Out of Left Field
Chapter Four
Three weeks had passed since Zack nearly lost his god damn mind kissing Scarlet’s perfect mouth. It was awkward at first seeing her, the following Monday in class and he’d wanted to pin her up against the wall and kiss her until she’d lost her ever lovin’ mind – but he didn’t. He chose to ignore her once again, chose to ignore her secret smile that was meant just for him. As the days turned into weeks Zack had regained the most of his composure when he was around her, recovered from the fact that she knows his shameful secret and slowly began treating her like every other student.
Of course once he was alone, at home he thought about her. Thought about her delectable mouth against his, her soft heated skin against his own and pictured her often naked and wanting in his bed. But that’s all it was – thoughts, fantasies. And he knew that it couldn’t be anything more than that. Sure, the small fact that she was his student should have put a stop to all the fantasies but it didn’t and Zack didn’t want to admit the reason why. Because once he did he wanted nothing more than to march over to her house and have his wicked way with her. It was just his luck that he had finally found a woman who could care less about his disability and she turned out to be a seventeen year old girl. With a shake of his head Zack continued marking essays from his junior year class, trying to rid all thoughts of Scarlet.
The country music was loud; the sawdust littered dance floor was full. Filled with woman, some wearing denim – barely there – skirts and strappy little tops that left next to nothing to the imagination and then there were some wearing denim – Daisy Duke – shorts with various blouses and t-shirts but the one thing they all had in common was the cowgirl boots. Scarlet didn’t want to be out at the Silver Spur but her cousin Darla Mae had attacked her with curling irons, make up and denim.
“Cheer up, shug.” Darla Mae spoke over the music, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “If this boy can’t see what every other man does then he’s not worth your time.” She continued dragging her to the bar.
Her cousin was right, of course. She always was. But that didn’t mean Scarlet could just move on. Forget all about Zack and forget the way he kissed her, the way he overpowered her until she was a quivering mess. It had hurt her deeply the following Monday when he’d ignored her and every day since. Scarlet didn’t know which hurt more – him ignoring her existence or him treating her like a normal student.
“Drink up heifer!” Darla Mae yelled thrusting a large tequila which she took gratefully and knocked back in one.
Relishing in the delicious burn with a goofy smile, Darla Mae quickly handed her another. And in that moment Scarlet knew that she’d spent too many days and nights not smiling, not enjoying life. And lord knows she really needed to start enjoying herself.
The large circular table in the confines of the darkest corner of the Silver Spur was full of shot glasses and beer bottles and Scarlet was about to add more glasses of tequila to the table, much to the delight of her cousins. When Darla Mae had suggested a night at the honky tonk Scarlet couldn’t have thought of a more depressing night. A night where she would have to endure watching her older cousins Darla and Dee-Ann knock back tequila and beer like there was no tomorrow, whilst she nursed a cola. But the moment they arrived Scarlet’s gaze had landed on the bar staff – Bubba Ray Reed - part time Sheriff and full time party animal. In that instant she knew the booze would be flowing and that Uncle Bubba would cut her off if he thought she was drinking too much.
“DEE-ANN!” Scarlet yelled with a goofy grin, much to her cousin’s displeasure.
“Scarlet Sissy Reed, must you embarrass poor Dee?” Darla admonished shaking her head slightly whilst trying to fight the snort of laughter that spilled out. Scarlet shrugged unapologetic and focused once again on Dee-Ann.
“I haven’t seen you since you came back from California.” Scarlet continued in between throwing back a shot. “Y’all been hidin’?”
Scarlet had a feeling this is the first time anyone had seen Dee-Ann since she came back from California. Her cousin was extremely private and preferred to stay under the radar. And nobody in the Reed family could blame her, not after what she’d been through.
“Been visitin’.” Dee-Ann shrugged before casting a curious glance behind Scarlet’s head and raising an eyebrow before she turned to Darla. “Looks like y’all won’t be goin’ home tonight Miss Darla.”
