Page 83 of Pucking Strong (Jacksonville Rays #4)

I sit up in my seat, looking around. “Babe, driving on the dunes is all kinds of illegal.”

The car takes a sharp turn around a row of low palm trees, and then we’re in a small, six-car parking lot, all but tucked away from the main road. Ours is the only car here. The Porsche’s headlights gleam on a large sign at the end of the lot that clearly states there’s no parking after dark.

“Babe, we can’t park here—”

“Get out.” Henrik turns off the car, opens his door, and steps out.

I have no choice but to scramble out after him.

I stand next to the car, breathing in the crisp beach air.

It’s salty and a little sweet, with just a hint of brine.

I look up, spying all the stars overhead.

“Man, it’s beautiful out here,” I say, still looking around.

“How did you even know about this place?”

Henrik steps around the front of the car and pulls me to him, taking me with another rough kiss. I melt against him, arms going around his neck. His kisses are fevered and claiming. He nips with his teeth, all but bending me back until I’m pressed up against the side of the car.

“Hen—”

“I heard you.”

I search his face by the light of the stars, hands brushing down his chest. “Heard what?”

“In the hallway. With him. I heard what you said.”

My mind races as I think back through all the horrible things that were said. Corey was the drunk asshole, but it certainly wasn’t my finest moment either. I grimace. “Which part?”

Henrik leans in, his hips pressing against mine. “The part where he called me a clumsy Swedish asshole.”

My heart skips a beat as he lowers his hands to the top of my athletic pants. “Henrik …”

“What did you say, Teddy?”

I lick my lips, my breathing shallow as he slips a hand inside my pants, stroking my dick over my briefs. I groan, bracing him by the arms. “Oh, fuck.”

His thumb presses over my head until my precum makes a little wet spot I know he can feel through the briefs. He hums his approval. “I’m waiting.”

“I said …” My mind is reeling, too distracted by his proximity, the feel of his hands on me. I can never think when he’s touching me. “Fuck, I think I said if he talked shit about you again, I’d do worse than hit him.”

He smiles, giving my dick another teasing squeeze. “And if he touched you? What then?”

I swallow the nerves sitting high in my throat, holding his fiery gaze. Oh, this is so fucking happening. Feeling bold, I wrap my hand around his wrist, keeping his hand in my pants. “I told him I’d run him over in your car and let you fuck me on the hood.”

His gaze is equal parts proud and triumphant. I feel awash in the glow of his approval. “He called you my boyfriend.”

I fight a growl, my grip on his wrist tightening. “We’re not boys, and you’re not my friend. You are mine , Henrik. Flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. I mean to pass through this life as your other half.”

He nods, his smile tender and beautiful as a fucking sunrise. “Two halves made whole.”

I sigh, my forehead dropping to the middle of his chest.

“What do you need?” His free hand strokes my shoulder as his thumb circles the tip of my dick again, making me twitch. “Say it.”

Leaning away, I hold his gaze, hoping he can see how desperate I am, how needy for him. “Make us whole? Right here. God, baby, this time I’m the one begging for it.” I work both hands up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against my palms.

His smile falls, and my hands stop their caressing. “You knew he was there tonight. You knew he was watching you.”

My heart stops and the words to an apology are on the tip of my tongue.

It takes everything in me to swallow them back.

The old Teddy would have fallen over himself to smooth it over, make it right.

Even in the car, I was ready to apologize.

But in Henrik’s arms, I am remade. He makes me feel confident and in control.

With him, I am my truest self. With him, I trust myself.

No compromises, no making myself smaller.

Squaring my shoulders, I hold his gaze. “I won’t apologize, because I’ve done nothing wrong.

His shitty, drunken behavior is his own problem.

And I told you he means less than nothing to me.

” I cup Henrik’s face, desperate for him to see me in that way only he can.

“I would never risk what we have. Not ever. Do you believe me?”

His gaze is molten as he tips his chin, kissing my palm. “I believe you, mitt hj?rta. There is only me for you.”

At his endearment, I groan with relief, sinking against him. “God, baby, yes .” I cling to him with both hands, seeking a kiss. He obliges, his lips warm and inviting. I feel fevered, like I’m suddenly crawling out of my own skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to touch me everywhere he tried to touch me. Burn his memory from my skin—”

He swallows my plea with another heady kiss. Mouths open, we devour. Gone is all finesse. Like twin fires, we burn. His hands are everywhere, touching every part of me. Our kisses turn into mutual panting as we fight to get closer, pulling at our clothes.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “My Teddy, my pure heart.”

