Page 5 of Striker

Her hand reaches out to cover mine. “Look, I’m sorry you didn’t get more time with them. It sounds like they loved you a lot. And they gifted you with a beautiful name.”

I turn my hand over in hers and hold it tightly. “Your question caught me by surprise. I don’t usually answer personal questions like that.”

“How about I tell you something personal, so we’re even?”

I nod, still trying to wrangle my emotions back under control.

“My father was never in the picture, and when my mother remarried, she just kind of forgot me at my grandmother’s house, like for years. She remembered me again when she had kids and invited me to live with them. It took me months to realize she still didn’t care about me. She just wanted me to take care of the kids. I ended up moving back in with my grandmother. It was sad seeing her new kids get all the love and attention that I dreamed about for so many years.”

“Jesus, sugar. You didn’t deserve that. Some people shouldn’t be parents. That’s what I think anyway. At least you have your grandmother.”

“I had her,” she replies sadly. “She passed about five years ago, and everything went to her son. He’s the only relative I have left and he couldn’t care less about me.” Taking a sip of her wine, she adds, “It’s one of the reasons I’m so independent. I had to work my way through college and provide for myself.”

“Well, from the outside lookin’ in, it seems like you’ve done a very good job of providing for yourself.”

“I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished,” she says modestly.

We continue talking about what drew us to our professions and leap from subject to subject effortlessly. When they start putting the chairs up, I pay the check. We leave the restaurant agreeing to go to a scenic overlook, so we can continue talking, only with an amazing view.

“There’s a great overlook not many people know about. It has a gravel pull-off that leads down a little road and the whole valley opens up to the most amazing view.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” she tells me with a smile. I can tell that although she’s not drunk, she has that warm glowing feeling from the wine.

I cut the engine and neither of us moves to get out of my truck right away. We just sit there looking at the town spread out beneath us.

“Between my security cameras and drones, I keep the whole town safe,” I say, quietly. That’s one of my inside thoughts that I don’t normally share. “I’ve been doin’ it for so long I don’t know any other way to live.”

“I get that,” she responds, looking intently at me. “I think that’s the key to understanding you. Everybody in that town leans on you so hard they forget to ask who you have to lean on.”

I feel seen all over again by this fuckin’ insightful woman. She keeps finding the parts of me I normally keep hidden. She churns up fierce emotions that I’m not sure what to do with. When I can’t take it anymore, I reach across the cab, slide my hand through her hair and kiss her. She feels and tastes like a woman should and in that instant, I know this is what’s been missing in my life. Not a woman, this woman.

And someone in heaven must be looking out for me because she not only kisses me back, but she also comes across the seat and settles into my lap. I slide my seat all the way back to make room for her and she literally makes herself comfortable against the hard ridge of my cock.

When she cups my face in her hands and kisses me, it feels like the world just tilted on its axis. No matter how this night ends, I know my life will never be the same again.

She pulls my pants open and I’m there for it. Maybe I wouldn’t have wanted our first time to be in a vehicle, like we’re teenagers. But I think it’s more important to give the lady what she wants. I run my fingers through her soft folds to find she’s dripping wet for me. It’s the emotional bonding and the kissing, I decide. That’s what did it. It has to be. Beth is so young and fresh and eager that it’s hard to tell her no.

I’ve been with a lot of women in my time, but nothing compares to being with a woman who sees me and is as desperate for me as I am for her. It’s a heady experience.

I rip her delicate panties off and push her dress up and over her head. When she settles over my hips, I run one hand up her back and trail kisses along her neck and chest.

“Conrad,” she says breathlessly. Hearing her use what she called my old money name wrecks me so badly that I have to stop and press my forehead to hers. No one has called me that in years.

“You keep right on sayin’ my name like that,” I whisper. “I love how my name sounds on your lips, sugar.”

“What do you want from me?” she asks, rubbing her soft pussy against my naked cock.

I recline the seat and tell her, “I want you to pleasure yourself on my thick cock. Take what you need. Watchin’ you enjoy yourself would make me a happy man tonight.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with me being on top?” She braces one hand on my shoulder and wraps the other around my cock, stroking me nice and slow. She watches my face to see what it does to me. Whatever she finds there makes her smile like the Cheshire cat.

“I’m better than okay. This feels like Christmas fuckin’ mornin’ and winnin’ the lottery all in the same day.”

She rises up on her knees over me, with all that strawberry hair falling around her bare shoulders. The moonlight shining in through the windshield makes her skin look pale and almost translucent. It’s so tempting to put her under me right there.

“Sit back and let me do all the work,” she purrs.

“You’re an energetic little bunny tonight, darlin’.”