The Distraction

Untitled Part 7

Walking through the French doors of Autumn's house into the backyard thenext morning, I roll my shoulders back and fuss with my shirt. I run a handthrough my hair and contemplate getting get a trim. Everything has grownout a bit since life came crashing to a halt with my dad's diagnosis. Thingslike shaving and haircuts seemed... unimportant. Eventually, I'll need toshape up.I might keep the beard, though. I kind of like it. I sure as fuck liked itwhen Hannah touched it the night we kissed behind her house.I should be exhausted, seeing as my seven a.m. meetings came afterstaying up too late talking to Hannah. Then I sat in the car for two hoursdriving back to Springbrook Hills. But everything is humming inside of me.It's that feeling when you need to take a deep breath, but the air can't getdeep enough. Where you want to see someone so badly that your body feelselectric. Excitement and anticipation course through my veins so fervently, Ilook down at my forearm to see if it's visible. That's how Hannah makes mefeel, regardless of if I want to acknowledge it or not.This might be a bad idea. Fuck, it probably is a bad idea, but Autumn,Steve, and the kids are still away for the weekend at Hershey, so it's theperfect time to cash in on my date with Hannah. She's going to pull thewhole boss' brother card, I know it. And this is an easy way to test the waterswithout scaring her too much, considering there will be no reminders aroundof who I am to her.Walking up to her house with its friendly blue door, I can hear music.Again. Louder this time and I'm pretty sure the sound isn't coming frominside.Still, my knuckles meet the door, knocking loudly. Nothing. Rather thantrying again, I head around back to where the music is coming from. It'ssome kind of new hip-hop song that I've heard on the radio, except it's a clipthat loops.When it comes into full view, I stop in my tracks, enamored by what Isee. Hannah's standing on the bricks with her back to me, white sneakers onher feet that lead to long tanned legs encased in skin-tight bike shorts that hither mid-thigh in an aqua color I know matches her eyes perfectly. Nextcomes more curves and her tanned stomach topped with a matching sportsbra. Her long hair is half up in a mess on top of her hair, with the restreaching her mid-back and cascading over her shoulders.But the real show stopper is what the body is doing.I watch for about 30 seconds before I realize she is doing some kind ofdance, one that loops the same steps in time with the looping of the music.A dance that begins with her running her hands down her body and endsin her bending over completely and shaking her perfect, generous ass in away I've only seen on TV. Her phone is propped on the fire pit, streamingwhat I see now is a video showing the moves on repeat.The third time she bends over and shakes, I'm more prepared to give itmy whole focus. This time, an uncontrollable, audible groan escapes my lipsbecause Jesus Christ, this woman is a fucking dream.Unfortunately, this scares her, making her tumble onto the ground with ashriek."Jesus, I'm sorry." Scrambling, I come to her side to help her."Hunter! You scared the shit out of me!" Slapping my shoulder, she triesto steady her breathing. It makes her chest, which is unfortunately right in myface at the moment, rise deliciously, putting my whole body on high alert."I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She fell pretty hard. Taking her hand inmine, I raise her until she's standing right in front of me, with very little roomin between us. Instead of stepping back, I wrap an arm around her bare waist,bringing her closer."I guess. My ass took most of the fall, and I've got the padding for it."Blushing, it's clear that she didn't mean to say that last part out loud.My free hand trails down, rubbing where she hit the ground. "Doesrubbing it help?" She breathes deep, brushing her breasts against my chest."What are you doing here, Hunter? I thought you were in the city? Andwhy are you always sneaking up on me?" She sounds equal parts confused,annoyed, and intrigued."I was in the city. My meeting ended, and I came back. With Autumnaway, I figured now was as good a time as any to cash in on my date. And Ican't help it if you always have your music so loud you can't hear mecoming."Her expressive face reveals everything when I look at her. First, theannoyance takes dominance, ready to fight me. Then her face clouds,confusion winning for a second before clearing into pure intrigue and