On the floor of Cade's truck were three cans of Reddi Wip, two chocolate and one plain. There was also a pile of Taco Bell trash and an empty fifth of Jack. A lavender thong hung from the truck's shifter, his t-shirt was twisted around his left fore...
She grabbed the Jack and stuck her legs through the open window, so her calves rested on the edge of the door. She was tapping her fingers on her tan thigh.
"Nice polish." It was an odd orange color that Cade didn't understand, saying it seemed like a compliment and made her smile that almost sexy smile.
"Sun will be down in about twenty minutes."
"Um, yep." Cade checked the sky, looked around. Bugs made noise. Except for the occasional egret going past, not much else was going on. "'Bout twenty minutes."
They passed the Jack back and forth, she talked about the swamp, how much she liked it, said stuff about the smells and how even the rotten stuff smelled good. Cade listened. Sort of. Mostly he drank and waited for her to give him any kind of sign she was ready to shut up and start screwing around.
It all went as usual as it possibly could, until she pulled a pair of handcuffs from her purse and suggested cuffing him to the steering wheel.
"I'm going to go pee, out there," she'd tipped her head to the mangroves, creeping in circles around them. "I want to be sure you're here when I get back."
He wanted to be sure he was there when she got back, too. He held out his wrist and she did the deed.
She grabbed the bottle and held it out for him. "Jack will keep you company while I'm gone."
As he pressed the bottle between his parted lips, her body was swallowed by the seething darkness of the swamp. That swig went down smooth.
He waited.
Had another swallow and thought about her ass, wondering how long it would be until he got to grab those round cheeks.
He waited.
Drank more and thought about her tits, wondered how the tips would feel against his tongue.
His dick got hard. Stayed hard.
And he waited. And drank.
And thought about fucking her.
He stared at the spot where she'd gone in until she strutted back out, came straight for the truck. Instead of getting back in on the passenger side, she opened the driver's door and smirked at his obvious boner. She nodded at his cuffed wrist. "Let's see if you can get your pants off like that."
Cade took to the task like an arthritic man with a childproof medicine bottle. Equal parts pride and desperation spurred him on as his jerked his hips up, reaching under his ass to pull at his back pockets and belt loops. She didn't have patience for his bullshit attempt, and once he had the jeans midway down this thighs, she climbed over him and tugged his pants down. Her ass was right under his chin as she pushed his jeans to the floor, so he took the hem of her shorts between his teeth.
She swatted his face. He let go.
When she came back up, she was holding a can of Reddi Wip. "This is going to be the wildest night you've had in a long, long time."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
