THIRD BASE
Knox
“She ran away from home,” Naomi said, staring out the window and clutching the bag of warm pretzels in her lap.
“She didn’t run away. She snuck out,” I argued.
“Either way, how does that make me look as a guardian? I let an eleven-year-old walk into town with a jar of mice and a computer virus.”
“Daze, you need to stop gettin’ yourself so worked up over this custody thing. Do you really think any judge in their right mind is going to decide Way is better off with her mom?”
She turned flashing eyes on me. “How about when your life choices are under a microscope by the legal system, you can decide not to get worked up?”
I shook my head and turned onto a trail barely wide enough for my truck.
“This isn’t work,” she observed.
“Not goin’ back to work yet,” I told her as we bumped along the rutted track.
“I need to get back. I have a shift that I should have already been working,” she insisted.
“Baby, you need to stop obsessing about the things you should be doing and make some time for the shit you wanna do.”
“I want to get back to work. I don’t have time for you to murder me in the woods today.”
The trees parted, and a field of tall grass opened up before us.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
“I just watched you stand up to that bully who was trying to take her shit out on a kid,” I began.
“Some people don’t know what to do with their pain,” Naomi said, looking out the window again. “So they take it out on whoever is nearby.”
“Yeah, well, I liked watching you in that excuse for a skirt standing up to a bully.”
“So you kidnapped me?” she asked. “Where are we?”
I brought the truck to a stop along the treeline and shut off the engine. “Third Base. Least, that’s what it was called when I was in high school. We used to sneak beers and hold bonfires out here. Half of my class lost their virginity in this field.”
A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Did you?”
I slid my arm around the back of her seat. “Nah. Lost mine in Laura Beyler’s barn.”
“Knox Morgan, did you bring me out here to neck when I’m supposed to be at work?”
She sounded adorably appalled.
“Oh, I plan on doing more than necking,” I said, leaning over to release her seatbelt. Task accomplished, I plucked the pretzels off her lap and threw the bag into the backseat.
“You can’t be serious. I have work.”
“Baby, I don’t joke about sex. Besides, you work for me.”
“Yeah. In your bar, which is full of PMS-ing women waiting for their pretzels.”
I shook my head. “Everyone in town knows it’s a Code Red. It’ll be a slow night.”
“I am really uncomfortable with the idea of an entire town tracking its women’s menstrual cycles.”
“Hey, we’re normalizing period shit,” I argued. “Now, get your sexy ass over here.”
Good Girl Naomi was warring with Bad Girl Naomi, but I could tell which one was going to win by the way she was biting her lip.
“Between that skirt and the way you stood up for Way, I barely managed to keep my hands off you in front of Way and your parents, and it almost killed me. We’re lucky I got us here, driving with my dick so hard there’s no blood left for my brain.”
“Are you saying you’re turned on by me yelling at people?”
“Daze, the sooner you stop talking, the sooner I can drag you across this console and make you forget all about work and shitty teachers.”
She stared at me through heavy lids for a beat. “Okay.”
I didn’t give her a chance to reconsider. I hooked her under the arms and pulled her into my lap so she was straddling my thighs, her denim skirt bunched high around her waist.
“Did I mention how much I love these skirts?” I asked before crushing my mouth to hers.
She pulled away from me. “Actually you said you hated them. Remember?”
I gritted my teeth as she grinned evilly and ground down on my cock through my jeans. “I lied.”
“This is very irresponsible of us,” she said.
I yanked the neckline of her Honky Tonk tank down, taking her bra with it so her bare tits were in my face. Her nipples were already begging for my mouth. If there had been an ounce of blood left in my brain, it headed south at that view.
“It’s more irresponsible to make me watch you work your whole shift in that fucking skirt without getting you off first.”
“I know I should be offended when you talk like that, but—”
I leaned in and took one perky, pink nipple between my lips. I didn’t need her to finish the sentence. Through my jeans, I could already feel how wet she was for me. I knew what my words did to her. And it was nothing compared to what the rest of me was capable of.
She shuddered against me once as I began to suck, and then her fingers were at my belt.
I shifted my hips to give her better access, and the horn sounded.
She gasped. “Oops! Sorry. That was my butt. I mean, my butt hitting your horn. Not like my butt.”
I found myself grinning against her breast. The woman was entertaining on more than just the most obvious levels.
Between the two of us, we managed to slide my jeans down to mid-thigh freeing my throbbing cock and only setting off the horn once more. I didn’t want to wait. I needed to be inside her and judging from the breathy little moans that were clawing their way out of her throat, Naomi was with me. I lifted her with an arm around her hips and used my other hand to guide the head of my dick right where I needed it to be, nestled against that tight, wet wonderland.
Mytight, wet wonderland.
Naomi belonged to me. For now at least. And that was enough.
With both hands at her hips, I yanked her down as I thrust up, sheathing myself inside her.
She screamed my name, and I had to run through my emergency mental gymnastics to keep from coming right then and there. Her quivering pussy had every inch of my cock in a stranglehold.
I held her there, impaled on me, as my mouth rediscovered her perfect breast. I swore I could feel the echo of each hard suck in the walls that held me captive.
It felt like heaven. It felt—
“Fuck, baby,” I said, releasing her breast. “Fuck. Condom.”
She let out a low moan. “Knox, if you move a muscle, I’m going to come. And if I come—”
“You’re gonna milk mine right out of me,” I surmised.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted. The picture of ecstasy in the late afternoon sun.
I wasn’t some teenage kid. I didn’t forget protection. Hell, not only did I have a condom in my wallet like any responsible man, I also had a handful in my glove box.
“You ever—”