Free Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander Page A

bite.
    This was going to be harder than he thought.
    He laughed under his breath at the double meaning as he closed her door and strode around to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. He was going to have to call on all his reserves of patience to give her what she wanted. What they both wanted.
    But first he had to get them the few miles to his place in one piece.
    Trudy. He could smell her all around him. Her soap-and-honey scent. No heavy perfume, just her. He watched his knuckles go white as he turned down the tire tread path that led to the old pond and his home.
    Get home. Just get home.
    “John?”
    Fuck. He needed to answer her. “Mmhmm?”
    “We haven’t officially begun yet, right?”
    That got his attention. He glanced over at her and was surprised to find she’d turned her body against her door to stare at him, a mysterious smile on her lips. “What?”
    “We don’t have any definite rules or boundaries or safe words or anything. Just a general I-have-to-do-whatever-you-want-me-to sort of agreement.”
    He didn’t answer, wondering in his lust addled brain how he would deal with her asking for more time, or stopping altogether.
    “John…” She’d moved closer. “John, stop the truck.”
    “Oh hell.” He stopped and put Loco in neutral, stomping on the parking break and nearly pushing the pedal through the floorboard in the process. “What are you trying to say, Trudy? Say it.” And put me out of my misery.
    He placed his arm on the back of the seat, facing her as much as he could in the narrow space. Trudy glanced down, taking a breath as if steeling her nerves, then met his gaze again.
    “You want me.” She sounded as if she still didn’t believe it completely.
    “Yes.”
    He saw her shiver slightly in reaction and bit back a groan.
    “And I have to give you what you want unless I say no.” She lowered her voice and slid closer to him, close enough that he could feel the heat of her skin. His body was wound so tight he could snap at any moment. Her next words were the final blow to his control. “I won’t say no if you tell me to suck your cock.”
    “Fuck, Trudy.” The words exploded out of his chest and he pressed the back of his head hard against the rear window. He couldn’t decide whether to laugh or throw something.
    This wasn’t him. This was a teenage boy who’d gotten a hold of his father’s whiskey and a bottle of Viagra.
    All he could think about was coming. All he could see was a haze of Trudy-scented need and the image of her succulent ass swaying in front of his face.
    Where was his patience now? Where was his control?
    Trudy’s hands were at his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me to do it, John.”
    He hoped he didn’t look as desperate as he felt. He slid them both over until his legs were on either side of the gearshift, giving her room to work. Had he thought this cab was big enough for him?
    “Do it, Trouble,” he rasped. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock again. It’s been a while, but I know you can take me. Make me come, baby. I need it.”
    A growling garbled shout cut off any more words he might have said when she lowered her head and took him in her mouth. Half blind with desire, he watched her move to her knees, her curls bouncing as her head bobbed in his lap.
    It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
    She hummed against his skin and he rocked his hips up, pushing into her mouth. One hand moved to tangle in her hair, his other unable to resist the temptation of her ass, lifted in the air once again by her position.
    “That’s it,” he moaned, smacking one jean-covered cheek lightly when he realized she was still clothed. “With your tongue…yes. Damn, unbutton your pants for me, baby. I have to touch you.”
    She moaned and the sound shot up his shaft like a live wire connected to his spine. She was going to kill him. Her body moved and he heard the snap and zip he’d been waiting