maybeeven excitement as if she just remembered that she agreed to a date at all. Shewraps an arm around my neck and begins playing with my longer hair.Maybe I won't be cutting it any time soon after all. "Oh, yeah.""Are you free?""Free for what?" She's dazed, her eyes glazed over and flitting from myeyes to my lips and then back again. Her fingers continue to twirl in the hairat the nape of my neck, and the gesture sends warmth down my spine."A date, baby. Do you have any plans?""Plans?" God, this girl is cute."Yeah, babe. Can I take you out today? Or do you have something todo?""Oh. No. I'm free. Wide-open. Not a thing on my schedule." She'srambling and it's hard not to find it adorable."Good, so you're mine for the day.""All yours." Something about her being all mine sounds so fucking rightthat I can't help but press my lips to hers gently, basking in having her backin my arms, in tasting her sweet, cherry vanilla taste. As soon as I do, her lipspart, giving me full rein as her fingers clench in my hair.I pull her ass in, pressing her as close to my already hardening cock as Ican, knowing she can feel it through her thin clothes. This is confirmed whenshe gasps into my mouth and I slide my tongue in hers, letting it tangle withhers. Why does this happen every time? I can't seem to keep it chaste withher, the hunger and need burning through me the second she's close.A whimper from her has me backing off. Any other woman, I'd say fuckit, throw her over my shoulder, and bring her inside to get her out of mysystem. And, I still might do that, but we're going out first."Date, babe. Then I'll take care of you," I say against her lips beforesmacking her ass and pulling away. Not too far, though. She's dazed andseemingly woozy, making me smile yet again."Huh?""I'm taking you on a date. Get on shoes you can hike in, and maybe ajacket just in case. It looks clear but you never know.""Oh. Okay." She's still clearly dazed. Unable to resist, I pull her in onemore time, press my lips to hers hard, then release her and let her lead meinto her house.HANNAH'S SITTING NEXT to me in my truck, the old Bronco that Iworked on with my dad as a teen two summers in a row, restoring it to itsperfectly imperfect glory. The truck is technically still his. He isn't using it,so rather than get a rental, I've claimed it as my own.She threw on a faded old denim jacket, a size too big so it swallowed hera bit, but with her skin-tight outfit underneath it works, making her looksmaller, more delicate."So, what were you doing outside?" I ask, breaking the silence."Learning a dance for the girls at the Center.""I'm sorry, what?" I laugh. "That's not exactly what I'd expect kids to bedoing at summer camp." Jesus, if it is, I should talk to Autumn about whetherit's the best option for Sara and Rosie.She giggles, "It's not on the curriculum, don't worry. Rosie won't becoming home shaking her ass." The horror on my face thinking of my niecesdancing like grown women must be visible because she snorts the cutest littlelaugh."Have you ever heard of TikTok? It's a video-based social media, but alot of it is these dances kids make up and they go viral. Then people learnthem and upload their own versions.""Okay?" I encourage her to keep going, glancing over before putting myeyes back on the road."So, with the super famous ones, all the kids learn it, but they need towatch the video over and over to learn it. A lot of the girls are hesitant to talkto the adults. But also, a lot of them don't have a trusted adult in their life. Ifound that if I learn a dance, then offer to teach it to the girls, it builds trust.Next thing I know they're giggling with me and telling me about boys anddreams and fears and their home life.""God, you're incredible." The words come out without preamble orwarning. Because she really, truly is. How many adults would learn kids'dance on their day off just to earn the trust of some teenagers?"I just want to help them.""So you learn these intricate dances in your free time so you can bondwith them?""Pretty much. In all fairness, they're fun to learn, and they give me agood workout." She smiles."Hey, whatever it is, I'm here for it." My mind drifts to remembering herass moving as she bent over, quickly transferring that into a different kind ofdaydream. One that has me adjusting myself as I drive. "Let me know thenext time you're learning one, I'll watch and give you critiques.""I'm sure," she says, a smile in her voice. "So where are we going?""Hiking.""Thanks, Captain Obvious. I got that