When his mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention he’d just given the other, I forgot what I was saying, or what I’d been about to say. I was reminded when his hips flexed against mine, giving me the friction I wanted in the exact place I wanted it.
“Then fuck me like a man. Whatever the hell that means.” My arms wound around his head and my fingers wove into his hair, smoothing through it or pulling it based on whatever his mouth and hips were up to. “Take me out into the woods, throw me up against a tree, and show me what this screwing like a man thing is all about because right now . . .” He’d just gotten to the nipping part again. My back sprang into an arch, inadvertently creating more friction in the space between my legs. I could feel it—my orgasm was starting to spiral. “I don’t care how you do it, just so long as you do.”
Boone nodded once as his head lifted above mine. His eyes were wild, his expression the same. His lips were dark and wet, his breathing rushed and shallow. “I don’t want to hurry. I don’t want to rush. I don’t want to feel like we’re moments away from getting caught or like we’re doing something wrong. I want to take my time. I’m sick of feeling like I’m two minutes from sharing my last ones with you.”
I bobbed my head in agreement, knowing I would have agreed to him tying me up to a tree and painting me in honey before doing whatever other freaky things the freaks of the world performed, just so long as sometime tonight, I got to feel him inside me. “Sounds good. Perfect. Why are we still standing here when the woods are over there?”
Boone’s face shifted into a smirk as he stared at me spread out on the hood of my dad’s car. “You’ve always been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Clara.” The backs of his fingers ran down the length of my cheek. “That still hasn’t changed.”
I was just sitting up as he was winding his arms around my back when a pair of headlights appeared down the road. They started out small and became large so quickly, whoever was behind the wheel of that thing had to have been cruising. We barely had time to adjust our bodies and clothes before the car slowed to a crawl and swung around us. It was a gun-metal Jaguar. A couple of heads popped out of the open windows.
“Hee-haw!” Ford’s drunken voice echoed around us. “I see I wasn’t the only one worked up into a hot and bothered mess after seeing your sister’s fine titties flashed in my face.”
Boone’s body went rigid in my hold, his expression shadowing in a familiar way. “You’re lucky to still have the use of your jaw after what you pulled, Ford. Keep jabbering, and I won’t show the same level of restraint I showed back there.”
When Ford’s gaze drifted to me, all flushed and clothes twisted around me, his expression turned sour. He looked away like he was disgusted. I looked away from him because I felt the same.
“Hey, Boone!” one of the guys stuffed into the backseat hollered out the window. “This whole time I’ve been curious about your sister being a natural redhead.” He stuck his head out and waggled his brows. “Let’s just say my curiosity has been sufficiently squashed.”
Boone lowered me to the ground quickly and rounded the back of the Chrysler. I didn’t need a glass ball to know where this would go, and I also didn’t need one to know that no matter who might have started it or how many were pitted against him, Boone would take the fall for whatever went down tonight.
Rushing around the car faster than him, I said, “It’s a Friday night, guys. Why don’t you all just go jerk yourselves off like you usually do, before making a bowl of popcorn and watching your old football games for the millionth time as you relive the glory days?”
The loud mouth still hanging out the back window shook his head at me. “Nah, I’d rather go find myself that fire-crotch and play hide-the-hot-dog.” A round of chuckles rang inside the car. “God, there sure wouldn’t be a shortage of hiding spots with the tits and ass on that thing.”
Boone charged ahead, not saying a word, but that was how he did it. Why waste words when talking wasn’t what he had in mind?
I threw out my hand, splaying it against his chest. It shouldn’t have stopped him, but somehow it did, albeit temporarily I knew.
Since the guys in the car didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave and Boone wasn’t going to tolerate much more of those assholes talking about his sister, that left the responsibility of forging a peaceful resolution to this stand-off in my not-so-capable hands.
The only option I could think of wasn’t exactly peaceful, but I was hopeful it would get Ford to screech off and leave us alone. Leaning over, I removed one of my shoes and moved toward the back of Ford’s car. All eyes shifted to me, most of them staring like they had no idea what was coming next. To me, it seemed pretty straight-forward.