Braving The Storm: An Age Gap, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge Book 2)
Braving The Storm: Chapter 25

“Idid some searching online. I looked up that thing you were talking about.” Briar leans forward to turn the stereo down.

“What thing was that?” I say. Hooking one wrist on the wheel, I steer us down the mountain road.

At first glance, I wonder what this could be about. Then I notice that Briar is squirming. Oh, it’s definitely a sex thing.

The cocky asshole inside my chest crows with smug satisfaction.

“When you asked me what I didn’t want to have happen, or what my dislikes were.”

“Ahh. Your limits.”

“Yup. Those.” She shuffles around and shoots me a quick sideways peek through long eyelashes.

“And?” I fail at any attempt to wrestle the grin off my face. My grip flexes around the steering wheel as we head back down the mountain after our day at the ranch.

A day when Briar spent the entire time undressing me with her big doe eyes.

“No painful stuff.” She ticks off a finger. “There were lots of things on the list I found online that were about causing pain, or experiencing pain, and I definitely don’t want that.” She shudders with a grimace.

Fuck, she’s cute.

I hum in acknowledgment. “Fair. Not everyone enjoys that.”

“Do you?” Her eyes bounce over me. Curious energy bounds around the cab of my truck.

“Ahh, points for trying, but we’re talking about you, remember.” Goddamn, if I don’t love that she’s intrigued, though.

She nibbles the inside of her lip, and I see a little flush start to dust her cheekbones when I shoot a look her way.

“No peeing or anything like that.” Her nose wrinkles as she ticks off another finger.

That makes me chuckle.

“No blindfolding, or stuff along those lines either.”

Shifting my hold on the wheel, I reach over until my hand replaces her thigh, and she jumps a little.

“That’s good,” I say, trying to sound sane and level-headed and not like I want to explode with desire knowing that this girl has been searching for things she might or might not like me to do to her.

Fuck knows when she’s had a chance to do any looking online, but my dick is very enthusiastic about this conversation.

“I’m proud of you for figuring some of that out for yourself. As a start, that’s perfect.”

Briar ducks her chin and wriggles a little more, hearing me say those words. Knowing the asshole my adopted brother was, I’m sure this girl has never had anyone tell her they’re proud of her before. Bunch of dickwads, the entire lot of them.

“You like to watch, so no taking that away. Got it.” I run my tongue over my teeth. As much as it’s about letting her have more of what brings pleasure—letting the little voyeur hiding inside Briar out to play—I’m no therapist, but it doesn’t take a genius to suspect there are some deeper trust issues if she’s not interested in being blindfolded.

“What about being restrained?” I press for a little more since we’re already on this path, allowing my fingers to sink into the softness of her thighs.

Her cheeks develop deeper spots of rouge.

“You’re sitting there squirming, darlin’.”

Briar makes a tiny noise, one that might be part protest, part agreement, and I’m not sure if she even knows which of the two she really means right now. Although, after the eyes she’s insisted on giving me all day, I’m long beyond caring what her brain might be saying about all this.

“Want me to pull over and take care of that ache?” As my eyes stay focused on the road, I allow my fingers to wander up the inside of her leg, exploring a little higher.

Her weight shifts, the luscious swell of her thighs rub together, trapping my hand in place, and I know the moment she gives up any last lingering doubts, if there were any still rolling around her mind. That mouth of hers hangs open, ever so slightly.

“You want to learn something, darlin’?” My voice dips low.

Briar nods, eyes bouncing all over me from her end of the bench seat.

“Well, how about you show me your wrist.”

“Here.” She breathes, a little shakily, but slides back the sleeve of my goddamn jacket to reveal that band of leather sits neatly in place. Just where it should always be.

“Good girl.” Yeah, she damn well loves those couple of words judging by that heavy swallow and the way her chest rises and falls faster.

“Out here?” Her teeth sink into the curve of her lower lip.

“Right out here, darlin’. That cuff is on, and goddamn, I need you wrapped around my dick.”

Her eyes dart around, as if there’s even the slightest chance another soul might see us. Meanwhile, something pounds a heavy beat quietly through the speakers, forming a background soundtrack to this moment, but I couldn’t even tell you what song is playing because all I can hear is my own blood rushing and hurtling around my body.

“You want to be full of my cock?” Inside my jeans, I’m lengthening and thickening at the thought of how this is gonna go.

“Please.” She shifts and turns toward me.