And with that Darla and Scarlet turned in their seats and craning their necks slightly before the tall, heavily muscular man came into their line of sight. Scarlet felt her face flame just at the dimpled smile he was clearly giving Darla and yet she didn’t seem fazed by him. And that was something Scarlet envied.
“Not in this lifetime!” Darla exclaimed at the top of her southern voice causing a few patrons to glance over. “Y’all up for dancin’?” she asked as Tammy Wynette’s ‘Your good girl gonna go bad’ began thumping out of the Wurlitzer.
It had been a long, agonising night for Zack, his thoughts never straying from Scarlet. He tried unsuccessfully to grade papers for four hours before he finally gave up, telling himself that he had Saturday and Sunday to grade them. Zack wasn’t sure where he was going to go or what he was going to do with himself but as his truck slowly crawled past the Silver Spur and he saw – what he’d heard so many of the local men called – buckle bunnies a thought struck him. He wasn’t overjoyed with this thought but it was better than losing his job and his mind over. He needed to get Scarlet out of his system, needed something or someone else to erase that perfect lust inducing kiss they had shared. It also didn’t help that his mind raced with the possibilities of other women – legal women – accepting his disability without the pity. Zack would never have thought that possible back home in California, the women he’d met there were too superficial. But here in the middle of nowhere Tennessee the women didn’t seem to care a whole lot about anything as long as you didn’t mess about with their families. That was the main thing holding the small community together – family.
The music hit him and the smell of hard liquor hit him harder. He knew with his past overindulgence of alcohol that it would be hard to step foot in a bar but knew that he’d be a better man if he didn’t give in to his always present need for whiskey. Cold. Hard Whiskey. The tall, slightly muscular man behind the bar eyed Zack with wary eyes as he ambled towards the nearest bar stool.
“Evenin’ Coach.” His deep southern voice commanded attention. He settled his hands on the bar and looked Zack over. “Soda or alcohol free beer?” and that question floored Zack. So much so that he sat and stared blankly at the bar tender. “I’ve seen that look a thousand times as both bar tender and sheriff, so what can I get y’all?”
“Beer, alcohol free.” Zack mumbled raking a shaky hand through his hair. It had unnerved him that a stranger had read him so easily when his own family hadn’t seen the gleam in his eyes when he spotted booze for those years where he’d spent wallowing in self pity and trying to find acceptance in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. But if he was honest with himself Zack was relieved, relieved in knowing that the bar tender wouldn’t serve him a drop of alcohol. And that made him relax, visibly so.
The tall man leaning casually against the bar looked down at Zack with a curt nod before taking a long pull off of his beer.
“Matt.” The man beside him introduced himself.
“Zack.” He did the same, taking a long pull off of his beer and winced at the cold sweet taste sliding down his throat. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the taste of non alcoholic beer. Zack watched the barely dressed woman flock towards the man beside him and also watched him ignore them until they sauntered off. He was a lucky bastard, who had the pick of the flock, unlike himself.
“Got your eye on someone?” Zack queried, his gaze sliding over the dance floor.
Zack’s beer stopped halfway to his mouth. His attention wandered to a woman swinging her hips on the dance floor. Holy hell. His gaze started at the heels of her high-heeled silver cowgirl boots, gradually travelling up along the sexy line of those shapely legs, ending at her luscious ass barely hidden beneath an extremely short denim frilled skirt. When her dance partner twirled her, Zack caught a glimpse of bright pink panties.
Lust thumped him hard in the gut.
“Yeah, her.” His gruff voice was easily heard over the thumping music and Zack cast a curious glance in the direction Matt was staring. He wasn’t surprised when he saw the woman Matt was staring at was the same that he was. Disappointed but not surprised. Zack heard Matt’s gruff laughter moments before Zack chugged back the rest of his beer before grabbing another.