“Yes,” I chant, jerking my athletic pants down.

“Yours.” I don’t care that my bare ass is pressed against the side of his Porsche.

I just need my dick out. The cool air is a relief against the fire in my blood.

I’m gasping, fisting his hair tight, shoving him to his knees. “Suck me. Suck my dick. Baby, please.”

My man goes so willingly. He drops to the gravel with a hungry groan and grabs me by the hips, sucking my hard length to the back of his throat.

“Fuck!” I tip my head back, lost to the sensation of him pleasuring me.

His mouth is so warm and wet, his beard bristling against my sensitive skin.

I weave my fingers into his thick hair, gripping tight.

He likes a little roughness, likes when I guide and pull.

When I start to rock with my hips, fucking his face in earnest, I’m rewarded with the most perfect humming moan that vibrates down my shaft and licks like fire up into my chest.

Oh god, I’m gonna come.

The stars blink overhead. Just beyond the dune, the ocean laps at the sand.

Too many cadences at once—my racing heart, the lull of the waves, Henrik sucking and bobbing on my dick like he’s trying to win a goddamn medal.

He reaches a hand between my legs, his fingers brushing along my taint, and I buck into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

I feel like a desperate teen about to get caught.

I mean, we are out in the open, exposed to the wilds.

My god, I think there are pumas in this part of Florida.

And another car could come along at any moment.

I hear them rushing past out on the highway.

I see the flicker of their headlights through the fronds of the shrubby palms.

We should stop. We have a perfectly good bed at home where there’s no risk of getting caught—

Henrik pops off my cock and stands, panting for breath. Grabbing my arm, he tugs me over to the front of the Porsche. “Turn around,” he growls. “Hands on the hood.”

Gazing up at him like he’s the answer to every unsolved problem of the universe, I smile. “Make me.”

He blinks twice, translating both the words and my intention.

Then he lunges. An excited laugh bursts out of me as he grabs me around the middle and turns me to face the car, shoving my shoulders down.

I’m practically preening as my husband bends me over the hood of his sexy sports car, my hands splayed against the sleek blue paint.

I’m so full of my own gloating, I don’t even register the first slap. A surprise gasp escapes my lips as I rock forward. Then I feel the sharp, nettling sting on my ass cheek. Eyes wide, I glance over my shoulder.

My husband looks just as surprised. Slowly, he shakes his head. “Teddy, I—”

“Oh fuck, baby, do it again.”

His eyes flash, his split second of panic replaced once more with need. Groaning low in his throat, he slaps my ass again. Hard. It stings like a motherfucker, even as it makes my cock twitch and drip. I can’t help but grab it, giving it a stroke. God, it’s still wet from his mouth.

“Don’t come until I say,” he commands. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

Whimpering, I rock into Henrik’s touch as he massages my ass cheeks, giving each a firm caress. “Baby, please, I want you inside me. Fuck me. Want your cock— ah —” I choke back a laugh as he slaps me again, this time on the other cheek.

Folding himself over me, he wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is flush with his chest. “You’ll take what I give you,” he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe until I hiss.

“I’ll fill your ass with my cum when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before. Rush me, and we’ll end the night here.”

I flex my hands on the hood of his car. “Flash was wrong earlier. You’re not the ‘daddy’ type. But clearly, spanking is on the table. Which, thank fucking god.”

He raises a brow. “You really like it?”

“Getting spanked? Fuck yes. Baby, it’s so hot.

I like getting choked too, but we can work our way up to that.

When you really feel like having some fun, you can chase me.

” At the flash in his eyes, I crow inside.

“Oh yeah, look at you. I bet you’re dripping at that, aren’t you?

” Being the brat I am, I rock back with my hips, pressing my bare ass against his crotch.

“Imagine getting to chase me, pin me down, and fuck my brains out like we’re two wild animals—”

Growling, he slams forward with his hips, rubbing his hard cock against my ass cheek as he pushes down on my shoulders. “Stop trying to distract me. You don’t want me to fuck you on the hood this car?”