“Then give me those pretty lips, you’re gonna put that perfect little mouth to use. I wanna feel you suck me down while I enjoy using your throat.” I shift my hand from her thigh, to hook the front of her jacket and tug, or more accurately demand, she shifts closer, to lead her in my direction.

Briar sucks in a sharp breath, hearing my rough-coated words and feeling the weight of my command.

“How…”

“Slide on over here and take me out.”

My perfect girl pauses, sheds the jacket first, then does exactly as I ask, a little hesitantly, but there’s no mistaking the spark of curiosity and lust in her dark eyes.

“That’s it.” I encourage her as she nestles at my side and reaches for my waistband. Adjusting my hips allows her nimble fingers to make quick work of my belt buckle, button, and fly, and Jesus, I’m insanely hard and already leaking. All the ways I want to have this girl in my truck are downright depraved, but hell, she looks like a goddamn dream perched beside me on this worn old bench seat.

“Don’t crash.” Briar sneaks me a flirty little glance as her tiny fist reaches out to push the waistband of my briefs down, allowing my cock to spring free.

With one hand, I slide my fingers into her silky hair, tightening my grip as I keep my eyes on the road. Hearing her gasp and let out a small moan, well, I’m already damn near feral as it is, and that just unleashed something even more wild.

“Ask nicely, baby, and I might even let you have a taste of us both afterward,” I growl.

She hums and lets me guide her head down, bracing herself over my lap, and fucking hell. One fist wraps around my length, and her fingers dig into my thigh, and I have to fight to stay focused on not losing control of this truck as her perfect fucking mouth closes around my leaking tip.

“Christ, darlin’…” My fingers thread a firmer hold in her hair, but I let her take it at her own pace. This is the first time she’s giving road head, and who knows, it might even be the first time she’s properly sucking dick.

“Keep that throat nice and relaxed for me, imagine it’s your wet little cunt I’m pushing into. Think about how much you love feeling me stretch you and slide deeper each time you drop down.”

The whimpering noises she’s making with her lips wrapped around my length send shudders right through me. My balls are already tingling, tightening with each heated, plush slide of her mouth, coating me in saliva.

“So fucking perfect, sucking me like you were made for this. Is that all you were made for? To take my cock anytime I want? Maybe I’ll just play with you like this, keep you in my lap like my dirty little secret while you choke on me.”

Briar’s grip tightens on my leg, and she makes a desperate noise, humming and slurping, getting messier the more I talk her through it.

“Fffuckkk. Give me that pretty little tongue. Let me feel you swallow all of me.” As she continues to bob up and down, adjusting and sinking deeper, lapping and hollowing her cheeks around me, I feel her spit start to trickle down my length, and her tongue running along my shaft is like a trip into the heavens. She starts moaning softly as my cock swells to fill more and more of her hot little mouth.

A series of sweet little noises that tell me just how turned on my girl is right now. God, I bet she’s absolutely dripping.

As much as it’s tempting to see this through to the point where I fill her throat and spill right here right now, with my balls already drawing tight in anticipation of unloading and coating her tongue with my cum, I’m feral for the feeling of having her squeezing and coming all over my dick again.

I steer us off the roadside into a shingled pull-over area, beyond giving a fuck if there’s a tiny chance of someone driving past this remote part of the mountain. It’s unlikely as shit that anyone would be venturing around here at this time of evening, and there’s no way I’m waiting until we get back to the cabin for this.

Briar pops off with a wet, sloppy noise as she feels the truck stop with a jolt, a glazed expression lingers in her lust-blown eyes as she looks around, a little confused. I pinch her chin, dragging her to my mouth, and devour every horny noise drifting past those swollen lips, every hint of the taste of me lingering on her tongue.

“Such a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” Nipping her bottom lip between my teeth, I tug and draw another delicious sound that rockets straight to my dick. “Secretly turned on by being used. Loving having my cock in the back of your throat, hmm?”

“Why did we stop?” Briar gasps and pants wildly into my mouth. I love how damn responsive she is, how eager she is to enter into the arena with all my depravity and match it round for round.

“Because your sweet cunt is calling my name, little thorn… and waiting isn’t my style.”

I quickly tuck myself back in my briefs, leaving my jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loose, and then pop my door open. Those dark eyes widen, watching me exit the truck.

Her head whips around, craning to look one way and then the other at the empty gravel road winding around the corner above and below us before turning back to meet my expectant gaze. The tall pines make everything seem a lot darker, like the night has closed in with stealth and cunning wrapping around the tall timbers of dense forest coating this part of the mountain.