when you told me to put on hikingshoes." She'd traded her pristine white sneakers in for dark leather hikingboots. Not the kind that you wear as a fashion statement or that scream thatthey were bought and never used, either. No, dirt cakes the soles and the toesare worn down."We're going up to the water gap." I'm being intentionally vague, stillnot sure exactly why I'm doing this as our date, of all things."And what are we doing there?""Hiking.""Goodness, you're impossible," she says, rolling her eyes and huffing. Itry not to laugh at her dramatics, but I give in all the same."There's a place up there I used to go when I lived here. A waterfall. It'squiet, and this time of year when everything goes green it's gorgeous.""So, is this where you brought all the girls into high school?" I glance ather while driving, trying to read her. She's not offended in that way somewomen are when you talk about your past. Just curious."Nope. I've never brought a soul here.""No one? Like at all?" Her gaze burns as I drive, pulling into the gravelparking area. The sound of the rocks on tires is loud through the openwindows as the truck rocks on the uneven surface."Nope. You're the first. This was always my special place. I'd come hereto think a lot. In school. Then when I'd come home on breaks, I'd disappearfor hours. Plan out businesses and programs that I wanted to create." Eager toend the conversation about me, I turn to her after I put the truck in park."Ready?"We walk quietly for a bit. It's not an uncomfortable silence. It's theopposite - a silence that's so perfectly comfortable it should probably scareme."You know, when I was in high school, I had one friend I'd go hikingwith. He was the kind of kid who was always talking. We'd go hiking andfrom the second we hit the trail, his mouth would be going. Drove me crazy,but that was just him. Sometimes I go hiking and I still hear him talkingnonstop.""What happened to him?""Nothing. He still lives in town. I think he was engaged for a bit rightafter high school, but we lost touch. He runs his dad's construction companynow, from what Autumn tells me.""You should reach out, add to your long list of acquaintances." She'steasing, bumping her shoulder into mine. The act, her joking with me,making fun of me... warms me through. With my job, being the big boss, noone does this with me. Except Autumn, of course. Everyone is always ontheir toes, trying to impress me. Not Hannah."Yeah, maybe." It's not a bad idea. I could use a friend here if I'll bespending more time in Springbrook Hills. We walk in silence, leaving thetrail for a less busy one that will take her to my spot."You thought of Beaten Path out here?"I let out a puff of air. "No, not quite. Beaten Path was actually a project Idid in one of my marketing classes in college. It was the responsible, wellthought out business plan I needed to follow.""So, you daydreamed here. Anything good come out of it?""My worst idea and my biggest regret came from daydreaming here.""What was it?"I sigh, trying to decide how to explain what happened. If I even want toexplain it, dredge up the past. "I had this vision. When I was a kid and cameout here, it was usually when I was feeling down about my mom or I wasfeeling less than struggling over something internally. Things like that. I'dcome here and... it would go away. I could focus, things made sense, I couldcalm myself. I wanted to build something like that. It wasn't too far fromyour summer camp idea, but for-profit and not just for kids. For anyone whowanted a space to connect with the world and let their troubles go. Guidedactivities to assist with that, themed hikes and exercise classes, that kind ofthing.""That's amazing. What happened?""I planned it out, made the business plan, found the location. But I didn'thave the money to make it happen. I was fresh out of school, and no onewould give me a loan to jump-start it. Except... my dad." It's clear myinquisitive Hannah has a million questions but bites her tongue, letting meguide the conversation. "He took out a second mortgage that he couldn'tafford. It was my great grandfather's - have you been to it? It's about twoblocks from Autumn's.""Yeah, I've seen it. It's gorgeous. It's my dream house. Gosh, that frontporch is amazing.""My great grandfather built that porch with his two hands for my greatgrandmother. Renovated nearly every room in that house himself, He askedher to describe what she wanted, and he made it happen.""Wow.""Well, I grew up in that house. And I almost made my dad lose