“Bubba!” the young woman yelled over the music to the bar tender. “Bottle of Bud!” she continued with the yelling, almost deafening Matt who rested casually on his elbow beside her. He dug into his pocket and handed Bubba a ten before winking at the blushing woman beside him.
Zack smiled as he realised that Matt wasn’t watching the same woman and Zack couldn’t help think that he just might have a shot at the cowboy toy. He was and tuned out the rest of their conversation and once again gave his full attention to the sexy woman on the dance floor. He’d been so busy checking out her ass he hadn’t seen her face. Her backside faced him - not that he was complaining – and a silver cowboy hat covered her head. Now this was a woman he could lose himself in – if only for one night – to forget all about the delectable Scarlet Reed.
Her tanned arms slid up the wide shoulders of the lucky cowboy as she sashayed her hips side to side. The cowboy whooped, clamping his hands on her slender waist. Zack withheld the groan that desperately wanted to escape. Every wicked undulation of her hips mesmerised Zack. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Damn, Zack could only picture those gorgeous thighs wrapped around his shoulders as she rode his face.
It had been what felt like an eternity since he’d had a woman and then it felt like Gena only fucked him as part of her list of chores, not because she wanted to. But this cowboy toy was built for speed with those curves that’d lead any man into temptation. Zack nursed his beer, his green eyes never leaving her twisting body. Yet something about her seemed familiar. She threw her head back and laughed and her cowboy hat toppled to the floor.
Come on baby, bend over.
She twirled in his direction and Zack finally saw her face.
If his lips weren’t pressed firmly against the beer bottle, his jaw would have hit the floor. The cowboy toy was none other than Scarlet Reed. His astonished gaze zeroed in on the gentle swell of her breasts that were currently trying to escape the virginal white bustier before lifting back to her face. She blindsided him with a fuck me now look. A look he had no idea where she’d learnt it but he didn’t care either. He’d been trying so damn hard to fight his feelings for her and banish the fantasies but seeing her like this was the one thing that shredded his control.
Slamming the empty bottle on the bar behind him, Zack stalked across the dance floor to where his Scarlet was. He was aware of how he must look, aware that his once bold Scarlet who gave him the fuck me now look had retreated and been replaced with the shy Scarlet he knew so well. But he didn’t care, didn’t care that her courage had left along with his control. All he cared about was dragging her out to his truck and taking her home.
“Zack.” Scarlet gasped as his tattooed fingers wrapped around her slender bicep, moments before he tugged her close. Close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him and his raging erection to poke her hip.
“You wanted my attention,” Zack whispered in her ear. “Now you’ve got it.”
“I –“ Scarlet tried to speak but he cut her off.
“Meet me by my truck in five minutes.” He whispered before abruptly releasing her arm and stalking out of the Silver Spur.
The cool air hit Zack hard as he exited the bar, but not hard enough for him to think twice about his actions. He’d wanted Scarlet from the moment he’d first met her in the diner but that kind of want was something that Zack could control. Now, however after tasting her lips and her hunger for him, he was a tightly wound man. And the moment he realised that he’d been drooling over Scarlet it shredded the last remains of his control. Zack half hoped that Scarlet wouldn’t come to him, hoped that she would stay inside away from him as he wasn’t sure how he’d be once she was within reach. But the moment he heard her delicate footsteps grind against the dust he was overjoyed by the small notion that he hadn’t scared her. His green eyes gradually raked over her body stopping at the rolling of her sexy hips and in that moment Zack wanted to clear the distance between them but held his carefree position against the side of his truck and waited for Scarlet.
“You wanted to see me Mister Baker.” Scarlet’s little, unsure voice didn’t match her sexy cowgirl outfit or the way her eyes sparkled with lust at just the sight of him.
“Come here Scarlet.” His voice was low and commanding. He used this voice often in class and even out of the classroom it did wonderful things to Scarlet’s belly. The moment she was within reaching distance Zack’s tattooed hands gently gripped her hips and pulled their bodies together. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I’ve tried to fight it Scar, but I’m sick of fighting.” His breath whispered over her parted lips seconds before his lips met hers.
