Authors: Carlene Love Flores
He caught an unforgettable look in
Trista’s eyes.
“Oh baby, I want that
too.”
His happiness at planning out
their new home seemed to bring her joy.
He quieted and after finding a comfortable spot on his side, offered her
the shelter of being tucked beneath his body.
She scooted into him as closely as she could as he pulled the top
blanket up and over their heads.
Trista
giggled from below as he undressed her.
While kissing her blindly, he found her ticklish spots again.
* * * *
She’d been giggling, delirious and happy,
and burning hot from Lucky’s expert way of stripping her down to nothing while
they lay curled up in the Jeep under the blankets.
Whose idea had it been to stuff him in here?
While she found their situation funny, and
his giggling was absolutely adorable, she couldn’t stand not having him inside
her for much longer.
The throbbing
between her thighs couldn’t get much more intense and her boobs felt like they
were going to ignite.
Poor
little things.
She tugged at the
waist band of his jeans but only got them down to his knees.
“Lucky, your legs are too long.”
He blew a long piece of his bang out of
his face and then made sure to wrap her up.
“I have an idea.
Hold on tight to
your blankets.”
She obeyed but his idea sucked because he
tugged his jeans back up and crawled out of their little love nest.
He was about to hear just how much she
disapproved until he scooped her into his arms and started walking toward the
trees and the creek.
“Where we going, baby?
The woods?”
All of a sudden, he stopped short.
“Is that okay?”
He frowned, looking down at her.
She knew why he asked.
But the remoteness that the dark gave off out
here wasn’t scary with Lucky.
He would
never let anything hurt her.
Monsters would
not stand a chance against his goodness.
“I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather
fool around with in the woods.”
She
trusted him completely.
He took a few more steps, then kneeled
and set her down on a soft patch of earth.
“I love you, Trista.
I’m going to
make love to you now. ”
If he could just see
himself from where she saw him now.
Standing so tall, kicking off his boots,
then
undoing his jeans, slipping out of them, one long lean
leg at a time.
The stars and the
moonlight were doing the sexiest things to his loose waves.
She couldn’t wait for them to fall in his
face.
“Come down here you sexy man.”
She opened up her blanket and held her
arms out wide as she lay there on the ground welcoming him.
The last
thing he chucked
off to the side were
his boxers.
Oh baby, there was a God and he had to like her to have blessed her with
this sexy angel.
Lucky was so long and
hard, she just kept licking her lips in anticipation.
The tip of his gorgeous cock was moist as he
lowered himself to his knees then spread her legs wider.
He made sure the one blanket was
protecting her backside from the mossy ground and then wrapped the other one
over his back like a cape.
“You’re beautiful, Trista Jeane.”
There was no way she was closing her eyes
now and he didn’t either as he slid the pads of his splayed fingers from her
lips, down her chin, between her breasts, past her ribs and belly button until
he settled them in her triangle of dark blonde hairs.
Looking at each other with ravenous
desire, her hips rose up as he dipped his first two fingers inside her.
Then three and four.
Foreplay was so unnecessary; she had wet her
panties back in the Jeep.
But she
encouraged him for his efforts.
“That’s
so good baby.
Now
more.”
He pulled his fingers out
from inside her for a second,
then
paused.
Her baby needed help.
She reached up and grasped his lean hips
firmly in her hands, tugging him down until she felt his hot erection grinding
against her belly.
She spread her legs
even wider, already enjoying the thrill of the sensations to come.
“Mmm, hold on,” he said to her with a
deep chuckle.
She squirmed with impatience but geez he
was so sexy.
When he dipped two of the
fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth and then pulled them out
slowly, savoring her juices, she felt her clit start to spasm.
Where had her sweet angel learned to be this
erotic?
She didn’t care; she wanted a
taste too and opened her mouth for him.
“We taste good together,” she said as he
slid his fingers from her mouth.
“Mmm-hmm.”
A wash of his warm breath spilled out across
her skin, cooling yet exciting her, making her want to wrap her legs around him
and never let him up.
“Touch me, Trista.
Help me inside you.”
His voice came out in the deepest drawl she’d
heard yet.
He dipped his head and kissed her
passionately, massaging her tongue with his.
It was the first time he’d closed his eyes tonight.
She felt between their bodies for his hard cock.
A bit of moisture already coated the tip so
she used her fingertip to massage it into his skin and then she guided him
inside her until she felt his pubic hairs flush with hers.
Lucky sucked his breath in while still
kissing her then pushed further into her.
“You feel like heaven, darlin’.”
His silky blond hair fell into his face while
he held himself up on those strong forearms of his and rocked inside her.
