her, held her close in the darkness, feeling her
heart beat against mine.
CHAPTER 5
Violet
I just had the most
blindingly, earth-shatteringly intense orgasm. In the cab of a pickup
truck with a complete stranger. It left a woman wondering What. The.
Fuck.
Because the way he held
me? The way he looked at me, reverent like he worshipped every inch
of me? Only reverent wasn’t exactly right because his eyes were so
heated, so carnal and wicked I knew he wanted to do much more than
simply admire. He wanted to do all sorts of things to me and oh did I
want that, too. I wanted it so badly it made my teeth ache. Even as
the final ebbs and tides of the orgasm to end all orgasms throbbed
throughout my body, I could still feel the heat. The mere size of
him, his powerful arms encircling me, making me feel like nothing bad
would ever happen to me again in life. He had me. He’d protect me,
cherish and treasure me.
But that was insane,
all of this was.
“That was…um…”
I brought a hand to his chest. Double-edged sword, that. I’d meant
to push away, but now I could feel his heart beating, how fast it
pounded, how aroused he’d become bringing me pleasure. That was a
pretty great trait in a man. It made me think of some of the L.A.
boys I’d been with, the way I’d catch them watching themselves in
the mirror while they were supposedly making love to me. Hard to make
love to someone else when what you loved most was your own image.
“Are you all right?”
he murmured into my ear in the darkness of his truck. So solicitous
to my needs. I had a long, long list of needs I’d like to share
with him. But somehow I felt like I wouldn’t even have to, he’d
discover them, draw them out, fulfilling needs even I didn’t know I
had.
But, wait, what was
happening? Was I sitting there mostly naked in the lap of a stranger
pulled over on the side of a woodland road in the middle of nowhere?
“Where are we?” I
asked, finally managing to push away from him. It felt like leaving
the hearth of a roaring fire to head into the barren cold. But that
was melodramatic, and I didn’t do melodrama. I did what needed to
be done. I found my panties.
Torn clean in half. I
held up the scrap of lace that used to be my underwear.
“I should say I’m
sorry about that.” He spoke in such a deep, rumbling voice, just
the sound of it made me breathless. “But I’m not sorry.” I had
to close my eyes for a second. He wasn’t sorry that he’d been so
wild he’d ripped my panties right off of me, torn them in two in
his demanding need to get to me. It nearly made me swoon. But I’d
done enough swooning for one night. Now, I needed to get on my jeans.
Finding them by my
feet, I turned them right side out, blushing at the evidence of my
own eagerness. I must have set a record for getting out of those
jeans. They were tight, too, and I didn’t exactly have a lot of
room in the cab of this truck. But motivation could work wonders. It
took about three times as long to work myself back into them. I
wasn’t as excited about this flip side.
He watched me, then
handed me my shirt. Such a gentleman. Only he wasn’t a gentleman.
What we’d done didn’t make itself into any etiquette book
anywhere. It didn’t make its way into any Fame! location scouting
handbooks, either.
Damn it. I shouldn’t
have done that with him, let him touch me like that. I was supposed
to spend at least the next few weeks in this town checking out the
setting, making inroads with local power brokers, scouting for talent
and possibly paving the way to film a show there. And now I’d let
the local hottie finger-fuck me in his truck. Holy hell. Word would
probably be all around town by tomorrow morning. So much for
maintaining a relatively low-profile while I cased out the situation.
I might as well hang a neon sign around my neck “Slutty L.A.
Chick.” She’ll let any mountain man she meets at a bar get her
off!
“I should go.” I
put my hand on the
heart beat against mine.
CHAPTER 5
Violet
I just had the most
blindingly, earth-shatteringly intense orgasm. In the cab of a pickup
truck with a complete stranger. It left a woman wondering What. The.
Fuck.
Because the way he held
me? The way he looked at me, reverent like he worshipped every inch
of me? Only reverent wasn’t exactly right because his eyes were so
heated, so carnal and wicked I knew he wanted to do much more than
simply admire. He wanted to do all sorts of things to me and oh did I
want that, too. I wanted it so badly it made my teeth ache. Even as
the final ebbs and tides of the orgasm to end all orgasms throbbed
throughout my body, I could still feel the heat. The mere size of
him, his powerful arms encircling me, making me feel like nothing bad
would ever happen to me again in life. He had me. He’d protect me,
cherish and treasure me.
But that was insane,
all of this was.
“That was…um…”
I brought a hand to his chest. Double-edged sword, that. I’d meant
to push away, but now I could feel his heart beating, how fast it
pounded, how aroused he’d become bringing me pleasure. That was a
pretty great trait in a man. It made me think of some of the L.A.
boys I’d been with, the way I’d catch them watching themselves in
the mirror while they were supposedly making love to me. Hard to make
love to someone else when what you loved most was your own image.
“Are you all right?”
he murmured into my ear in the darkness of his truck. So solicitous
to my needs. I had a long, long list of needs I’d like to share
with him. But somehow I felt like I wouldn’t even have to, he’d
discover them, draw them out, fulfilling needs even I didn’t know I
had.
But, wait, what was
happening? Was I sitting there mostly naked in the lap of a stranger
pulled over on the side of a woodland road in the middle of nowhere?
“Where are we?” I
asked, finally managing to push away from him. It felt like leaving
the hearth of a roaring fire to head into the barren cold. But that
was melodramatic, and I didn’t do melodrama. I did what needed to
be done. I found my panties.
Torn clean in half. I
held up the scrap of lace that used to be my underwear.
“I should say I’m
sorry about that.” He spoke in such a deep, rumbling voice, just
the sound of it made me breathless. “But I’m not sorry.” I had
to close my eyes for a second. He wasn’t sorry that he’d been so
wild he’d ripped my panties right off of me, torn them in two in
his demanding need to get to me. It nearly made me swoon. But I’d
done enough swooning for one night. Now, I needed to get on my jeans.
Finding them by my
feet, I turned them right side out, blushing at the evidence of my
own eagerness. I must have set a record for getting out of those
jeans. They were tight, too, and I didn’t exactly have a lot of
room in the cab of this truck. But motivation could work wonders. It
took about three times as long to work myself back into them. I
wasn’t as excited about this flip side.
He watched me, then
handed me my shirt. Such a gentleman. Only he wasn’t a gentleman.
What we’d done didn’t make itself into any etiquette book
anywhere. It didn’t make its way into any Fame! location scouting
handbooks, either.
Damn it. I shouldn’t
have done that with him, let him touch me like that. I was supposed
to spend at least the next few weeks in this town checking out the
setting, making inroads with local power brokers, scouting for talent
and possibly paving the way to film a show there. And now I’d let
the local hottie finger-fuck me in his truck. Holy hell. Word would
probably be all around town by tomorrow morning. So much for
maintaining a relatively low-profile while I cased out the situation.
I might as well hang a neon sign around my neck “Slutty L.A.
Chick.” She’ll let any mountain man she meets at a bar get her
off!
“I should go.” I
put my hand on the
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