He snaked his tongue out and swiped once across the seam of her lips. She gasped and his sinfully wicked tongue delved into her mouth. Zack angled her head for better access and then his tongue was exploring the deepest, darkest parts of her mouth, twining his tongue with hers and sliding his lips against hers. Zack’s hand scorched over her heated flesh. His fingers blazing a trail from her throat to the gentle swell of her breasts. He let himself bathe with pleasure in the little moans which escaped her luscious mouth. His fingers grazed across her breasts, inching down beneath the bustier. But if he didn’t stop soon she would be naked and pinned against his truck, something he didn’t want to do with Scarlet.
“Scarlet.” He groaned as he pulled her succulent mouth away from his. Their harsh breaths mingling as he dropped his forehead against hers. “We have to stop before I fuck you against the truck.”
Scarlet was taken aback by his crude word, but the way he spoke harsh and wanting had Scarlet fighting the urge to strip bare for him. She was scared that he didn’t want her. Scared that their first kiss didn’t mean anything to him but the moment she saw his heated gaze on her in the bar she felt it, felt his need to have her. And the feeling was mutual. He had starred too many times in her fantasies for it to be anything but mutual.
“I don’t mind.”
“Now Scarlet those kinds of words will get you into trouble.” Zack whispered, his eyes blazing with untamed lust. “Do you want me Scar, disability and all?” he had to know it wasn’t just a passing fancy.
“You’re the first man to ever kiss me, Mister Baker.” Scarlet admitted as she felt the heat crawl up her throat and settle onto her cheeks. “The first man to make me feel things I’d only read about. So why would a little thing bother me so much?” Scarlet asked with genuine confusion.
“Do you want a relationship with me?” his breaths were coming out in a rush and his heart was pounding vigorously hard against his rib cage at her words. She was seventeen, he knew that, but the way she spoke to him made her seem a lot older than her years.
Scarlet didn’t answer verbally, but reattached their lips. Scarlet gripped the back of his head forcing him closer, forcing his mouth wider as she fed him long, hard strokes of her tongue. Tasting, sucking and biting. God if that didn’t almost make him want to combust in his Wranglers!
But it was answer enough!
Of course once he was alone, at home he thought about her. Thought about her delectable mouth against his, her soft heated skin against his own and pictured her often naked and wanting in his bed. But that’s all it was – thoughts, fantasies. And he knew that it couldn’t be anything more than that. Sure, the small fact that she was his student should have put a stop to all the fantasies but it didn’t and Zack didn’t want to admit the reason why. Because once he did he wanted nothing more than to march over to her house and have his wicked way with her. It was just his luck that he had finally found a woman who could care less about his disability and she turned out to be a seventeen year old girl. With a shake of his head Zack continued marking essays from his junior year class, trying to rid all thoughts of Scarlet.
The country music was loud; the sawdust littered dance floor was full. Filled with woman, some wearing denim – barely there – skirts and strappy little tops that left next to nothing to the imagination and then there were some wearing denim – Daisy Duke – shorts with various blouses and t-shirts but the one thing they all had in common was the cowgirl boots. Scarlet didn’t want to be out at the Silver Spur but her cousin Darla Mae had attacked her with curling irons, make up and denim.
“Cheer up, shug.” Darla Mae spoke over the music, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “If this boy can’t see what every other man does then he’s not worth your time.” She continued dragging her to the bar.
Her cousin was right, of course. She always was. But that didn’t mean Scarlet could just move on. Forget all about Zack and forget the way he kissed her, the way he overpowered her until she was a quivering mess. It had hurt her deeply the following Monday when he’d ignored her and every day since. Scarlet didn’t know which hurt more – him ignoring her existence or him treating her like a normal student.
