“Hmm . . . good point.” I chew my lip then hold up one finger. “Hold on.” I slide from my seat and circle around to the passenger side of the truck.
I open the door to find her staring at me. “What are you doing?” She laughs as I reach over her into the backseat and grab my flannel button up shirt.
“Put this on.” When she leans in, I maneuver it around her back and allow myself to get close and drink in her scent as she slips her arms through the arm holes. “Good now . . . ” I run both hands from her knee to her calf, groaning at the smooth texture of her skin, and pushing away fantasies of what her legs would feel like wrapped around my hips. Once to her foot, I slide one shoe off, massaging the arch of her delicate foot before moving over to repeat the process on the other. Fuck. I never thought of myself as a foot-fetish guy, but Trix’s feet are enough to make me curious.
“Mmm . . . that feels good.” The guttural groan of pleasure from her lips makes my dick instantly hard.
“You feel good.” Everything about her feels incredible: her voice, her touch, and her lips. Fuck . . . I need to taste her lips. I lean over and hold myself just inches from her, so close I can feel the heat of her body and absorb the vibration of her quickened breath. Her big eyes rimmed in black blink up at me, silently begging. I scoop my hand under her knees, and another behind her back, pulling her from the truck.
Her hands fly to my neck and lock there to steady herself. She doesn’t struggle or protest, but willingly gives her weight to me while I move her to the truck bed.
“Hold on, baby.” I turn my head and cringe. Shit, the endearment came so easily, and I hope it’s not too much to send her running.
She squeezes me tighter, and I release her enough to pop the tailgate and gently place her on it.
“Thank you.” She pulls the flannel around her body. Even though it’s summer in Vegas and not cold, it tends to run a little cooler in the mountains, and she’s wearing next to nothing under my shirt. “It’s so dark out here.” She looks around. “Are there bears?”
“No.” I sit up next to her, close enough that our thighs are touching. “No bears.”
She turns her eyes toward me. “So, what is it? Why are we here?” The lust in her voice is so heavy it’s all I can do to keep from pushing her back, mounting her, and fucking her senseless.
I lean in and brush my lips along her jaw to her ear. “Lie down.”
She trembles and sucks in a lungful of air. “Okay.”
Slowly she lowers herself back, and I know by her quick intake of breath she finally sees why we’re here.
“Oh my . . .”
I grin into my shoulder and lean back to lie alongside her. “Amazing, right?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” The wonder in her voice makes my chest feel light. “Wow, there are so many.”
“The lights on The Strip make the stars impossible to see, but up here, we get the unobstructed view.”
The dark sky is alight with billions of flickering stars, clusters of some that are lighter and darker, and a smattering of tiny ones that make up the Milky Way. We sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the view and the quiet company of each other.
I’ve been coming up here for a while, and after I found this clearing on a hike, I thought it would be the perfect place to come see the stars. I’d planned on bringing Eve, but after she made it clear she wanted Cameron, I decided she didn’t deserve my sharing this with her. But Trix, she makes what is already beautiful absolutely breathtaking.
She lifts her hand and paints the sky with wide brushes of her fingers. “They almost seem so close you could touch them.”
“You wanna touch one; just ask.”
She giggles as her hand continues to swipe through the sky. “I do, can you get one down for me?”
“Your wish is my command, m’lady.” I hold up my hands as if I’m aiming a shotgun, make the “cha-chic” sound of me cocking my rifle. “Look out. It’s about to rain stars.” I push an impressive explosion sound from my lips.
She laughs and shields her face from the downpour of fake stars. “Oh here, let me get a few for you too.” She holds up one delicate hand, three fingers tucked in, pointer out, thumb up. “Pitchu. Pitchu, pitchu, pitchu.”
“What the fuck you shooting with? Peas?”
She shows me her gun hand. “Peas! I’ll have you know this is a very powerful weapon.”
I shake my head, fighting the urge to pull her on top of me and taste her lips. “I don’t know. Sounded like a peashooter to me.”
“It’s not the size of the gun; it’s how you use it.” She shrugs.
“Is that right?”
“Um . . . no, actually.” She grins wide and sexy. “It’s more about the size.”
We laugh until humor fades into silence as we stare up into the sky.
“So, are you going to make out with me under the stars, or just make me lie here fantasizing about it.”