“But we’re right here. I can drive myself—” She broke off with a wispy moan when he sucked her earlobe between his teeth again.
“If I don’t end up inside you within the next two minutes, I’m gonna fucking self-combust.”
“Ooh.” Angling her head back, she offered him a cheeky smile. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He slapped her ass with one hand while he used the other to yank open his truck’s passenger door. After assisting her in, he hurried to the other side and hopped behind the wheel.
“Do you always leave your engine running while you’re off instigating bar fights?”
“Chevy’s in the backseat. Can’t get any better theft deterrent than him.” Not that his dog would do anything more lethal than lick a potential car thief to death, but the Great Dane’s intimidating size made up for his lack in other areas. Dante shifted out of park and cruised toward the farthest end of the lot, where they would be safe from prying eyes. “And for your information, I didn’t start that fight in there.”
“I know.” She hesitated for a moment before peeking at him. “Thank you for helping me out. You seem to be doing that a lot.”
“You sound like you’re not exactly happy about that.”
She fiddled with the strap of the seat belt. “I don’t like the idea of relying on anyone but myself.”
He grunted. “So I’ve noticed.”
Her silence stretched between them again before she cleared her throat and released the shoulder strap. “I guess I’ve just always found it easier that way. Less likely for me to be disappointed.”
The softness in her tone dragged his focus to her profile. “How so?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. It’s not important.”
Whenever a woman uttered those three words, the opposite proved to be true. He had enough female relatives to know the wisdom of that fact. He slipped the gear into park and turned toward her. “Tell me.”
“I was under the impression we snuck over here to fool around.” Leaning forward, she struggled out of her coat.
He wanted to press her further, but the sight of her nipples straining against her thin cable-knit sweater leached his brain of all other thought. “Jesus. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
“Nope.” She kicked off her snow boots before unzipping her pants and shimmying from them along with her bikini underwear.
He sat there like a dumbass moron for a full twenty seconds before snapping to his senses and fumbling with the buttons on his fly. Flipping up the padded divider that acted as a center armrest, he scooted toward the middle of the bench seat and reached for Lilly. Awarding him a saucy smile, she swung a leg over his hip and straddled his lap. “I like to call this kitty style.”
Laughing, he reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward. While he divested Lilly of her top and nuzzled her cleavage, she freed his cock and stroked his length. He shifted sideways and laved her nipple, loving the way it pebbled against his tongue. Her taste was addictive. Consuming. Plumping her breasts between his palms, he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. “Someday soon I’m gonna find out precisely how awesome it is fucking this cleavage.”
Her mouth crooked at one corner. “You think so, huh?”
“Yeah, amongst other things.”
“Sounds like a lot of empty talk to me.” Reaching between them, she guided his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy and bore down. Warm, wet heat encased him in a slow glide. She started to move faster but winced when her kneecaps banged into the seat. “This is less comfortable than I thought it’d be. Not to mention your dog is staring at me. It’s kind of giving me a complex.”
“Turn away from me, so you’re facing the windshield.”
“Ooh, good idea.” With a little maneuvering, she shifted around and leaned forward to grip the dashboard as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. The new position gifted him with a mouthwatering view of his cock tunneling through her wetness. The spike of possessive hunger he’d experienced earlier returned with a vengeance. Growling, he clasped her hips and pumped into her deeper. She gasped, her pussy fluttering around him. Never loosing his rhythm, he banded one arm across her waist and pulled her against him. His free hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy from the front, his thumb slicking over her clit. Her head fell back against his shoulder. “Oh God, Dante.”
The way she groaned his name made him thicken inside her even more. It took a moment to realize what was happening as his cockhead swelled to the point it felt like it was ready to burst. He’d never once experienced a mating knot. The fact it was happening now—with Lilly—without even marking her with his bite, for Christ’s sake, might have freaked him out if he’d been able to concentrate on anything besides how fucking good she felt stretched tight around him.
She must have noticed the significant change in his girth because she jerked her head up. “Uh, Dante, what’s going on in there?”
It took some doing not to laugh at her choice of words. “Shh. It’s okay. Just give me a minute.”
“But—”
The last thing he wanted to have to do was explain to her what was going on, and the possible ramifications of why, so he caressed her clit again, hoping it would distract her. It seemed to do the trick. A sexy whimper escaping her, she wiggled in his lap. She arched her back suddenly, her fingers digging into his thighs. A strangled noise that sounded suspiciously like meooooow choked from her as her whole body tensed. The tiny muscles in her pussy contracted, milking him with enough force to make him come with her. Shuddering, he held her tighter as they both rode out the waves of their powerful orgasms.
A moment later she slumped on top of him, apparently content to let him stay buried inside her. Fortunate, considering the mating knot hadn’t yet diminished enough to allow him to pull out. As he listened to their heartbeats beating in perfect syncopation, he couldn’t help a chuckle from breaking loose.
She popped one eye open and squinted at him fiercely. “Don’t even say it.”
He waited for her eyes to drift back shut before allowing his grin full rein. “I made you meow.”
She pinched his thigh hard enough to earn his yelp. Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “Yeah, but just you wait until I make you howl.”
Chapter Ten
Twenty minutes later, Dante rounded the bend in his drive and stared at the four vehicles blocking his way. He shifted his scrutiny to the front porch. Sure enough, Shane, Theo, Jamie and Tess were huddled near the door, clouds of cold air puffing from their mouths. More than likely, the only reason the rest of the Morgan clan wasn’t here was because they hadn’t been able to duck out of work.
Thank Christ for small miracles.
On the one hand, he was happy the scene back at the Bowl ’N’ Brew had done the trick, but he wasn’t such a glutton for punishment to welcome the idea of fielding all of his relatives’ incredulous demands at once.
Drawing a deep breath, he pulled next to the shed and killed the engine. Every eye was trained on him as he climbed from the vehicle and stepped aside, allowing Chevy to leap from the cab. Rather than going to greet their visitors in his typical enthusiastic fashion, the dog skulked around the corner of the house, presumably to stash his bone someplace safe before someone might steal it. Left to deal with the gang on his own, Dante approached the porch.
“What the hell, dude?” Theo demanded before anyone else had a chance to speak up.
Jamie offered Dante an accusing stare. “So you adopted a cat, huh?” She grimaced. “Oh man, I don’t even want to know what you’re planning to do with those cat toys.”