Free Tiger Born by Tressie Lockwood Page A

clapped a hand over her lips while he continued to work between her legs. She rode out the pleasure until it died down, and he stopped moving.
    Deja dragged his hand away from her mouth. “Bastard, now everybody knows.”
    Heath didn’t say anything, and she turned in his arms. Even in the darkness, she saw his need reflected in his eyes. If she didn’t get him out of there now, he would likely toss her up on the railing and take her. While that didn’t sound like a bad idea, she didn’t want to be arrested either, because there was no way she’d keep it down with his cock in her.
    “Come on. Let’s go.” She took his hand and started off. Heath followed, still saying nothing. She got that it took all his effort not to act on his desire. Deja shivered in both anticipation and nerves thinking they might not make it. She stumbled over a rock on the path, and Heath bumped her from behind. His cock seemed to strain against her ass, even through his clothes. She moved faster.
    They made it to the truck, and as she opened the door on her side, Heath grabbed her, reached beneath her dress, and dragged her panties down her legs. She yelped and looked around. The nearest people across the parking lot had their backs turned, so she quickly scrambled out of her panties and tossed them into the truck, then clambered in after them. Beside her, Heath stood gripping the door with one hand and leaning on the roof with the other. His gaze burned bright in the darkness, almost as if they held an internal illumination, but she knew it was just the moonlight reflecting in the cat’s eyes.
    She put a hand up to touch his chest but hesitated with it hovering in the air. “Heath, we should go, at least somewhere where there’s no one around.”
    He said nothing, and she held her legs tight together, knowing he would smell her come. The liquid ran from her pussy since she’d just had an orgasm, and she willed it to stop. The fact of the matter was, she wanted him again too. That one time could not satisfy the lack of satisfaction lately.
    “Heath?”
    He walked around to the other side of the truck and got in. The violent thrust of the key into the ignition told of how hard he worked to keep it together. When he threw the vehicle into gear and tore out of the parking lot, she held on for dear life. They roared down the highway, Heath gunning it. She tried to remember how long it had taken them to get to the restaurant and almost groaned when she realized it had to have been at least half an hour.
    Heath turned off the highway and headed down a back road at top speed. The route being less smooth, he hit a bump, and she bounced in her seat. One knee came up higher than she intended, and Heath swore. The next thing she knew, he’d turned into a narrow dirt lane between two high rows of corn and slammed on the breaks.
    “Come here, Deja,” he snapped, and she caught the sound of his zipper lowering in the dark cab. Deja unbuckled her seat belt and climbed across the middle divider and straddled Heath. He grasped her hips, raised her up, and brought her down on his erection. She scarcely had time to arch so his cock slid into her channel. He tangled fingers in her hair and drove her mouth to his. Hungry kisses numbed her lips in seconds, but she gave into him as he thumped deep inside her heat and invaded her mouth with his tongue. After some time, he raised his head and demanded, “Off,” and started tugging at her dress.
    She arched. “Don’t tear it.”
    “Deja…”
    “I know, baby. I know you need it.” She leaned away from him and worked her dress up her torso. Heath’s eyes locked on her bare breasts when they came into view. She hadn’t worn a bra. Rough hands played with her nipples, pinching them, squeezing her mounds. She closed her eyes and let him have his fill. Her desire climbed with each touch and with each nip from his teeth. On his lap, her pussy clenched around his dick, milking her lover until she wanted to