Savor Me

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" I ask Hunter after a few minutes of driving. I live in a small town, where crime is predominately limited to cattle theft, but it's not completely impossible that this man is a country psychopath who is going to take me into the woods and kill me.

"Where do you want to go?" He smiles over at me without taking his eyes off the road.

"Can you just take me home? I live just off Montgomery Street. I'll get Lydia to take me back for my car tomorrow."

"No problem, sugar."

I internally groan at his ridiculous term of endearment. "Thanks, Gramps."

He laughs. "Speaking of, you never answered my question. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Really? You look like a kid! I'm going to need to see some ID, and I'm not talking about the fake one you use to get into bars."

"And what exactly am I going to be doing that requires me to be carded first?"

"Absolutely nothing until I see an ID."

"Oh good, then I definitely won't be showing you," I say, staring at the window.

"Please just tell me you're at least eighteen."

"I'm twenty-two," I repeat. "Why the hell is age so important to you anyway?"

"I'm twenty-four and you look like you're seventeen. The last thing I want to do is pick you up from high school on Friday afternoons."

"What the hell are you talking about? You are taking me to my apartment and dropping me off. I can get my own ride home from school on Friday." I pause and watch his eyes go wide before I continue, "You know, if I hadn't graduated four years ago!"

I know I look young. My entire life, everyone has told me that—even when I was young. I'm five foot three with a petite figure and a baby face. I'm sure I'll appreciate those things one day, but for now, it's kind of annoying. I try to make myself look more my age, but obviously it doesn't help. My blond hair is cut into an angled bob and I have a few dark stripes around my face that make my hazel eyes pop. My solid B-cups don't help my case either, so I have the girls tucked into very padded push-up bra tonight.

"You're really twenty-two?"

"Are you really asking this question again?" I huff. "Yes, I am twenty-two!"

"You want to grab some food before I take you home?" he asks, suddenly changing the subject.

My head snaps over to his. "What? Why?"

"Um, because I'm hungry? I figured that would be obvious by the whole 'grab some food' thing."

"You don't even know my name, you thought I was still in high school, and you helped me escape my crazy-ass sister. And now you want to buy me dinner?"

"You forgot the part where you rudely assumed I have a small cock." He winks and pulls into the all-night diner parking lot.

"I still stand by that too. You're hot as fuck and drive a truck like this... Your dick must be microscopic."

He begins laughing. "Or maybe I just like to ride in a nice truck with my disgustingly huge cock. Ever think of that?"

"Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I go to open the door when he grabs my arm.

"Lacey, just so you know, I do know your name. I also have every intention of showing you exactly how right I am tonight. I knew it from the moment you stalked me across the bar. What you don't know is I spotted you long before you saw me. Now, if you will just swear to me you are really twenty-two and I'm not going to end up in jail for tearing that shirt off your body, I would greatly appreciate it."

Very slowly, I reach into my bra and remove my driver’s license, never taking my eyes off his. He takes it from my hand and gives it a quick glance-over before tossing it over his shoulder into the back seat.

"Perfect," he says, launching himself across the truck. He doesn't waste a second grabbing my head and slamming his mouth into mine.

I'm usually the aggressor in sexual situations. I like to be in control, but in this minute, I am all too happy to let Hunter Coy have his way with me. His hand instantly snakes up my shirt, pulling my bra down so he can palm my bare breast. His warm hands roughly squeeze, causing a moan to escape and a smile to spread across his face.

"You’re going to have to do better than that. I like it rough," I encourage him.

"Oh, you mean like this?" He drops his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. It's not a sensual suck. It’s almost painful, but I love every second of it. He reaches behind me and snaps my bra open, allowing him more room to play.

A car pulls up beside us. Hunter tries to move away, but I stop him first. "Where the hell are you going? This just got interesting.”

"Lacey, they could be watching. I'm not flashing them your boobs."

"Your truck is at least fifteen inches higher than that car. They would need a ladder to see in here, and if they are that dedicated to watching us, they deserve a decent show." I drag my tongue up his neck.

"Shit, okay. Can we at least take this to the back seat? It's a bench and doesn't have this damn console in the middle."

"Yes, please. God bless the extended cab!" I exclaim, diving over the seat.