fingers around him. He shuddered then cupped her left breast and squeezed. As she stroked his length, he nudged her backward until she came up against the lowered tailgate of the half-ton. He lifted her up. When her butt hit the cold metal, she squeaked. A grin flashed briefly in the darkness before he took her mouth again. He parted her legs and found her already-wet pussy with his fingers.
Olivia moaned as he danced over her clit and dipped into her moistness. His hot touch ratcheted her desire even higher. Blindly she felt for his dick again even as she kissed him back with fierce demand.
He pulled away, and a deep chuckle rasped from him.
“No,” she whispered and clung to his arms.
Jake grinned again then fitted the swollen head of his cock to her dripping pussy. In one long stroke he was balls-deep inside of her.
They both groaned and bucked at the contact. Jake held still for a moment. Olivia tried to gain some kind of composure, but he overwhelmed her. His muscular body cradled hers as his thickness invaded her. The oak-sweetened musk of his sweat made her pussy throb and clench around him, eliciting another half sigh from him.
Jake tipped her chin up and kissed her softly then started a slow rhythm with his hips that soon drove her mad. Tiny pulses exploded inside her every time his skin slid against hers. His body trembled against hers, and he slammed deep inside then stilled. His breath escaped in huge gasps, and something that looked like pain creased his face. He opened his eyes and gave her a small smile then dropped his gaze to her neck. Jake picked up her owl necklace and studied it intently.
“For wisdom and protection,” she whispered when he didn’t ask.
His thumb brushed over the owl, and then he dropped his hands to her hips and gripped hard as he drove into her again.
Olivia grabbed his shoulders then his neck and thrust back for all she was worth. The night pressed in closer and darker. They were the only things that existed in the universe.
“Jake. Jake. Jake.” His name tumbled from her lips in a litany of half pleas, half demands.
She could feel her orgasm rising. He surged hard and strong within her. His hands at her hips felt like hot iron holding her down for his satisfaction while he pleasured her beyond all her imaginings.
“Jake.” This time her voice caught on a sob of need.
“Yes,” he muttered. His jaw clenched, and the tempo of his hips increased.
The need spiraled out of control, and Olivia shook and swayed as she came. Jake swallowed her scream with his kiss.
Her pussy clamped down hard, and he stilled then shuddered.
“God,” he murmured. He shook again and met her eyes. “Olivia.”
Then he came deep and hard. Olivia’s eyes widened at the hot and slick feel of his cum coating her. The unbelievably erotic sensation made her come again. Jake held her through the tremors that wracked her body until finally she wilted backward.
Slowly he pulled free of her still-clinging channel. The heated gush nearly sent her over the edge again, but the look on Jake’s face stopped her cold.
He looked tortured and oddly vulnerable. She reached out for him, but he shook his head. Olivia sat dazed and uncertain on the tailgate as he gathered their clothes. He set hers next to her then dressed swiftly.
“Jake,” she said. “Talk to me.”
He tucked his shirt into his pants and belted them before approaching her. Tenderly he slipped her shirt over her head then eased her into her pants. Olivia held on to his shoulder as she slid from the tailgate and into her boots.
His silence was unnerving. Shame bit at her, followed quickly by anger.
“Are you going to give me the silent treatment forever?”
He sighed then scrubbed his hand over his face. He looked haggard. “This won’t happen again.”
His words hit her with the force of a mortar shell. Tears threatened, but she ruthlessly blinked them away. She wanted to ask why not, but she knew. Jake Logan was a