“You totally sniffed my hair. Zane, if I didn’t know better I would say you are in love with me.” Not giving him a chance to respond, I claim his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip seductively. I look around and there aren’t very many cars here, considering it is a Thursday night, it is slow. “Have you ever, ya know…in the back of your truck?” I smile sweetly at him as I feel him harden at my words.
“You are killing me, and no I haven’t,” he answers, breathing much harder than he was moments ago.
“Do you want to?” I straddle his lap and start kissing the side of his neck.
“Are you trying to get us arrested for public indecency?”
“No, I am trying to get you to fuck me, right here right now?” I grind down on him as he runs his hands up my exposed thighs.
“Are you drunk?” he chuckles as I slip the straps of my dress down.
“Only on my need of you. I’m horny and I want you to take that hard cock of yours and fuck me now.”
He sees that I’m not wearing a bra and he growls in response. His mouth clamps down on my exposed breast, sucking on my hardened nipple. Reaching down between us, I flick the button on his jeans open and ease his zipper down. I free him through the opening in his boxer briefs and scoot closer to him. I am dying to have him inside of me. I rock against his hard-on.
“Your panties are soaked,” he says into my ear as my chest smashes against his. He hooks my panties to the side with his finger and guides his cock inside. I nearly scream aloud, he feels so damn good. He clamps his hand down over my mouth to keep me quiet. I grind down on him, rocking and rolling my hips slowly.
“I can’t take it, Hattie, I’m going to lay you down right now and I am going to fuck you hard and fast. I don’t give a damn who hears or sees as long as you cum all over my cock.”
He takes the pillow he had behind his back for cushioning against the hardness of his truck and reaches it to me to lay my head on. I discreetly take my panties off and shove them in his back pocket before I push his denim down far enough to give him room to move. I watch as he pokes his head up and looks around one final time before he slams into me. I know the truck is rocking and if anyone looks over here, they will know exactly what we are doing but I really don’t care.
Five intense sweaty minutes later, Zane and I are back to watching the movie. I couldn’t tell you what in the hell it is even about. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he told me he loves me three times tonight. I haven’t said it back yet. It isn’t that I don’t love him. I do. I want the moment I tell him to feel right. I don’t want to say it merely because he did. I made that mistake with Justin. I went along with just about anything he said whether I really agreed or not. I want things to be different with Zane.
After the movie is over, he takes me back into town for ice cream. The older woman working tells us how cute we look together. She says we remind her of her younger years when she first met her husband. She smiles as Zane feeds me bites of his sundae. He is the best. I really got lucky with him.
My mom and I have been talking again. When I told her about my dad she broke down and confessed that she had never stopped loving him. It made me sad for her and the chance they never had. I told her about breaking up with Justin and meeting Zane. She doesn’t want to see me get hurt again. She hasn’t met him yet. I am both nervous and excited about her coming to see me for the weekend. I really want her and Zane to hit it off. I want to rebuild my relationship with her. I didn’t get the chance with my dad but she’s still here and I plan to make the most of it.
“What time does your mom get here, Friday?” Zane asks once we get back to his place.
“I’m not sure. She is supposed to text me once she gets to town.” I strip down out of my dress and throw one of his t-shirts over my head. I love wearing his shirts. They smell so good, exactly like my man.
“She won’t freak out about us sleeping, together will she? I can’t not sleep in the same bed with you, Hattie.” I don’t like the thought of sleeping alone either. I have gotten accustomed to snuggling up with him every night.
“Awe, look at you being so sweet. I love you, Zane.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I even realize I am saying them. Damn it! I wanted it to be this epic awesome moment. But I guess it doesn’t matter.
“You do,” he says, rubbing his jaw against mine. His hands palm my ass cheeks as I grab his face to kiss him.
“I do, good thing we are friends, or this could turn awkward.” I smirk and go to turn down the covers, so we can get in bed.
“I was going to say, you leaving your things here was starting to border on the creepy side,” he teases me.
“Shut up, nerd!”
He hits me on the butt teasingly. I wrap my arms around his neck and fall into bed with him. “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I’ve been married before.”
I still beside him trying not to freak out. “Are you joking?”
“I wish. I had planned on telling you sooner, but the timing was never right,” he says as his eyes plead with mine for me not to be angry.
I understand what he means about timing but what a shitty time to tell someone you were married. I mean shit, we just told one another that we love each other tonight. And now he tells me? Talk about a total buzz kill.
“Are you mad?”
“No, it’s only we told each other that we love one another, ya know. Kind of a mood killer.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell you before your mom comes. I didn’t want her to fire questions at me and you find out by me blurting it out or something.” He kisses my forehead and presses his own to mine.
I know there is a lot I still have to learn about him. Right now, this is all fresh and exciting. And I love that there are things we don’t know about each other. Maybe that was part of the problem with Justin and me. We already knew everything about each other. There was no mystery or excitement.