Page 41 of Tracking Wolfe

I blinked up at Trace. The afternoon sun streamed in through the van’s windows and picked out golden streaks in his wavy brown hair. I reached up to touch them, to run my hands through them in a way I’d never been allowed to do before.

“I’m breathing,” I said, but it sounded a little breathless now that I heard myself.

He looked down at me with this… fond expression on his face that made me feel cared for in a way I hadn’t for a very long time. A mix of the gentle affection like I got from my family, but also the clear interest and preference I’d felt from Jake last night.

I’d never had both of those things in one person before.

“You’re going to change your mind and leave,” I said. It wasn’t an accusation so much as a statement because I knew it was true. It was inevitable.

Trace brushed my hair back again. I tried not to lean into his touch too shamelessly, but I probably failed.

His eyes were piercing. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk,” I scoffed. “No. Fuck no.”

He started to move off me again, but I tightened my fingers on the muscles of his back, holding him in place. “Do not get off this bed,” I warned. “I don’t want to talk. We’ve been talking. Talking isn’t going to make this go away.”

I arched up into him while pulling him down, grinding my hardening cock into his hip.

His mouth curled up in a teasing smile. “And you need help making that go away?”

I ran my fingers through Trace’s hair again. It was a little overgrown and shaggy, which made him even sexier. His face was its usual combination of slightly wind- and sunburned, with visible laugh lines by his eyes that I wanted to stroke with my fingertips.

“I want help making it go away,” I corrected. “But I want you to promise me you won’t leave without telling me first. And that you won’t tell me I don’t know what I want because I’m a fucking child.”

His large hand smoothed down to cup my cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. You deserved better than that.”

“I did, and I do. I’m thirty, Trace. That may be hard for you to wrap your head around, but I’m not the seven-year-old kid you once knew.”

He made a face. “Can we not talk about seven-year-old Wolfe right now? That would help.”

I reached for his hand and pulled it down to press against the bulge in my pants. “Not a child.”

His eyes heated as his fingers tightened around my swelling cock. “No. Guess not. Fuck.”

I arched up into his hand, wishing I had the power to snap my fingers and make my own clothes disappear. “I want you to touch me. Suck me. Fuck me. Anything. Just… make me come. No strings, no promises. Just… let me have this.”

The sound of harsh breaths filled the van as the air warmed. The ceiling fan I’d turned on was pulling in air through a cracked-open window, but it wasn’t enough to douse the heat between our bodies in such a small space.

Trace jostled me around until my head was on the pillow and we were lying the right way around—heads on the driver’s side and feet on the passenger side.

“Talk to me,” he murmured, kissing under my chin and continuing to rub me over my clothes.

“Take your clothes off,” I said, suddenly feeling empowered. If I was only going to get this one hookup with Trace, I wanted to see all of him.

He sat up and began pulling off his shirt, giving me lifted eyebrows and a nod toward my own clothes. “You too.”

I scrambled out of my shirt and jeans, nearly knocking him into the side of the van in the process. When the two of us were down to our underwear, and my eyes couldn’t stop hoovering him like a Roomba, he moved over me again and pinned me down with his hips. His cock was hard and long against my lower belly, and my hands immediately went to his ass.

Trace’s ass.

In my hands.

I was back to thinking it was a dream. An incredibly detailed, realistic one.

That fear only lasted until I spotted a silver hair nestled among the darker brown on his chest. I moved a fingertip up to stroke it, and his nipples immediately pebbled.

“You’re not self-conscious,” I pointed out. It kind of surprised me. He was in his forties. Twice, I’d hooked up with men his age, and both times, the men had been reluctant to get naked with me, making comments about my relative youth and fitness.