itcompletely." We're quiet again, deep in our thoughts. I haven't talked aboutwhat happened in 10 years. It might be catharsis, it might just be her, but asI'm talking about it, the weight I feel from it seems to lighten, a freenesstaking its place."I was cocky. Thought I knew everything. Bought a plot of land at alocation I thought would work great. Didn't read the fine print and it turnsout, it needed a bunch of permits and inspections to get the land approved forbuilding. It wasn't zoned for what we needed. But I was distracted, being abig shot, thinking I knew it all and didn't read the fine print. By the time wegot the approval, I was out of money. Six months and it was all up in smoke.My dad was working two extra jobs on top of his day job to keep up with themortgage. He eventually got caught up, but it nearly killed him."Looking over at her, I expect Hannah to have a look of disgust. Instead,she looks thoughtful. I drop my bomb, ever the glutton for punishment,almost trying to coax that feeling of disgust from her."I can't help but wonder if that's what's happening now. It's all caught upto him." Water is rushing ahead, signaling we're almost at our destination.But Hannah stops and grabs my hand, pulling me back, her beautiful faceaghast with pain. Pain for me."Hunter, no. That has nothing to do with your dad's cancer. You knowthat."I sigh, the sound coming out exhausted and full of worry even to my ears."I do, in theory. But stress like that puts a strain on your body. And aftereverything... I haven't even been able to walk into that house since. The ideaof it makes me sick. I paid him back once Beaten Path got off the ground, butit's not the same. And now he's sick and going to die before I can even provethat his belief in me wasn't off base.""Honey, your dad is so proud of you. He's told me. Every time I see him,he tells me." She looks so earnest and beautiful, the dappled sunlight comingthrough the trees and dancing on her face as she looks up at me."Of course he says that now. He's a good father. But I could see it then,his regret in believing in me.""That's just not true, Hunter. And even if you really, truly had to provesomething to him then, you would have exceeded that expectation. Youfounded an incredibly profitable national chain. In less than 10 years. That'samazing. You are amazing." I need to change the topic because I don't enjoyhow this one is messing with me."Yeah, well, that's my sad story. It's why I can't afford any kind ofdistraction, anything to get me off my paved path. What's yours? You had ashit childhood. Where was your place?" I walk her forward again, stillholding her hand. Hannah, being the incredibly insightful woman she is, seesthe diversion for what it is, but allows it."Sadie's." The words are soft. "She lived next door my whole life. Shewas born three weeks before me like we were born to be best friends if wecouldn't be sisters. Her family was my lifeline. My sister Abbie and I wouldgo there when my mom started bashing my dad and drinking. Eventually, theCenter and Maggie were added to my list of safe places."Every time she talks to me about her childhood and the shitty parents shehad, it all makes a bit more sense. She puts so much pressure on herself to beeverything to Sara and Rosie."It makes sense, you know. That you want to help all these kids, givethem what you were missing.""Let me guess, you took a psych class at that fancy Ivy League school." Ilaugh, tipping my head to the clouds. God, this girl. One minute I'm dumpingthe heaviest parts of me on her plate and the next moment my soul is lighterthan air."I actually did. But it was to learn how to get into girls' pants.""Oh yeah? Did it work?" I couldn't have timed it better. Right as sheasks, we step into the clearing of our destination - a hidden waterfalldropping into a clear, small pool of water. Trees surround the clearing, talland incredibly old, full of big green leaves. The waterfall isn't huge, maybeeight feet high, but it splashes down peacefully and in the pool, you can seelittle minnows scurrying around, Bright wildflowers are growingsporadically, pinks and yellows and purples, reminding me of Hannah'sbackyard, the fairy oasis she created."Don't know. Is it working on you?" Moving behind her, I wrap my armsaround her waist. Pulling her into me, I kiss her neck softly, breathing in thatinnocent cherry vanilla scent."Oh my goodness, this is gorgeous, Hunter. Is this our stop?" she asks,and I nod into her neck, scraping my stubble along the soft skin there. Sheshivers