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brYNN ROSE

We step out into the night air and the door closes softly behind us.

The cool breeze is a sharp contrast to the heat still burning through my veins.

Geoffrey laces his fingers through mine and my heart thuds in my chest. I’ve wanted this man all my life and even still, I never imagined it’d feel like this.

We make it a few feet down the road before I plant my mouth on his all over again. He makes a surprised sound against my lips before his arms come around me. He pulls me flush against his body. This kiss is desperate. It’s like we're both done pretending this isn't exactly where we want to be.

"Brynn," he breathes against my mouth and his hands sliding down to grip my hips. "We're in the parking lot."

"I don't care," I whisper back, and I mean it. For once in my life, I don't care who might see or what anyone might think. All I care about is the way he feels pressed against me, solid, warm, and real.

"My truck," he says, his voice rough with want. "It's right there."

I follow his gaze to the white pickup parked under the shadow of an old oak tree. We practically run towards it. Geoffrey opens the passenger door. But instead of helping me in, he backs me up against the side of the cab. His hands brace on either side of my head.

"Tell me to stop," he says, his forehead resting against mine. "Tell me this is crazy and we should go slow."

"It is crazy. But don’t you dare stop."

That's all the permission he needs. His mouth crashes into mine again. He kisses me like he's been starving for it. It’s like he's been thinking about this moment for as long as I have and the thought makes me ache for him.

When his lips trail down my neck, I let my head fall back against the truck. My breath comes in short gasps. The combination of his mouth and the cool night air on my heated skin is intoxicating.

"Get in the truck," he murmurs against my throat.

I slide into the passenger seat. He's right behind me. When he pulls the door shut, he plunges us into intimate darkness. The cab of his truck smells like leather and his cologne. It feels like I’ve been transported to another world I never want to leave.

"Come here," he says, reaching for me.

I don't hesitate. I climb over the center console and into his lap, straddling him in the driver's seat. His hands immediately find my waist, steadying me. When I look down at him in the dim light filtering through the windshield, the expression on his face takes my breath away.

His mouth becomes urgent, hungrier, as he works his way back up to capture my lips again.

The kiss is deep and consuming, stealing my breath and replacing it with pure need.

When his hand slides beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm warm against my bare skin, I arch into his touch with a soft moan that seems to echo in the confined space of the truck cab.

My fingers thread through his hair. He cups my face in his hands. His mouth blazes a trail down my throat. I arch into him, gasping as his lips brush that sensitive spot where my pulse hammers against my skin. Geoffrey's firm length springs up beneath me, rock hard. I feel myself melting into him.

His hands slide down my sides with a patience that's both tender and torturous.

He wants to worship every inch of me before claiming what we both know is already his.

His mouth trails lower, and when he places a gentle bite where my neck meets my shoulder, I cry out softly.

The sound seems to unleash something in him, because suddenly his hands are everywhere.

They slide up my ribs and his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks through lace.

It makes me squirm with need. Then he slips a finger back inside of me.

Every touch leaves me trembling and desperate for more of him.

"Geoffrey," I breathe his name like a prayer, and the sound seems to break whatever restraint he's been clinging to.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against my ear, his breath hot and making me shiver.

"You," I gasp, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "All of you. I've wanted you for so long."

The confession tumbles out before I can stop it. It’s raw, honest, and everything I've kept locked away for far too long. Geoffrey pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper. It looks like love.

"I’m going to take you home," he says simply, and the words send electricity straight through my core.

I climb off his lap and slide back into the passenger seat.

But my fingers make quick work of unzipping his pants.

His tip is glistening and he’s throbbing with anticipation when I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

His muscles clench and he lets out a groan.

I make the five minute drive down a gravel road across the ranch with his dick in my mouth.

We arrive at Geoffrey’s tiny cottage on the backside of the ranch and burst through the front door. What follows is a tangle of desperate hands and whispered endearments. Our clothes disappear with an urgency that speaks to years of suppressed longing.

When Geoffrey's fingers trace patterns on my bare skin, I feel like I might combust from the inside out. He takes his time exploring me. His touch is both gentle and possessive. It’s like he's mapping territory that's always belonged to him.

Every caress builds the fire higher until I'm trembling beneath him. I’m desperate for more friction, more pressure… more of everything he's willing to give.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for, only knowing I need him closer, deeper, filling the ache that's been living inside me since I was seventeen.

When he finally presses inside of me, the sensation steals my breath. He fills me completely in a single thrust. My walls stretch around his girth. Every nerve ending I have sings as he begins to move inside of me.

I rock up to meet him. The rhythm we find is slow at first, savoring, but it builds into something more primal as the tension coils tighter between us. I lose myself in the feeling of him and in the way he whispers my name like it's sacred.

He trails kisses down my throat. He licks and suckles at the spots that make me gasp and arch beneath him.

I lose myself completely in the sensation.

His mouth is magic as he hammers into me.

Geoffrey draws sounds from me I didn't know I could make.

The fire ignited inside me that threatens to consume everything in its path.

He keeps me there. Claiming me. Making me his over and over again until I think I might shatter from the intensity. Then my body racks with tremors. Everything around us fades into nothingness.

"Let go," Geoffrey murmurs against my throat, his voice strained with his own need. "I've got you."

And I do.

Geoffrey thrusts and pushes me into a tidal wave of release.

My body shudders and I let go of fifteen years of careful control.

I let go of every reason I've ever had for keeping him at arm's length.

White hot bliss whips through my body and my voice breaking the silence of the night as pleasure overwhelms every sense.Geoffrey follows me over the edge.

My name falls from his lips as he buries his face in my neck and shoots hot streams into me.

For long moments afterward, we stay tangled together, hearts hammering, skin damp with exertion and satisfaction.

"Damn," he breathes eventually, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

"Yeah," I agree, still trying to catch my breath. "Damn."

When I finally meet his eyes, the tenderness there takes my breath away all over again. This wasn't just sex. This was everything I never knew I was missing, everything I was too scared to reach for.

I lay in his arms until the sun comes up. And now that I've had a taste, I never want to let it go.