Page 55 of Wild Fire

“Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

My heart breaks a little, because I wish it were that easy. But nothing about this is easy. Nothing about me is easy.

“No.”

Nate turns around in my lap, his gaze finding mine.

I want to look away. My insides thrum with panic, because the way he’s looking at me…

Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Is that your kink?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

I can’t find the words to answer him, like I should. But my silence is enough.

Nate nods slowly in understanding.

“Kentucky,” he says carefully. “What’s yours?”

It’s the way he asks—curiosity mixed with interest. Like he wants to know.

“Red.”

Nate shifts in my lap, turning around so he’s facing me. His legs straddle me, and I’m more than aware that any of the guys could walk past us and see us, which only makes my cock twitch. But it’s the look in his eyes that does me in. Because Nate looks at me like he gets it. Like he understands what I can’t say in a way that no one else ever has, and I know that’s crazy.

“So… if you say red, that means you want me to stop?”

I nod, words suddenly difficult.

I watch his gaze darken as I reach out and pluck his lip again with my thumb. “And if you say Kentucky, I’ll stop.”

Nate leans forward and kisses me. I can’t help but return his kiss, needing the sweet taste of his lips, the warmth of his body, the rush of blood pooling to my cock.

I need him and this feeling he gives me.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He lets out a soft moan, his tongue sliding into my mouth. My hands slide over his ass, and he sucks in a breath, and I slide my tongue into his mouth. His body relaxes, and he leans back, kissing me with a feverish need as little moans escape him as he grinds against me, his mouth going to my neck. His body fits perfectly against me.

I find his mouth once again and pick him up, making him yelp as I turn him around and place him in the seat, dropping to my knees. It’s a tight space, and not the most comfortable, but I need this.

I need him so fucking bad right now.

“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice shaking because I’ve never done anything like this before.

Ever. Not here, at work, not in the damn truck! But somehow, my fingers find the button on his jeans and I flick it, needing him to tell me yes.

I need to hear him say it for a multitude of reasons.

Nate nods, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“Fuck yes, it’s okay,” he says, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me.

I don’t hesitate as I unbutton his jeans and unzip them. His hardness swells, and I waste no time as I find his cock and release it from its prison, noting the bead of precum glistening at his pink head. I rub it with my thumb, feeling the sticky, wet arousal and spread it over his cockhead. Nate’s head falls back against the seat, and he groans.

My cock throbs in my pants, and I have to fight to ignore it so I stay focused and aware of my surroundings. I stroke Nate quickly, building a hasty rhythm. I know he’s close already, and the truth of that thrills me.

He’s so responsive. I want to learn every inch of his body and see what my touch can do to him.

But that will take time, and right now we don’t have much, but I promised him I’d make him come, and I’m a man of my word.