I barely hear Hart as he announces the winner over the megaphone. After, he walks over to me, says something in my ear that I don’t hear, and walks away. The whole time, I’ve got my eyes pinned on Rylee. Her chest pumps heavily in rhythm with mine and her eyes flare with need. The blood rushing through my body heads straight to my dick.
As I stalk her way, I quickly wipe the towel over my face and chest, then toss it to the floor. People clap me on the back and congratulate me, but I don’t stop to talk to them.
Once I’m in front of her, I grab the sides of her head and slam my lips against hers. Her arms lock around my neck and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around me. I palm her ass and pull her center against my hard-on.
I can’t hear her moans from the loud crowd, but I feel the vibrations of them against my lips. My cock grows painfully hard.
“It’s a good thing I brought my own vehicle,” Charles says loudly, interrupting us.
When I pull back, Rylee lets out a throaty laugh and licks her lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” I grunt just loud enough for her to hear.
She nods, and I let her ass go. I still need to see Hart about my winnings, but I’ll do that another day. I’m too anxious to get Rylee the hell out of here and alone.
I pull on my shirt, then fist bump Hammer and thank him for keeping a watch over Rylee. The room is still full, but it’s starting to thin out a little, as we make our way out. Most people don’t stick around after the fight in case the cops are called.
I force myself to take the stairs one step at a time instead of two or three as we make our way up. I’m tempted to toss her over my shoulder and sprint out of the building, but I don’t want to embarrass her.
Once outside in the frigid air, I stop with Rylee at my truck.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” she tells Charles.
“Anytime you wanna come, let me know. I’m not ashamed to admit I love watching two sexy guys beat on each other.” He throws a wink my way and roams his eyes over my body.
She laughs and snuggles up closer to my side, her hand going to my lower stomach. My muscles twitch at the touch. “Well, you’re going to have to find your own sexy guy. This one is mine.”
Her claiming me turns me on even more.
I’m just about to tell Charles to piss off, when he takes several steps back. “I better get out of here. Your boy looks like he’s ready to rip my head off.” He gives a little wave and grins. “Have fun.”
Before Rylee has a chance to say anything, I’ve yanked the door open, have both of us inside the truck, and I’m roaring down the road. I usually have Rylee sit in the middle seat, but I purposely pushed her over to the passenger side and buckled her in.
“Is everything okay?” she asks after a few seconds of silence.
I don’t answer her, opting to keep my eyes on the road and my foot pressed on the gas. I can feel the anxious vibes coming off her, but I know if I stop to look at her now, I’ll pull over and have her on her back before she has a chance to realize what’s happening.
I find the road that leads to the outdoor theater, and turn down the dark, overgrown path.
I’m damn near panting and my heart is thumping hard in my chest by the time I stop and put my truck in park.
I grip the steering wheel and take a deep breath, trying to rein in my ramped need. All of my effort is wasted when Rylee takes off her seatbelt and slides closer to me.
Her hand touches my arm. “Zayden, what’s—”
I turn to her, grab her hips, and push her down onto the bench seat. I’m leaning over her a split second later, my mouth consuming hers.
The space is cramped as fuck, but I still manage to grip one of her legs and wrap it around my waist. My hips settle between hers and it feels like goddamn heaven when my cock meets her warm center.
She grips my hair, tugging my head closer, just as anxious to taste me as I am to taste her. I rock my hips forward and hiss against her lips when the friction sends delicious pleasure through me.
“Fuck, Rylee, I want you so fucking much right now,” I groan, trailing kisses down her neck.
She tilts her head to the side and releases a deep moan. “I want you, too.”
Those are words I’ve been dying to hear… but they come at the worst of times. There’s no fucking way I’ll allow her to lose her virginity in my truck in a deserted drive-in theater. But I’ll be damned if we can’t do other stuff.
I lift up enough so I can get my hands between our bodies and start lifting her shirt. I shift my eyes to hers. “I won’t take you for the first time in my truck. You deserve something special.” Her breathing escalates when I expose her tits covered in a pink bra. “But I promise we’re not leaving here until I’ve given you the release you need and what I’ve been thinking about giving you all night.”