Talk Me Down. Victoria Dahl

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      Her sigh filled the truck as she worked her fingers into his hair and rocked her hips faster.

      “Ben. Yes. Oh, yes. I’ve wanted this for so long. Ever since that night. I saw you and I wanted to be her. I wanted to be on my knees for you, taking all of you into my mouth.”

      Holy shit. He knew his fingers were digging too hard into her waist, but he couldn’t stop them, just as he couldn’t stop his mouth from being too rough. He scraped his teeth over her pebble-hard nipple and Molly keened. When he reached up her back to ease one hand into her hair, to hold her tight to his lips, Molly moaned in eager approval.

      He knew she was close to coming, the friction of her rubbing driving even him close to the edge, and Ben’s mind was a writhing mess of conflicting ideas. He wanted to push her further, make her come screaming, and he wanted to lift her up and unzip his jeans and sink deep inside so they could come together. He wanted to gather her up and take her into her house and do this right, on a bed, in private, for hours.

      And, Jesus, he wanted her talking to him the whole time.

      “Ben,” she panted.

      “Yes.”

      “Please, I’m…Oh, God.”

      He moved to the other breast, licking more softly this time, knowing just what he wanted. And he got it.

      Molly began to beg. “Ben, please. Please. I’m so close.”

      Her fingers wound tight into his hair, demanding and pleading. He refused to give in until she began sobbing his name over and over. Finally, he sucked hard and pressed her carefully between his teeth.

      She drew in a long, rough breath and raised one hand to the ceiling to press her body harder against his cock. All her muscles tensed into long, shaking lines…and then Ben saw stars and she was screaming and the world exploded into color and…and sirens?

      Caught at the very edge of an orgasm, Ben looked up and saw one of her clutching hands pressed high, right against the light controls of his truck. Sirens blared, blue and red beams danced and jumped off the front of her house. And the neighbors’ houses.

      “Oh, fuck.”

      She was still shuddering against him.

      “Molly. Molly!” He tried to flick the switches, but her fingers wouldn’t move. “Move your hand, Moll!” She moved the wrong one, letting go of his hair.

      Finally, he was able to push her loosening hold away from the box and turn off the light-and-sound show. But it was too late, of course. Porch lights were coming on as far as five houses up the block. He wondered if the loud speaker had been on.

      Shit, shit, shit. One more second and this would have ended in a high-school-era orgasm for him, too, and now he had to think his way out of this? Ben snatched up her sweater and tugged it over her head. Her eyes blinked at him above the turtleneck.

      “You’d better get dressed, sweetie. We’re about to have company.”

      He saw the exact moment that awareness flashed to life in her clouded gaze. Her eyes got bigger, rounder, and then she forced her arms into the sleeves and yanked everything down over her unfastened bra.

      “Oh, God, I’m sorry.” Her voice shook. “I’m so sorry.”

      “It’s all right, Molly. It’s okay. Calm down.”

      “No, it’s not!”

      Several dark shadows huddled on stoops, stomping their feet and craning their necks. “I don’t think anyone even noticed. Just get your coat on and I’ll walk you to your door.”

      “No one noticed?” She started to look around, so Ben gathered up her white coat and handed it to her.

      “Here. Your hat’s under my foot, can you reach it?” That busied her long enough for most of the neighbors to give up on the winter show and go back inside to spy from the window.

      He didn’t know why he was trying to protect her. The Thursday edition of that pitiful ink-jet excuse for a paper would reveal all. But it didn’t seem right that her pleasure should end like that, tripping over mortification and regret.

      The thought made him cringe in memory, though it was just habit at this point. Molly was here now to replace that old incident with new, more spectacular disasters. He’d probably care more once his dick gave up hope and eased its monopoly on his blood flow. But right now everything seemed okay, because Molly was gorgeous and flushed and confused and still perched half on his lap.

      “Molly?”

      “Yeah?”

      She looked up from tugging on her hat, and he caught her in a simple, soft kiss. “I had fun tonight.”

      “Oh,” she sighed, eyes closed, lips turned up in a secret smile. “Oh, so did I.”

      There was nothing to be done, so Ben walked her to her door, gave her a quick lecture because she’d forgotten to lock it, declined her invitation to spend the night, then told her to sleep well. She assured him that she would.

      Whatever his regrets, Ben walked back to his truck feeling glad that one of them was in for a peaceful, sated night.

      

      UNBELIEVABLE. Molly Jennings was out of control.

      An owl screeched from somewhere close by, probably irritated with the human hiding in the moon shade of the trees, scaring all the prey away. But the shadow watching Molly didn’t budge.

      The girl had just had sex in a truck, in public, with a man she barely knew. She’d been in Tumble Creek all of, what? Four days?

      She didn’t even look ashamed of herself as she closed her front door. Hell, she probably knew she’d been watched, and had enjoyed it all the more. It would be in keeping with her personality. Always drawing attention.

      Perhaps she slept with strange men in public all the time. Perhaps she’d screwed all the patrons in the bar tonight before leaving with Chief Lawson.

      Damn it.

      She probably felt safe here, living a charmed life in these mountains, but the razor peaks and icy nights had broken thousands of men over the centuries. It would be easy enough to change her mind about returning to this town.

      The lock-pick gun shifted in the black bag, heavy as a gold bar but so much more valuable. People—single women in particular—locked their doors at night and felt secure, but that was pure ignorance. Every locksmith owned one of these gadgets that could open any cheap lock. Every locksmith…and every police department.

      Molly would sleep soundly tonight, satisfied with her evening’s fun, and she’d have no idea of her vulnerability. No idea that someone could stalk through her house with no fear, even stand over her bed and watch her sleep.

      But she would realize her ignorance soon enough. Her female instincts would try to warn her, niggling СКАЧАТЬ