“We can’t…” She gasps.

“That cuff staying on, or coming off?” Reaching in, I hook a palm behind each knee and drag her ass along the seat to my open door.

For a long second, while blood rushes mad and wild in my ears, she allows her eyes to flicker down to the leather wrapped around her wrist. Fuck it, I don’t want to push anything, but I’m also possibly gonna lose my damn mind if she unfastens that strap.

She swallows heavily, then leans forward to hook her arms around the back of my neck.

“Fuck, you’re my kinda insanity, darlin’.” I scoop her against my body, lift her out of the truck, and sink our mouths together as she melts into me.

This time, her fingers tangle in my hair, and she thrusts her tongue in time with mine, letting all the unrestrained sounds of pleasure burst into my mouth and dance on my tastebuds.

I walk us to the hood of my truck, and seat her on the warm metal above the motor. Knowing exactly how I want to devour this girl and show her all the ways she deserves to be wanted. With the kind of immediacy and urgency that doesn’t settle for waiting, or wondering, or the kind of timeline that involves boring sensible things like driving home.

This beautiful thing needs to be shown that when it comes to wanting her, I’m always going to be starving for a taste, no matter where we are.

Reluctantly, I draw back from her mouth, pressing a palm over her chest to guide her to sink back onto the hood. As I do so, I greedily drink down how flushed and kiss-bitten her lips are. The darkened shade they’ve turned, and exactly how lust-blown her pupils have become.

“Storm… stop… we can’t… not out here… what if someone sees us?”

Her words might be half-heartedly arguing, but her hips are lifting for me and allowing me to hurriedly unfasten the button and lower the zipper.

“I don’t fucking care.” My mouth is already kissing and nipping at her bared flesh. Her hips, the softness of the tops of her thighs, the curve of her stomach revealed below the shirt keeping her top half warm.

“Look at the state of you. Horny and desperate. Gushing for me and ready to soak my cock when I push these pretty thighs apart and shove inside. You’re already gonna be dripping, aren’t you?” As I let the filthy shit flooding my brain make itself known, I’m a man possessed, pulling and tugging at her jeans to get them down her thighs far enough so I can expose her cunt. But it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough. I need so much more than just a band of denim stretched taut and digging into her soft flesh, restricting me from getting to the sweetest center of her.

As her pussy is revealed, as the offending material gets tugged down over her hips and ass, my mouth is on her before I can even think. She’s glistening and swollen, and my tongue swipes along her slit, lapping up every drop of how goddamn aroused she is.

Briar lets out a string of curses and wild noises as I push my tongue against her clit, massaging over the pouty bud where it sits, needy and ready. Waiting for me to tease and torture in just the way I want to. Sucking down hard and drawing the swollen mess of her into my mouth makes her back bow up, and her fingers tangle with my hair.

“Fuck. Holy shit. Oh my god.”

That’s it, beautiful girl. Lose your fucking mind just the way I am.

I’ve managed to yank one boot along with one leg of her jeans off, stripping it clear of her ankle, and with a triumphant growl, I push her thighs wide. My mouth closes over her entrance, and I tongue fuck Briar’s sweet, drenched pussy, shoving and spearing into her repeatedly until her thighs tremble around my head. She’s whimpering and begging while spread out like a feast on the hood of my truck, and I don’t know if I’ve got anything in my veins except a pure driving, all-consuming need to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Holding her wide, digging my hold into her upper thigh, I push one finger inside and suck on her clit. She rips at my hair with a loud moan, and just as I know she’s about to detonate, I add a second finger and apply the pressure she damn well needs.

Briar falls apart. Shatters in a flood all over my face and hand as I lap up every drop. This time, she’s so out of her head, maybe it hasn’t dawned on her what just happened, or maybe my good girl has already learned that I fucking love getting to be the one and only person to ever drag this response from her body.

Whatever. She’s riding my mouth from below unashamedly, and I can’t get enough of roaming my tongue, dropping kisses and long licks all over her sweet, swollen cunt.

There’s something about being with Briar that unhinges me. More than something as torrid as the forbidden nature of us being together in the eyes of assholes who think they know shit about us. It’s like she unlocks a part of me that has never existed before. Somehow there was a Stôrmand Lane who used to exist before she came along, and then there’s the guy left standing in the embers of the fire where all that other bullshit has been burnt away.

The part of me that used to simply get off during sex and that was all it was has disappeared, that motherfucker has been incinerated in the space of only a few short days. I never used to want to see them again, never repeated a hookup, and yet here I am, ready to keep drowning in this girl gladly over and over.