in response."How did you find this place?" she asks, marveling at the surroundingbeauty. "I've been here before, hiked here. I've never seen signs or heardpeople talk about it." Her head is still turning in all directions to take it in.While a waterfall in the northeast doesn't hold the decadence one in Hawaiimight have, it's a gorgeous sight to see."I got lost once. Wound up here, then spent three weeks that summertrying to find it again. I made it here four times before I finally figured outthe exact path to get here without getting lost again. I've never seen anyoneelse here, so I like to think of it as mine.""And you brought me." She turns in my arms, a sweet, surprised smile onher beautiful face. We're pressed chest to chest. Her arms are around myneck, playing with my hair again. I'm never getting it cut at this rate. Myarms wrapped around her waist tighten a bit, pulling her in closer until ourbodies are flush."And I brought you," I whisper against her lips before pressing my ownto them. I've never experienced something like this, where each kiss makesme hungrier for her, adding to it rather than quelling it. Every time I see her,I'm at peace with the world and living in the moment, a feeling I haven't feltin years. But at the same time, I'm already excited for the next time I can seeher. Nothing is ever enough with Hannah.Deepening the kiss, I walk her back until her back presses against asmooth, oversized beech tree. The move presses her closer to me. I can't getclose enough to her, barriers of clothes stopping me from what I truly wantand need. Her hand in my hair tightens, pulling me closer too. It's as if she'sfeeling it too, this need to be inside her, to consume her, to be one.As I trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, tasting her skin, feelingher pulse under my lips, hearing her small pants, her gasps as she tries to gaincontrol. A smile breaks out onto her soft skin before I trail my tongue up, up,to her ear, biting the lobe gently. Another gasp, another tug on my hair. She'spulling my face back to her and we're a clash of tongues and teeth and desire.My hand slides up and around, feeling her skin exposed by her sports bra,dipping to trail the tips of my fingers under the waistband of her tight shorts.A breathy moan escapes her mouth, breathing life and desire into mine.Smiling into the kiss, those fingers trail up once again, this time to the front.My thumb trails the line of her skin right below her bra and another breathymoan slips out.She shifts slightly, still pressed to me so that her center brushes againstmy straining cock, sending jolts of pleasure through me, needing this womanright now. After weeks of tension building, we're both at a breaking point.Hand drifting upwards again, fingers meet the thin front of her bra, herbreasts swollen with want and need. My thumb finds her hard nipple throughthe fabric, making her gasp and press into me harder.Groaning, I let my pointer meet my thumb over her nipple, pinching androlling."Oh, God, Hunter," she pants against my mouth, unable to catch herbreath. This fucking woman is irresistible. I've never needed anyone as muchas I need her at this moment."Yeah, baby," I say, using my other hand to trail to her ass and encourageher hips to grind against my hard cock. I'm so ready for her, it's an actual,physical pain, but each press she makes with her full hips brings the slightestsweet relief. My mouth makes its way down her neck, exploring. She'sunable to keep oxygen in her lungs, panting and making small mewlingsounds. All that goes through my mind is I want to make her come. I need tomake this woman come for me. Out here, in the open, in the place that'salways been mine and mine alone.The hand on her ass slides down for purchase and then lifts her quickly,forcing her to wrap her legs around my hips. Bingo, cock, meet happy place.I groan loudly and her heat seems to sit right over my dick in my looseathletic shorts."Jesus, Hunter." The words come out of her mouth, but they sound likethey're swimming in the surrounding air, pants, and mewls drowning outeven the loud rushing of the waterfall beside us.Leaving her nipple, my hand goes down, down, down until I'm at hercore, unbearably hot against me. I can feel dampness seeping through hershorts, telling me just how fucking soaked she is. "Jesus fuck, Hannah, I canfeel how soaked you are. Are you wet for me, baby?" I ask, pressing over hershorts, teasing her clit, her swollen nub begging me to help, to make hercome."Yes, Hunter, right