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|Beat of the Heart(Runaway Train #2) by Katie Ashley|
I shivered in anticipation as my trembling palms reached out for the moss-covered stones. Once I planted them as firmly as I could, I glanced over my shoulder. “Are you sure no one can see us?”
“But you said—”
AJ nudged his condom-sheathed erection against my bare bottom. His teeth grazed my earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth. My nipples tightened at the sensation, wishing he was sucking them rather than my earlobe. “Even though we’re miles and miles from civilization and there’s no way in hell Jake or the others would follow us, I could almost blow my load just thinking of someone seeing me fuck you out here.”
A shudder rippled through me at his words. I pinned him with a hard stare. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He responded by slamming into me with one harsh thrust. When I cried out, it echoed off the rocks around us, just like the wet slapping of our skin.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot. Make that noise again,” AJ murmured into my ear, as he continued thrusting in and out of me. His hands went to my waist. His fingers dug into the skin on my hips as he jerked me back and forth against him. He went deeper and deeper each time, and I felt myself easily climbing towards an orgasm. When I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, AJ leaned over to cover my lips with his. Bringing my arm back, I cupped his head with my hand, drawing him closer. His warm tongue thrust in my mouth in time with his movements inside me.
Our breathing became heavier while our moans of pleasure echoed against each other’s lips. As AJ continued his harsh pounding, one of his hands left my hip to cup my breast. He tweaked and twisted the nipple with his fingers. I closed my eyes and shivered. Once my nipple had been worked to a perfect peak, his hand left my breast to entangle his fingers with my hand covering the rock. Something about the affectionate gesture in the middle of such hardcore fucking sent me reeling, and I felt my walls spasm.
“Yes, yes! Oh God, yes, AJ!” I screamed. As I came, I fisted his hair in my hands. My cries echoing off the rocks were met with AJ’s satisfied grunt as he shuddered and jerked inside me. As he continued convulsing, he kept up his rabid assault on my mouth. I moaned against his lips. If he didn’t stop soon, I was going to be ready for another round, and I knew we needed to get back to the others.
Breathless and drained, I pulled away. AJ’s broad chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. “Fuck me,” he muttered.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, I think I just did pretty thoroughly.”
He grinned. “Whatever smartass. I just meant, that each time it gets more and more intense between us.”
As he slid out of me, I turned around to face him, resting my hands on his shoulders. “I’m glad to hear that. I’d hate for you to be growing tired of me after two weeks.”
“I don’t think I could get tired of you after a fucking decade, least of all a few weeks.”
His words caused a fluttering in my chest that I tried unsuccessfully to ignore. “Good.” I jerked my chin up to the boulder above us. “Now why don’t you be a real gentleman and go get our underwear back, huh?”
“Your wish is my command, Miss Bossy,” he replied with a wink.
With a bounce in my step from feeling utterly and completely sexually satisfied, I led Mia up the riverbank. Reaching over, I grabbed her hand in mine and swung it back and forth. “So what’s on tap for tonight?” Mia asked.
“Oh, shit gets crazy here when the sun goes down.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
I nodded. “Hell yeah. I mean, we all gather around the bonfire and roast marshmallows and s’mores. It may get so off the hook that we go tip one of Jake’s grandfather’s cows.”
When I winked at her, she grinned. “Very funny.”
“So do you like G-rated parties?”
“Sure I do.” She elbowed me playfully. “Especially if it means getting to spend time with you. And your friends.”
The familiar ache raged in my chest at Mia’s words—the one that felt like intense heartburn after a beer binge. I hadn’t felt this way about a girl in a long, long time. Even though I’d thought I’d felt something for Kylie, it was nothing like what I was feeling for Mia—even though we’d barely been together two weeks. I squeezed her hand in mind and replied, “I like that.”
When we got back to the four-wheeler, Mia’s hand dug into one of my short pockets. I shuddered at the contact so close to my dick. “Damn babe, you already wantin’ another round? You’re practically insatiable,” I drawled, with a pleased grin on my face.
She giggled. “Not quite, sweet cheeks. I wanna drive the four-wheeler back to Jake’s.”
I jerked away just as her fingers grasped the keys. “Uh-uh. Nobody drives my baby but me.”
Cocking her head, Mia shot me an exasperated look. “Seriously? Your ‘baby’?’
I swept my hands up and crossed them firmly over my chest before I bobbed my head. “You should know by now how seriously I take anything that has an engine.”
Mia’s disgusted expression slowly evaporated. Instead, her face took on a pleading look. She even resorted to poking out that succulent lower lip of hers. “But I haven’t driven one since I was a teenager, and I would really, really love to drive your baby.” She leaned in, pressing her enticing rack against me. “Come on, AJ. It would make me really happy, and I promise to show you how thankful I am later.”