Page 25 of Wild and Unruly (Three Rivers Trevors Ranch #3)

We don’t say anything to anyone, don’t call out goodbyes, or tell anyone where we’re heading.

I weave our bodies through the throngs of people, impatience begging me to open my mouth and yell that I need to get through so I can do some very naughty things to this very nice man holding my hand, but I manage to refrain.

We push through the door and Stetson takes the lead, pulling me toward his truck that’s too far away for the urgency I feel right now. That was probably a good thing considering what I have going through my mind right now.

Finally finding the truck, he opens my door, and I frown, jumping in before turning to him. He almost leaves but I grasp his hand tighter. “Wait. ”

Stetson turns back, and under the brim of his hat, I can see the way his eyes are heated, ready to devour every inch of me.

I wave my hand at his face. “Hold on to this because I don’t want it to go anywhere.”

He frowns, stepping back into the doorway of the truck and looking me over. The poor man is hanging by the edge of his seat with need. I can see it all over his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t wait,” I admit, my chest rising with rapid breathing. My leg grazes over his jeans, and I lift a brow. “And neither can you.”

“What are you?—”

I look to the back seat of his truck. It’s not big, not even close, but it could be big enough.

“Really?” His question holds a bit of uncertainty. “It’ll be tight.”

I lift my brow and smile. “Ah, just how you like it.”

“That’s it.” He pounces.

His mouth crashes into mine, and I open my knees, letting his body settle right between my legs, my boots doing their best to bring him closer to me.

His tongue works against mine, and the heat rising between us continues until I’m about ready to combust.

“Stetson, Stetson, Stetson,” I say, trying to get his attention where I need it. Which is south, much more south. “I need you.”

“Fuck, I need you too, Bo.” He pulls me out of the truck, pulling a squeal out of me. In one arm, he holds me to him while I gawk at the man, and the other reaches forward, pulling the mechanism that launches the front seat forward to get into the back.

“You’re so handy.” I press a kiss to his mouth before I crawl into the truck, launching into the back seat .

“Just one of the many perks of being my girl,” he comments, crawling in behind me and latching the truck door shut.

I turn and lay on my back, wishing I’d worn a skirt or something, but instead, I work to kick off my boots. Stetson reaches down, taking off one of my boots, then the other, before he leans over to unbutton my jeans and drag them down over my hips.

“What are some other perks to being your girl?” I ask with a teasing smile. Stetson lifts a brow at me and smirks.

“Oh honey, I’m about to show you all of them.

” He glances through the window of the truck, probably making sure the coast is clear before he lays himself down over me.

I’m down to my panties, my bare legs open for him, and I wrap them around his denim-covered hips.

“But we’re gonna have to make quick work of it. ”

I want to say more, say something sarcastic or witty or funny, but his hand finds my center, and I just…can’t. I grip his shoulders with my hands, holding him while his hand works over me, my core on fire with need. “Stetson.”

“Go ahead and call my name as loud as you want, Bo.” He leans down, brushing a kiss over my lips. “Better to practice what you’ll be doing for the rest of your life.”

I smile at the comment, my hands gripping his shoulder when his thumb grazes over my clit. “Stetson Cash.” I pull his mouth down to mine, not kissing but holding just a breath away. “If you don’t fuck me in the next two minutes, I’m doing it myself.”

His eyes turn molten in the dark light, and I grin when he moves. I hear more than see his belt getting unbuckled and the zipper of his pants. I hear a crinkle of paper, and then he’s laying back over me again. “No need for that, darlin’. I’m going to take care of you. ”

“You better.” My words end on a whoosh of air, the feeling of him inside of me intense as he moves. It feels so good yet so…much.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moves, reaching an arm under my back to prop my hips up. I’m not even sure how he’s doing it, but he’s doing it well. I move my hips against his, and he hisses out a breath. “We need to be together more often.”

“Agree.” I nod, gasping again at the angle. “Hard agree.”

He leans down, his lips descending on mine, and I moan into his mouth, amazed at the fact his hat is somehow still on his head. It’s very cowboy of him and makes him ten times more attractive to me in that moment.

“Good to know,” he says, making my eyes slam shut and a heavy sigh release from my lungs.

“Shit.”

“I love when you say things you don’t mean to say.”

I shake my head with a smile on my lips. “I’m glad you love it.”

He moves us again and leans back, reaching under my hips and lifting them higher until the pressure is just right. I gasp at the feeling and brace a hand against the driver’s seat, worried that in our ecstasy, I’m going to fall right off this bench.

His grip on me tightens, “I’ve got you, Bo.”

I let myself relax, and he moves faster, pulling my entire body into his at a rate that would quite possibly throw my back out if I were him.

Not the thought to be thinking right now, Bonnie.

“Fuck,” he pants, keeping up his movements. His right hand slides forward, his thumb putting just enough pressure on me to make me finally combust.

I moan, gasping and panting and gripping him tightly with my legs. A few seconds more and Stetson ceases his movements, leaning forward to kiss me again with a passion that rivals all other kisses.

I’m delirious.

I kiss him back. My arms, that are now made of jelly just like my legs, still cling to him, holding him to me even as I sweat from our combined heat. We kiss and kiss until he pulls back, looking down at me with sweet eyes and a kind smile.

“Well, we know the back seat works,” I say, lifting a teasing brow at him.

He laughs and presses another kiss to my lips. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I lay there for a moment, taking him in, taking us in, and smile, realizing that, really, we are kind of perfect together.