“Drink up heifer!” Darla Mae yelled thrusting a large tequila which she took gratefully and knocked back in one.
Relishing in the delicious burn with a goofy smile, Darla Mae quickly handed her another. And in that moment Scarlet knew that she’d spent too many days and nights not smiling, not enjoying life. And lord knows she really needed to start enjoying herself.
The large circular table in the confines of the darkest corner of the Silver Spur was full of shot glasses and beer bottles and Scarlet was about to add more glasses of tequila to the table, much to the delight of her cousins. When Darla Mae had suggested a night at the honky tonk Scarlet couldn’t have thought of a more depressing night. A night where she would have to endure watching her older cousins Darla and Dee-Ann knock back tequila and beer like there was no tomorrow, whilst she nursed a cola. But the moment they arrived Scarlet’s gaze had landed on the bar staff – Bubba Ray Reed - part time Sheriff and full time party animal. In that instant she knew the booze would be flowing and that Uncle Bubba would cut her off if he thought she was drinking too much.
“DEE-ANN!” Scarlet yelled with a goofy grin, much to her cousin’s displeasure.
“Scarlet Sissy Reed, must you embarrass poor Dee?” Darla admonished shaking her head slightly whilst trying to fight the snort of laughter that spilled out. Scarlet shrugged unapologetic and focused once again on Dee-Ann.
“I haven’t seen you since you came back from California.” Scarlet continued in between throwing back a shot. “Y’all been hidin’?”
Scarlet had a feeling this is the first time anyone had seen Dee-Ann since she came back from California. Her cousin was extremely private and preferred to stay under the radar. And nobody in the Reed family could blame her, not after what she’d been through.
“Been visitin’.” Dee-Ann shrugged before casting a curious glance behind Scarlet’s head and raising an eyebrow before she turned to Darla. “Looks like y’all won’t be goin’ home tonight Miss Darla.”
And with that Darla and Scarlet turned in their seats and craning their necks slightly before the tall, heavily muscular man came into their line of sight. Scarlet felt her face flame just at the dimpled smile he was clearly giving Darla and yet she didn’t seem fazed by him. And that was something Scarlet envied.
“Not in this lifetime!” Darla exclaimed at the top of her southern voice causing a few patrons to glance over. “Y’all up for dancin’?” she asked as Tammy Wynette’s ‘Your good girl gonna go bad’ began thumping out of the Wurlitzer.
It had been a long, agonising night for Zack, his thoughts never straying from Scarlet. He tried unsuccessfully to grade papers for four hours before he finally gave up, telling himself that he had Saturday and Sunday to grade them. Zack wasn’t sure where he was going to go or what he was going to do with himself but as his truck slowly crawled past the Silver Spur and he saw – what he’d heard so many of the local men called – buckle bunnies a thought struck him. He wasn’t overjoyed with this thought but it was better than losing his job and his mind over. He needed to get Scarlet out of his system, needed something or someone else to erase that perfect lust inducing kiss they had shared. It also didn’t help that his mind raced with the possibilities of other women – legal women – accepting his disability without the pity. Zack would never have thought that possible back home in California, the women he’d met there were too superficial. But here in the middle of nowhere Tennessee the women didn’t seem to care a whole lot about anything as long as you didn’t mess about with their families. That was the main thing holding the small community together – family.
The music hit him and the smell of hard liquor hit him harder. He knew with his past overindulgence of alcohol that it would be hard to step foot in a bar but knew that he’d be a better man if he didn’t give in to his always present need for whiskey. Cold. Hard Whiskey. The tall, slightly muscular man behind the bar eyed Zack with wary eyes as he ambled towards the nearest bar stool.
“Evenin’ Coach.” His deep southern voice commanded attention. He settled his hands on the bar and looked Zack over. “Soda or alcohol free beer?” and that question floored Zack. So much so that he sat and stared blankly at the bar tender. “I’ve seen that look a thousand times as both bar tender and sheriff, so what can I get y’all?”