there, holy shit," she says in a whimper. She'sgrinding her hips now, my cock lined up, so it's rubbing against the seam ofher shorts. I know that if there were no barriers between us, her slicknesswould drip down my length, preparing me to slam into her. The thought alonenearly makes me bust right here, right now."Are you going to come for me, baby? Out here in the forest, just us, areyou going to come on my cock, fully clothed? Jesus, Hannah, I want to fuckyou so bad right now. You've got me so crazy, so fucking hard for you." Herfrantic movements tell me she's liking this, liking me talking to her, tellingher what she's doing to me. Eager to get more from her, I press harder on herclit, she squeals, bucking sharply."You're going to come when I tell you, okay, baby?" I ask, stepping backjust enough to look between us and watch her hips grind against me, makinganother groan break from my throat. It's taking everything in me not to turnher around, tear off her little shorts and slam into her, fucking her like theanimal I've become out here with her."Uh-huh," she says, her eyes glazed and hooded. She's so fucking close,so fucking sexy. I think about slipping my hand beneath her shorts andsliding into her, making her come on my fingers, but instead, I want to seeher come like this. Knowing she was so ready and primed for me, that Ididn't even have to put an actual finger on her skin. That what we havetogether is so explosive, so intense, neither of us could wait.My thumb is rolling and pressing her clit, my hand kneading her ass, mylips whispering how unbearably hot she is. She's grinding down on my cock,but just like I imagined, she's damn perfect, holding off until I tell her shecan explode. "Such a good girl, Hannah," I whisper into her ear before bitingher lobe. This makes her moan loud and clench her pussy so hard I can feel itthrough the material. I can't fucking wait to see if it was the nip or calling hermy good girl.Finally, as her mewls and whimpers are becoming desperate, she begs mefor it. "Please, Hunter, God, please." She's there, ready to go but, in a purelyHannah move, unwilling to come unless it's what I want. This woman.My thumb presses hard onto her clit. "Now, baby, come for me." And shecomes. She shouts so loud, birds scatter from their perch. She's quakingagainst the tree as I hold her up, keeping her safe and allowing her to feel herorgasm to its fullest extent. Fucking beautiful. She's unbelievably perfect,panting to catch her breath, eyes closed in rapture as her head leans againstthe tree. I'm still gently rubbing her, pressing occasionally to watch her titsjolt in an aftershock she can't control."Good?" I whisper against her lips."Holy shit. I'm not sure I can get back to the truck." I chuckle but stopwith a hiss through my teeth as she once more rubs against my achingly hardcock. "Oh, God, Hunter, you! Let me-" she says, unwrapping her legs frommy waist, but I hold her tight, not letting her down. Any other girl, I'd let herfinish her sentence, then make good on her word. But this woman... for somereason, her offering is enough."No, stop, not here. The first time I come for you is going to be in thatwet pussy of yours," I whisper in her ear, making her rub into me once again,and I groan. "But, if you could, try not to make that decision a harder one."She giggles, the sound so sweet and night and day from the sex kitten I heldjust a minute ago."Ha, you said hard." She is too much. The perfect woman. I chuckle thenlet her gently unwrap herself from me, checking her back to make sure that inmy haste, we haven't cut it up on the tree. She settles her head on my chestwhen I pull her to me. It takes everything in me not to groan again when shebrushes my erection with her body. "Thank you." It comes out in a softwhisper against my neck."Thank you," I say before she looks at me, confused. "That was thehottest thing I have ever seen in my life, hands down." A blush erupts on hercheeks and she bites her lip, looking away. This might be my favorite thing tomake her do.Okay, second favorite, now.We stand there for a while, listening to the water flow, me rubbing a handup and down her back. It's peaceful. This place has always been a sereneretreat for me. Somewhere to collect my thoughts. Somewhere to make senseof things.Here with her, everything seems crystal clear, in 20/20 vision. Not longafter, we feel a few fat raindrops. I look up and see the sky has turned anominous grey."Let's get going before we get soaked," I say, grabbing her hand andheading