Page 41 of Keeping it Local

I nodded.

After Felicia came back from putting Kinsley down, we sat outside, just laughing and watching the fire for a bit longer before saying our goodbyes.

Johnny led me to his truck, helping me up and waving back at his brother and sister-in-law. They were leaving tomorrow, and even though he hadn’t mentioned it, I could tell he would miss them when they left.

As we drove down the side streets to his house, Johnny turned up the Luke Combs tunes in his car and grabbed my hand. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into him this weekend, but he seemed so much more relaxed, more touchy than he usually was—not that I was complaining. We were almost to his cottage, and his hand had drifted to my thigh. He was leaning away from the steering wheel to hold me like that, and it made my stomach flip in anticipation.

The heat of his fingers sent a jolt through my body. His rough calluses tickled me as his hand made its way to my inner thigh and grabbed on, sending a surge through me. The heat between my legs radiated, and even though my instinct was to clamp my thighs shut, I widened them to give him more room to explore. We were getting close to his house, but my head was buzzing, I was only paying attention to what those fingers were doing—what I knew they were capable of doing.

I tried to make it not so obvious that I was spreading my legs, but I heard him let out a little groan as it happened. I was in my usual cut-off jean shorts, and he slowly traced his finger up, lightly touching me along the way. I leaned back, and his pinky traced the seam of my jeans, hitting me in the perfect spot.

I was on fire. My breathing slowed, and I closed my eyes as he traced the same line up and down.

All of a sudden, I felt his hot breath on my ear, and he whispered, “We’re here.”

I looked up at him from under my eyelashes, looked at his lips, and took his mouth with mine. He kissed me back, tugging my lip between his teeth, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reached my ear.

“Let’s go in, baby.”

We unbuckled our seat belts and made our way up the driveway. We staggered into his house, grabbing onto clothing and stealing kisses and touches as we went, him slamming the door behind us. He grabbed me, pulling me into him, then pushed me back against the front door. The lights were out except for a dim glow in the kitchen, so I could only see his silhouette and as he looked me up and down, licked his lip for a brief second before grabbing my ass and lifting me up.

“You feel so good, so soft,” he said, whispering in my ear. “I love it.” He squeezed my ass as he spoke.

Every time any breath came out of his mouth and into my ear, my back arched and my body flooded with heat for him. I wrapped my bare legs around his jean-clad body and pushed myself into him. I could feel him thick against me, and that combined with the seam of my shorts rubbing back and forth was driving me wild as I pushed myself up and down against him.

He circled my ass and my thighs until he let his fingers inch up the bottom of my jean shorts and under my lace underwear.

“Oh God,” I said, knowing that under my jeans and panties I was soaked.

At that, he put me back on the ground, and I looked at him like he was crazy before he proceeded to pick me up, wrap my legs around him, and carry me to his bedroom.

Once we got to his bed, he threw me down. His lips were swollen, his eyes dark, and it was hard not to make out the giant bulge in his jeans.

“You are so beautiful. You know that?” He just gazed at me before slowly peeling off his gray t-shirt and pushing down his jeans.

I got up on my knees and met him while he was still standing and started kissing his neck, down his chest, and his abs. He had ink that trailed down his chest, and I traced the black lines with my tongue, tasting him.

At that, he pulled off my tank top and struggled as he unbuttoned the top of my jean shorts, slowly sliding them over my butt and down to my knees.

“These need to come off,” he huffed, pushing me back on the bed.

I let him slide the jeans all the way off, and he grabbed my ankles, pulling me toward the edge of the bed as he knelt down to meet my lace-covered pussy.

“These will come off too, just not yet.” He kissed up my inner thighs, tracing slow circles as he went, forcing me to push myself into him.

I groaned. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more.” He looked up at me and winked. I didn’t see his mouth, but I felt the tip of his tongue start to trace my seam again.

I covered my face with my arm.

“Oh, no. I want to see your face as you fall apart.” He pulled my arm down and let his fingers trail down where he hooked onto the lace and pulled.

I lay there, feeling the cool air hit my center, knowing I was soaking his bedspread.

“So sexy,” he said.

He was soft at first, letting his fingers explore and using my wetness as he pushed into me. I lifted my hips, pushing back. He started with one finger, methodically going in and out as he focused his tongue on my clit, slow licks at first before sucking greedily.