“Beer, alcohol free.” Zack mumbled raking a shaky hand through his hair. It had unnerved him that a stranger had read him so easily when his own family hadn’t seen the gleam in his eyes when he spotted booze for those years where he’d spent wallowing in self pity and trying to find acceptance in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. But if he was honest with himself Zack was relieved, relieved in knowing that the bar tender wouldn’t serve him a drop of alcohol. And that made him relax, visibly so.
The tall man leaning casually against the bar looked down at Zack with a curt nod before taking a long pull off of his beer.
“Matt.” The man beside him introduced himself.
“Zack.” He did the same, taking a long pull off of his beer and winced at the cold sweet taste sliding down his throat. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the taste of non alcoholic beer. Zack watched the barely dressed woman flock towards the man beside him and also watched him ignore them until they sauntered off. He was a lucky bastard, who had the pick of the flock, unlike himself.
“Got your eye on someone?” Zack queried, his gaze sliding over the dance floor.
Zack’s beer stopped halfway to his mouth. His attention wandered to a woman swinging her hips on the dance floor. Holy hell. His gaze started at the heels of her high-heeled silver cowgirl boots, gradually travelling up along the sexy line of those shapely legs, ending at her luscious ass barely hidden beneath an extremely short denim frilled skirt. When her dance partner twirled her, Zack caught a glimpse of bright pink panties.
Lust thumped him hard in the gut.
“Yeah, her.” His gruff voice was easily heard over the thumping music and Zack cast a curious glance in the direction Matt was staring. He wasn’t surprised when he saw the woman Matt was staring at was the same that he was. Disappointed but not surprised. Zack heard Matt’s gruff laughter moments before Zack chugged back the rest of his beer before grabbing another.
“Bubba!” the young woman yelled over the music to the bar tender. “Bottle of Bud!” she continued with the yelling, almost deafening Matt who rested casually on his elbow beside her. He dug into his pocket and handed Bubba a ten before winking at the blushing woman beside him.
Zack smiled as he realised that Matt wasn’t watching the same woman and Zack couldn’t help think that he just might have a shot at the cowboy toy. He was and tuned out the rest of their conversation and once again gave his full attention to the sexy woman on the dance floor. He’d been so busy checking out her ass he hadn’t seen her face. Her backside faced him - not that he was complaining – and a silver cowboy hat covered her head. Now this was a woman he could lose himself in – if only for one night – to forget all about the delectable Scarlet Reed.
Her tanned arms slid up the wide shoulders of the lucky cowboy as she sashayed her hips side to side. The cowboy whooped, clamping his hands on her slender waist. Zack withheld the groan that desperately wanted to escape. Every wicked undulation of her hips mesmerised Zack. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Damn, Zack could only picture those gorgeous thighs wrapped around his shoulders as she rode his face.
It had been what felt like an eternity since he’d had a woman and then it felt like Gena only fucked him as part of her list of chores, not because she wanted to. But this cowboy toy was built for speed with those curves that’d lead any man into temptation. Zack nursed his beer, his green eyes never leaving her twisting body. Yet something about her seemed familiar. She threw her head back and laughed and her cowboy hat toppled to the floor.
Come on baby, bend over.
She twirled in his direction and Zack finally saw her face.
If his lips weren’t pressed firmly against the beer bottle, his jaw would have hit the floor. The cowboy toy was none other than Scarlet Reed. His astonished gaze zeroed in on the gentle swell of her breasts that were currently trying to escape the virginal white bustier before lifting back to her face. She blindsided him with a fuck me now look. A look he had no idea where she’d learnt it but he didn’t care either. He’d been trying so damn hard to fight his feelings for her and banish the fantasies but seeing her like this was the one thing that shredded his control.
