of material, and sighed in relief when they snuggled in.

The pair, cute as a button and clearly exhausted from their momentous day, immediately cuddled together, and fell even deeper into slumber.

Sweet.

That made plenty of room in the front seat for…

Whatever gymnastics might occur.

Bobbie licked her lips.

Would kissing start out slowly and easily between her and Buck, or would they jump right into devouring each other like starving animals? Once they’d reached their destination, should she cuddle up to his side or straddle him where he sat in the driver’s seat?

Questions, questions .

Seriously though? There could be no wrong answer.

“Cut it out, Bobbie,” Buck rasped over at her.

“Cut what out?” she asked, blinking back into real-life from where her head had been meandering; a place where Buck starred in her fantasies.

“Licking your lips and squirming around in your seat,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, and we’re still five minutes out from where I want to park.”

Bobbie swiped her tongue out provocatively, on purpose this time, and grinned at him. “You having a problem, Buck?”

She gazed pointedly down at his lap, and saw him sporting something fine, fierce, and insistent behind his zipper.

“Vixen,” he growled, placing his hand over his tumescence to adjust it, making her nipples harden in response.

Oh, yeah. She remembered this well. Buck’s eagerness. Her response. And even thought they’d never acted on it, all the signs had been…prominent.

It had never taken much, fifteen years ago, to get either of them excited, and it looked like time had been kind to them both in that regard. Buck was obviously primed and ready to go, as was she.

The only thing different about the present?

Back in high school, as much as they’d wanted to “do stuff”, they’d been extremely responsible kids, and Bobbie had only just turned seventeen.

She wasn’t of legal age, so they’d reluctantly decided to wait until they were both settled in college before cementing their bond.

Right. That had worked out for them. Not.

Now, there was nothing stopping them from exploring each other’s bodies in every way, and her nether regions dampened at the thought.

Riding Buck’s cock.

Imagine that.

Bobbie felt a little faint, figuring that it might finally happen.

Not today, of course, which sucked. There just wasn’t enough time to make up for fifteen years of being apart, and she had to get back to work soon.

But some amount of making out—the minute this flipping van stopped—would go a long way toward relieving the anticipation that was growing exponentially, down below.

Still… How would it feel to have Buck thrusting into her warmth?

She stifled a moan at the thought.

Bobbie wasn’t a virgin any more, having given up that particular cherry to a guy from Portland she’d dated for a few months, several years back.

Had she wished it had been Buck who’d been her first?

Of course. Even when she’d hated him, believing he’d betrayed her in such a horrible fashion, she’d still missed the hell out of him and ached for the way he’d made her feel so beautiful and desirable.

She’d had one additional partner who’d been… meh .

So there was a sex-question she hoped Buck would be able to put to rest.

Coupling with those two guys, as she’d briefly done, hadn’t done it for her.

Understatement .

She’d wondered at the time if her lack of enthusiasm was because there was something wrong with her libido, or if it had been her “bang-it-out” partners who had made the experiences so ho-hum?

With how she felt at the moment, just thinking about Buck’s kisses alone, she, duh , had the thought that there was probably nothing amiss with her lady parts. Nope. It had to have been clueless-partner-number-one, and rabbit-speed-number-two who’d been at fault. It just had to have been.

Bobbie couldn’t wait to affirm those tenets. Because as she sat here next to Buck, every erogenous zone she owned was ramped up and raring to go.

She should have figured it would be like this.

She and Buck had always shared an intense connection.

Even though they’d never fucked, they hadn’t been shy as youngsters.

Hell, no. They’d talked about a future sex life, and what it would entail.

Fantasies were spun and shared, and her reaction to those whispered desires had been very, very normal.

Bobbie just knew that once she and Buck finally “did the deed”, her disappointing memories of sex would vanish completely.

In the past dozen years, before Buck’s return, she’d convinced herself that sex must be overrated. With her two previous lovers she’d felt mildly okay with the act, put up with it, then finished herself to orgasm after they were out-like-a-light and snoring. But with Buck…

Just thinking of him had her clit throbbing with anticipation.