She’d dreamed of being that lucky girl lying
under him who brushed it out of his face but with it loose and dangling, he looked
devilishly handsome.
She squeezed her
vaginal muscles each time he thrust in.
The base of his cock rubbed mercilessly against her clitoris and set her
on the edge of orgasm spasms.
“I don’t
know how much longer I can last,” he said to her as his face became more
serious.
The truth was
,
he’d lasted so very long.
Not just with
this incredibly hot lovemaking, but since they’d first met.
He’d put up with so much from her.
She’d never felt so much like anyone’s gift
before tonight.
“Cum inside me baby.”
She couldn’t fight the urge any longer to
run her fingers through his hair so she brushed a few pieces from his face,
wanting to see what he looked like when he came.
She let him ease her right leg up as he bent
her knee to her chest and pressed deeper into her.
“Lucky,” she let out a little too loudly as
she began to feel the tickly swirling of her orgasm.
He smiled but kept his concentration.
“Oh baby.
I’m so close,” she told him.
“Look at me, Trista,” he said
panting.
She’d forgotten and closed her
eyes.
Opening them back up and staying
locked on his gaze, she saw pure, raw satisfaction staring back at her as his
mouth gaped and he thrust his cock into her the final few times.
As his cum spurted inside
her, his hips ground against hers until he was spent and finally, her own orgasm
ripped through her.
She felt
herself clenching at him as he stayed inside her.
He got the cutest little wrinkle between his
eyebrows.
“You’re amazing, Trista.”
“Thank you,” she said, playing with a
long lock of his sexy hair.
“But you’re
in trouble.”
“What?
Why?”
She smiled so he’d know she was just
playing, although the idea of an audience did make her queasy here in the
trailer park.
“I think I just saw
Gramma’s porch light turn on.
And I’m
nowhere near done with you yet.”
She locked her legs around his trim waist
when he tried to get up and go for his jeans.
“You wouldn’t,” he said.
“Oh yes, I would.”
She winked.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, darlin’.”
He hadn’t asked her to repeat the promise
this time.
Guess it was written all over
her face.
He made her feel like she was
the only girl in the world.
Epilogue
Two years
later…
The venue was packed with anxious concert
goers.
They’d arrived early as they knew
how horrible the traffic was getting into this amphitheater.
It was nearly a sixty-mile drive from their
new home, technically Lucky’s old place on his family’s land only now with a
granny flat in the back for Gramma.
And
a sewing room for her.
And a nursery for whoever might be on the way.
“Baby, I have to use the bathroom.”
“Are you gonna be sick?”
“Um, we’ll see.”
She posed with her hands up and an iffy
smile.
“We should have just invited everyone to
our place.
You know Dad and Uncle Bear
are dying to see Maryella before she’s driving.”
“You’re so silly; you know there’s plenty
of time before that happens.
I’ll be
fine.
I’ll be right back.”
She blew him a kiss and made her way through
the masses in search of the bathroom.
There had to be at least 40,000
plus fans packed in here, eagerly standing
around in the thick July air, buying t-shirts and posters, waiting in line for
concessions and the bathroom.
Oh no, that’s
the line?
Dammit
.
It wasn’t like she’d never peed herself
but not smelling disgusting and having itchy thighs was always preferable.
“Excuse me.”
She walked to the front of the ladies’ line
and tapped on a young woman’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, I’m pregnant and I really have to pee.
Can I cut in front of you?”
She should offer up Jaxon for the night but
in her heart, hoped he’d hit her over the head for even thinking it.
That was her ridiculous past she could look
back on and laugh at now.
The young
woman stood there checking her out, not looking like she was gonna make the
deal.
“I know I don’t look it but I’m one month
along.”
She should offer up Stefan.
The girls had always gone craziest for
him.
“Please,” she persisted one last
time as her bladder seemed to shrink to the size of a pea.
And then her nausea rolled in.
“Um, uh…I think I’m gonna puke.”
The threat of puke—her saving
grace
.
The young
woman stepped aside, all the while checking her out.
Inside the stall, she sat on the toilet
seat, spread eagle as best she could in case she needed to tuck her head and
vomit between her legs.
Men had it so
easy.
It only took a minute until she
knew the “any time a day it felt like striking” sickness was about to pay her a
visit.
She aimed as best she could and
hurled.
Dammit if she hadn’t missed her
mark and ruined her favorite giraffe print cloth Mary Janes.
After collecting herself, she made it to
the sink to wash up as best she could.
She was standing there rinsing her shoe when she felt a tap on her
shoulder.
It was the young woman so
terrified of being puked on she’d pissed off a whole line of full female
bladders behind them.