Free Flanked by Cat Johnson

staff. Outside the front doors, where they luckily didn’t encounter any of the other riders, she followed him to his truck. He clicked open the locks and opened the passenger door for her. He saw her safely closed inside and then walked around.
    Finally, he sat in the driver’s seat and glanced at her. He leaned closer and then halted.
    What the hell? She’d thought they’d passed the tentative awkward should-we-or-shouldn’t-we stage. “Garret. Please. Just fuck me. I know you want to and I’m not a virgin, I promise.”
    After the look of surprise she’d come to expect from him whenever she said anything, he let out a short laugh. “Thank God for that. Aaron would really kill me then.”
    “He’ll never know.”
    After a moment of silence, he nodded and reached for the glove compartment. “Okay.”
    “Okay?” It was that easy to get him to agree to this? Maybe she should ask for something a little more elaborate too, like that sixty-nine that had been on her mind since this afternoon.
    “Yup.” He took out and tore open a box of condoms. “Sit on your knees and face the window.”
    The man kept a whole box of condoms in his truck’s dashboard compartment? Garret did have a naughty side. Good to know, and extra good she’d finally gotten him to show it to her. But now that he was on board with the fucking, he was being kind of bossy about it.
    “I’m not sure I agree to that position.” She frowned.
    He already had his belt open and his jeans unzipped, but he paused to glance at her now. “Trust me.”
    With a sigh, she did as she was told. There was a bit of fumbling behind her and then Garret was pressing close. His mouth was near her ear as she felt his cock between her legs.
    “This way I can touch your clit at the same time. Okay?” He wrapped his hand around her waist, sliding it down low on her belly, heading for the spot that still craved attention.
    “Yes. Very okay.”
    The wide head of his cock nudged at her. She was so wet one good thrust would have him fully seated inside. Finally, she would be filled. This was what she’d been craving. This was what she needed.
    When he pushed in, the sensation had her bracing her palms flat on the door and pressing back against him. She tilted her head to the side as Garret ran his tongue up her throat. He rocked into her slowly as he found her clit again with his hand.
    “Don’t be gentle, Garret.”
    He laughed against her neck and pushed into her harder. “Okay, but tell me if I hurt you.”
    She moved one hand to the ceiling as she rocked back against him. “You won’t.”
    “But your leg’s bandaged.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pounded into her again, harder this time, even as he asked the question.
    “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a new tatt.”
    “A tattoo?” He groaned. “I wanna see.”
    “See later. Fuck me now.” She gasped.
    “Gladly.” He sounded as breathless as she felt.
    Garret pulled her hips toward him. He bent her at the waist so her forehead rested against her forearm on the doorframe below the window and pistoned into her, finally giving her what she needed—a good, hard fucking.
    He reached around and found her piercing again, pressing the metal against her clit as he pounded into her. Her body tightened again, gripping his cock inside her. “I’m going to come.”
    “I know.” Garret moaned and leaned harder against her back. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
    “It feels so good. Keep going. Please, don’t come yet.”
    He laughed. “I’m not even close.”
    As the windows began to steam up and the seat squeaked, loud and rhythmically in time with the sounds of slapping flesh, he pounded her straight into another orgasm until she was a writhing mass of sensations. Then, amazingly, he kept going. Silver didn’t complain or mind. It had been far too long since she’d done this.
    She didn’t know how long he plunged into her from behind before he finally held deep and roared