She glanced over at his lap again, and…

Glory be.

Screw it .

She removed her seatbelt and turned to face him.

“B…Bobbie?” Buck questioned with a skip in his voice, glancing from the road, down to her hand where it was slowly advancing toward his cock.

“Pay no attention to me,” she purred, reaching over and popping the button on his jeans. “I’m just taking this opportunity to get acquainted.”

Buck hissed out a breath and sucked in his already flat stomach as she lowered his zipper, uncovering a love trail she’d always imagined, as well as… The bare skin of his lower abdomen?

“Where’d your boxers go?” she asked throatily, soaking up the view as anticipatory saliva filled her mouth. She’d expected damp material over his cock, and had been ready to peel it back slowly and gently.

“I, um, shucked out of them in the bathroom at the vet. They were uncomfortable, so…”

“Mmm. No arguments here. It makes my job that much easier.” Bobbie wasn’t sad that there were no extra layers to fight through.

His zipper bottomed out, and his cock sprang free.

Gorgeous.

She reached forward and took him in her hand. His flesh was still cold from being submerged. Hers was warm.

Buck moaned and involuntarily thrust into her palm.

Wow. He was bigger than she’d thought, having glimpsed his hard-on through the material of his jeans, years ago.

Was that because her other partners had been less-than-impressively-endowed, or had Buck hit a growth spurt after they’d parted?

Was that even a thing? She’d have to look it up.

He twitched in her hand.

“Are you just going to stare at it, or…” Buck’s voice rumbled up from his gut.

“Or what?” she asked, gazing up at him, letting her lust show as she stuck out her tongue, bent over, and gave his swollen head a lick.

“Or that,” he cried, not even attempting to keep his cool.

Bobbie loved that he wasn’t holding back. She rewarded him by leaning in again and encompassing the tip of him in her mouth this time, hooking her lips around the rim of his mushroom cap and applying pressure as she sucked.

“Oh. Damn, Bobbie.”

Yeah. Some of the prime fantasies he’d always talked about were blowjobs, and she preened a bit now over technique, which—if she did say so herself—wasn’t bad. Or maybe the excitement level was more about the affinity between them.

Bobbie was in heaven.

Down here, there was no onion smell that had laughingly derailed her first attempt at getting her mouth on him, and the pure, familiar masculine scent of him had memories flooding back…

Them on the beach, under the moon, cuddling and breathing each other in. Huddling together under blankets at high school football games, their hands clasped beneath the coverings. Sitting in his car, talking dirty about what actual penetration would feel like.

Damn. They’d missed so much.

Bobbie felt the car stop, and Buck’s strong hands went under her armpits, and he lifted her up and away.

“No,” she complained with a pout after she popped off his cock.

“Yes,” Buck stated, in a deep voice that pinged every nerve ending in her weeping pussy. The man’s husky tone was lethal as hell, and should be bottled as an aphrodisiac. “I’m not going to come in your mouth in my mom-van after fifteen years of dreaming about fucking you, Bobbie.”

She stared into his eyes, which were coming closer and closer as he slowly and purposely drew her forward.

“We’re going to fuck?” she responded, enraptured by his laser focus.

“Not now,” he grumbled. “I know you have to get back to work. But soon, Bobbie. I promise. What are you doing tomorrow after we see the chief?” His mouth was so close she could feel his breath on her lips, and this time it smelled of cinnamon gum.

Yes.

Bobbie was amazed that Buck could make words happen and carry on a conversation right now. Her own brain was currently derailed by the cock that bobbed in front of her, and the lust on Buck’s face.

“Uh…” Well, damn .

Her work schedule finally popped into her head and she groaned. “I have that alumni thing I mentioned. There’s a catered party tomorrow night to kick things off.”

“Saturday? Sunday?” he asked, undeterred.

“Both days are packed,” she told him regretfully.

“Monday, then.” His face fell as he said it. “Shit. That’s when you sail to your job in Canada.”

“I’ll be back on Wednesday, though,” she told him, regretful over the long wait. “How about we make a date for next Wednesday night?”