Savage wanting and need takes control, with my cock straining against the front of my briefs, leaking everywhere.

Hooking her knees, I drag her body down to meet mine. Perching her ass on the very edge of the hood, I shove my briefs out of the way and fist my cock, notching at her drenched entrance.

“God. I need you deep inside.” Briar whines.

“I know. I know, baby.” My eyes drop to watch my tip wedge into her center, forcing my way in because my girl might be messy and begging for my cock, but she’s the tightest fucking thing.

“Oh, fuck.” She throws her head back as I push forward. With every inch that I sink deeper, her walls ripple and adjust to my length, and holy hell, she’s the hottest, velvety little fist squeezing me relentlessly.

This angle? Her pretty little cunt is on perfect display, and visually, it’s gonna have me rapidly losing it, seeing her stretched around me like a dream. Except, with the way I’m currently drowning in the primal need to fuck her hard and filthy, we have to move.

She protests and gasps as I wrap her tight and maneuver us around the side of the vehicle so that she’s half hanging out the door to my truck. Briar tips back onto her elbows, with her knees spread wide, and now I’ve got exactly the angle I need to drive forward and own her just like my goddamn cuff around her wrist says I do.

“Show me your tits while I fill you up so much you’re gonna feel me running down your thighs.”

My hips pump forward with the slick sound of how wet my girl is for this filling the front seat of my truck. She fumbles and drags the material up over her bra, and the soft, squeezed valley of her breasts isn’t enough. “Show me properly,” I say through a clenched jaw. Jesus. My balls are already tight and ready to spend.

Briar moans as she hooks the soft cup and pulls it down on one side. She can’t reach the other, and that’s when her head drops between her shoulders, and her eyes hit me with a hypnotic mix of panic and lust and the overwhelming sensation that she’s about to shatter for me, again.

I can’t help myself. She’s too easy to read.

“Did you hear a car, my pretty girl?” Holding her legs so tightly, she can’t squirm away, Briar makes a whining noise and claws the seat. Not wanting to admit just how much that fucking turns her on. Not wanting to dare acknowledge that deep down inside, she’s a slut for my cock being buried inside her, right out in the open, where someone could see us like this.

“Fuck yes. Grip me harder, just like that. You get more and more turned on at the idea of somebody knowing about us? You want someone to see you with your legs spread for your uncle?”

Those chestnut eyes are lust-blown, plush mouth hanging open.

Each thrust intensifies as I know she’s about to tumble over the edge.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell anyone how my dirty little niece likes it best when her uncle’s fat cock is buried deep inside her cunt.”

My girl’s spine bows off the bench seat as she trembles and shatters on a low moan.

“Do you want someone to know you’re my little fucktoy who gets wet just thinking about belonging to me?”

Briar lets out the sexiest noises, whimpering as her pussy spasms and contracts around me over and over. The heady sensation pulls me with her, dragging up all the feral praise I know she wants to hear.

How perfect she is. How I want to fuck her again the second we get home. How I spend all day thinking about her being my sweet plaything to have whenever and wherever I want.

It’s that idea, of getting exactly that and more that has me letting out a string of curses. Tension bursts at the base of my spine in a blinding rush, and before I know it, I’m shoving deep, spilling inside as she clutches the seat and gives me every single piece of her.

My thundering heart flies around and tries to escape my chest as I thrust lazily in and out, letting us both come down gradually, slowly, because I don’t know exactly what Briar is feeling right this second but if it’s anywhere approaching how I’m feeling right now, it’s goddamn perfect.

This right here, has surely got to be perfection.

A gorgeous girl who deserves the world, and somehow thinks I’m worthy of just a fraction of her time.

Someone I’m not supposed to have.

So, I do what I do best. I shove those thoughts aside and cling to the here and now as tightly as I ever did with my rope hand while trying not to get thrown off in the arena before my brief moment in the spotlight came to an end.

I pull out with a hiss, and keep holding her thighs wide in order to survey the sight of her, flushed and swollen and glistening with the evidence of being thoroughly owned.

She nibbles her bottom lip, staring at me. “Was I good enough to earn a taste?”

A wickedness settles at the corners of my mouth as I lower my head and hover just over the spot where my cum is starting to well at her entrance. Keeping my gaze on her the entire time.

“You sure were, darlin’. Let me clean you up first, then I’ll give you a taste of exactly how well you did.”