“Remember that next time you get handsy.” I poked his insanely broad chest, shaking loose a moderate snowstorm in the cab of his truck.
“Oh, yeah?” Daring me now, he slid his big bear paws down under my ass and cupped me against him. My fault for not disabling that armed menace in his trousers when I’d had the chance. “What are you gonna do when I make you come all over my pants?”
Say thank you, I needed that?
No. Wrong answer.
Brain, come back online. Anytime now would be awesome.
“You absolutely cannot do that. There’s no…dry cleaner at Hoppy Acres.”
He lifted his head, his green eyes dancing with mirth in the low light. “Happy.”
“No, not particularly, but it is what it is—” He started to laugh and I thumped him in the gut, not checking my strength one iota.
He only laughed harder, the ass. And then I was laughing too, and he was kissing me and I sort of forgot to be cold when we were generating a massive amount of heat.
This was a very unwise idea. We were already probably behind time-wise to get to this shindig and now I was Lu’s main squeeze in the wedding party. I probably shouldn’t be late.
I definitely shouldn’t be writhing and moaning as he let out a sound of torment while he filled his hands with my breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Ruby. Let me look at you in this dress.”
“Please don’t,” I gasped. “It’s not truth in advertising.”
His laughter was loud and baffled but it didn’t stop him from trailing hot, wet kisses down the side of my throat to my cleavage. “Says who?”
“Me. It’s the damn shaper. I’m not built like…this.” I was rapidly losing oxygen in this cramped front seat, which didn’t make sense considering he was still hanging out the open door. I wasn’t sure he could fit on top of me if he didn’t, but it didn’t seem right for his ass to get frostbite for his trouble.
“Too late. Already did.” His long fingers spanned my cheeks as he tilted my face upward. “Now I want to look at you out of it.”
“We’re outside.” Speaking was getting harder by the second. “Your ass is going to freeze if you pull down those pants.”
“Aww, worried about me, Ruby?” He licked his way up my throat and then found my mouth, sinking in with a primal noise that made me try to clench my legs around his tree trunk thighs.
“Just because I have a use for you.”
“That so?”
“Oh, it’s so.” I grabbed his backside and hauled him more onto the seat, dragging his hard cock over my cleft just the way I needed.
We both groaned and laughed when the sudden forceful movement rocked the truck.
I sucked on his lower lip and skipped the formalities, shoving my hands down the back of his pants so I could cup his truly bitable ass. “Gotta say, Thor, I appreciate your control.”
“Control?” He gasped out a laugh as his icy fingers delved into the stupid shaper to caress my needy breast. My yelp made him laugh harder as he found my nipple. “My dick is an icicle. I’m not entirely sure I can thrust.”
“Let’s find out.” I pinched his cheeks and he jerked against me, proving he could just fine. “See, I had faith in you.”
“That was just the feeling returning. Fuck, look at this thing. Your tits are sky-high.” His reverence as he jolted up to get a better look made me snort, then choke on a laugh when his head bounced off the ceiling. “Ouch, Jesus. You’re killing me, Ruby. Literally.” He rubbed his head and grinned down at me with pure joy in his eyes.
My belly rioted, heaving in a way that did not entirely match the situation. I hadn’t eaten much today. A sandwich at lunch with some chips. Probably needed to cruise by the dessert table before the ceremony and see if I could steal a damn cupcake or something.
Then he slid his hand up my thigh and found the rest of my foundational garments—also known as the thong I’d had no choice but to wear to avoid panty lines. His reaction was a litany of swear words uttered with a devotion I hadn’t known he possessed.
“I want to eat you. Have to.” He was already sliding backward. I wasn’t entirely sure his legs hadn’t folded beneath him. “Can crouch on the—”
“What? No. No. No eating. If I can’t, you can’t either. Pussy or otherwise.” I was giggling like a maniac. “Get up here, you oaf.”