Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

My feet are carrying me towards him.

“Are you okay?” Brett asks, stopping by a giant black monster of a truck.

I nod my head and point at the truck. “Is that yours?”

Brett grins and unlocks the door. He’s going to have to give me a hand up to get in. “Yep. Do you like her?”

I smirk and step up. Brett gives me a boost, his hands lingering on my ass before I’m settled.

I tell him, “I’d think you were trying to overcompensate if I didn’t know better,” before he closes the door.

Brett hops inside the driver’s side and buckles up. Once he’s settled, he reaches over and grabs my hand. He places my hand right on his dick and asks, “Why don’t you check to make sure?”

Fuck, sitting in a car with my hand on Brett’s dick just brings up too many memories. I fight them back as I squeeze my fingers. He feels just as big, just as thick as I remember. Thick enough to stretch me and big enough to drive it all the way home. He turns the ignition and the truck roars to life. I jerk my hand back in surprise but I need the distance between us.

“Well?” Brett asks, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “What’s the verdict?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” I smirk over at him. “I’ll know better when I get you out of your clothes.”

Brett guns the gas and I laugh as I’m pushed back into the seat. “Someone’s a little eager.”

“That light wasn’t red, I swear it was orange.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brett

I am starting to rethink keeping my system clean for this next month.

Shit, I want a drink, and a fuck, and maybe an ibuprofen. I was completely planning on taking Mandy home tonight, but first she looks like she is ready to kill me for showing up, and then she is almost fucking me against the wall.

My cock is truly straining in my pants as I fly through the red light, and yeah it was red. I’m pretty sure I deserved a ticket if a cop would have seen that. Then again, I’m not sure I would be willing to stop. Me getting out of the car right now is in no way a good idea with the raging boner I have going on. Damn, her hand felt like a hot fucking grip of heat.

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ke we are flying in a dream though. The roads are pretty empty, and as I push the gas peddle down on the long stretches, the truck seems to float along. The night is almost like a dream in that I never thought I would be driving this woman anywhere again. And fuck, I’m driving her to my house for a night of what I hope will be us as wild, passionate beasts fucking each other senseless.

My hand reaches over to snag hers, and she takes a very long look down at our hands and how the fingers twine together. I forgot how really small she is compared to me. Her fingers are about three-fourths the size of mine. The fact that she noticeably has to stand on her tip-toes to reach up to talk to me is a massive turn on for me.

I like those little fingers, and I love how I know just by looking at her that I will be able to fully cover her lush body with my own. She will be my very own fuck fairy. She might have forgot about me thinking of her as my own little fairy, but I haven’t. This though is what is driving me mad because I am obviously not done with her.

Despite what I may have said to Bear or what I may have thought, she has been on mind for fucking years.

Pulling up in front of my parents’ house, I look over to see Mandy’s eyebrows raising up and she looks to me uncertain but she doesn’t remark on it.

I hop down, out of the truck, and walk around the door to her side. Helping her out of the truck, I lead her into the dark house through the front door.

Shutting the door, I turn around and press her against it. My lips instantly crush against her as I kiss her deep and hard. She still tastes the same as I remember, and fuck is it intoxicating. I want to push every emotion into that kiss I can to make up for the last five years, but I am not sure I really can.

Mandy

Brett is kissing me so hard, so deep, I can’t breathe. But I can’t stop him, I can’t slow this down. I need this connection with him more than I need air.

I clutch at him, my fingers tearing at his shirt. If I could, I’d shred the thing with my nails. I need his skin, I need to remember how touching him feels.

My feet spread, my thighs parting just enough for him to press himself against me. He pushes me, trapping me against the door with his solid weight as he kisses me deeper. His hard cock grinds into me, grinding against my soaked panties.

At the rate we’re going I don’t think we’re going to make it to his room.