back the way we came. It's about a 30-minute hike if we hustle. Thedrizzle continues until we can see the parking area in front of us. It's then thatthe sky opens up. The rain comes down in sheets, turning the already dampground into rivers. I look at Hannah and she throws her head back, laughingbefore tugging her hand out of mine and making a run for it to the truck.She's got her hands above her head as if she can shield herself from thedownpour with her small, delicate hands alone.Unfortunately for her, the Bronco is old and I locked it when we left. Thismeans that when she gets to the truck and realizes there's no way in, she'sstuck standing in the rain.I should start running. Really, I should. It's kind of mean not to. But she'sstanding there: hair that five minutes ago showed evidence of my hands in itdripping in long, chunky strands, her already tight clothes leaving nothing tothe imagination. The light color of her top shows her small, dark nipplesthrough the fabric, the cold making them peak. So instead, I walk casually.I'm already wet. What's the rush?"Hunter! I'm getting drenched!" Hannah shouts over the sound of rainhitting the pavement. I keep my pace, smiling at her now. "Hunter, youasshole, come on!" She's laughing now, so I know she's not actually mad,which makes me smile wider.When I reach her, I turn and pin her back to my truck. My fingers float upthe back of her head into her hair, bringing her lips to mine. Kissing her, therain falling over us, water seeping in between our connection and onto ourtongues, it's like the flame has been re-lit. I need her again. Tasting herreminded me. Pushing her into the truck, I thumb her nipple and grind mycrotch into her soft belly."Let's go back to your place. I need you," I say, pinching the tight budbetween my thumb and forefinger and pulling quickly through her bra. I'mdesperate for her to agree, desperate for her naked body in a bed with mine."God, yes, quick." Her hot tongue licks water off my neck. Rain isdripping off my nose as I stare at her, reaching around to unlock her door. Ipick her up once the door is open, placing her in her seat. My hand cups herpussy, pressing my finger to her opening and going in slightly with thoseskin-tight shorts while rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb. "Oh God,fuck, Hunter. Let's go, please," she begs, her hip moving forward to try to getmy finger in deeper. An impossible task. I smile at her but oblige.After slamming the door, I run around to the driver's seat, putting in thekey and starting the truck, my wheels turning before the door even shuts.Pulling out of the parking lot, I look over to see her squirming and biting herswollen and bruised lip, already ready for me again. Never in my life have Ibeen as thankful for a bench seat as I am right now.One hand firm on the wheel, I lean over, slip my arm between her and theseat, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her over until we'rethigh to thigh. She's breathing heavily as I move my hand up to her stomachwith my intent clear. Hannah leans back, giving me a clear path to slip myhand into the front of her shorts, groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain whenI hit the top of her wet slit. "Fucking soaked," I say, running a finger downand up, drawing a long, low moan from my girl.Slowly, torturing both of us, I press my middle finger into her hole, sowet. It's a mix of her earlier orgasm and her current excitement, sodeliriously good we both groan at the feeling. Two shallow thrusts of myfingers later, she says in a whisper, "more," and fuck if I won't oblige.Another finger joins and then she's in my front seat, riding my fingers andmoaning like she's already close. There isn't much room for me to workwith, driving and her wet shorts sticking to her body, but that doesn't seem tobother her much."Jesus fuck, you're so hot," I groan, glancing at the red light on thedeserted road that I'm tempted to drive straight through. She looks over andher eyes flare before flicking down to my lap, my cock uncomfortable andthrobbing. We're about five more minutes out, but that look makes me wantto pull over, pull those shorts down and sink into her on the side of the road."Don't look at me like that, baby, not if you want to make it to your bed,"I warn, thrusting deep with my fingers again. That one makes her lose eyecontact with me, rolling hers into the back of her head.But then she looks at me again, fire in her eyes, and tugs my arm out ofher pants, scooting back on the seat