Slamming the empty bottle on the bar behind him, Zack stalked across the dance floor to where his Scarlet was. He was aware of how he must look, aware that his once bold Scarlet who gave him the fuck me now look had retreated and been replaced with the shy Scarlet he knew so well. But he didn’t care, didn’t care that her courage had left along with his control. All he cared about was dragging her out to his truck and taking her home.
“Zack.” Scarlet gasped as his tattooed fingers wrapped around her slender bicep, moments before he tugged her close. Close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him and his raging erection to poke her hip.
“You wanted my attention,” Zack whispered in her ear. “Now you’ve got it.”
“I –“ Scarlet tried to speak but he cut her off.
“Meet me by my truck in five minutes.” He whispered before abruptly releasing her arm and stalking out of the Silver Spur.
The cool air hit Zack hard as he exited the bar, but not hard enough for him to think twice about his actions. He’d wanted Scarlet from the moment he’d first met her in the diner but that kind of want was something that Zack could control. Now, however after tasting her lips and her hunger for him, he was a tightly wound man. And the moment he realised that he’d been drooling over Scarlet it shredded the last remains of his control. Zack half hoped that Scarlet wouldn’t come to him, hoped that she would stay inside away from him as he wasn’t sure how he’d be once she was within reach. But the moment he heard her delicate footsteps grind against the dust he was overjoyed by the small notion that he hadn’t scared her. His green eyes gradually raked over her body stopping at the rolling of her sexy hips and in that moment Zack wanted to clear the distance between them but held his carefree position against the side of his truck and waited for Scarlet.
“You wanted to see me Mister Baker.” Scarlet’s little, unsure voice didn’t match her sexy cowgirl outfit or the way her eyes sparkled with lust at just the sight of him.
“Come here Scarlet.” His voice was low and commanding. He used this voice often in class and even out of the classroom it did wonderful things to Scarlet’s belly. The moment she was within reaching distance Zack’s tattooed hands gently gripped her hips and pulled their bodies together. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I’ve tried to fight it Scar, but I’m sick of fighting.” His breath whispered over her parted lips seconds before his lips met hers.
He snaked his tongue out and swiped once across the seam of her lips. She gasped and his sinfully wicked tongue delved into her mouth. Zack angled her head for better access and then his tongue was exploring the deepest, darkest parts of her mouth, twining his tongue with hers and sliding his lips against hers. Zack’s hand scorched over her heated flesh. His fingers blazing a trail from her throat to the gentle swell of her breasts. He let himself bathe with pleasure in the little moans which escaped her luscious mouth. His fingers grazed across her breasts, inching down beneath the bustier. But if he didn’t stop soon she would be naked and pinned against his truck, something he didn’t want to do with Scarlet.
“Scarlet.” He groaned as he pulled her succulent mouth away from his. Their harsh breaths mingling as he dropped his forehead against hers. “We have to stop before I fuck you against the truck.”
Scarlet was taken aback by his crude word, but the way he spoke harsh and wanting had Scarlet fighting the urge to strip bare for him. She was scared that he didn’t want her. Scared that their first kiss didn’t mean anything to him but the moment she saw his heated gaze on her in the bar she felt it, felt his need to have her. And the feeling was mutual. He had starred too many times in her fantasies for it to be anything but mutual.
“I don’t mind.”
“Now Scarlet those kinds of words will get you into trouble.” Zack whispered, his eyes blazing with untamed lust. “Do you want me Scar, disability and all?” he had to know it wasn’t just a passing fancy.
“You’re the first man to ever kiss me, Mister Baker.” Scarlet admitted as she felt the heat crawl up her throat and settle onto her cheeks. “The first man to make me feel things I’d only read about. So why would a little thing bother me so much?” Scarlet asked with genuine confusion.
“Do you want a relationship with me?” his breaths were coming out in a rush and his heart was pounding vigorously hard against his rib cage at her words. She was seventeen, he knew that, but the way she spoke to him made her seem a lot older than her years.
Scarlet didn’t answer verbally, but reattached their lips. Scarlet gripped the back of his head forcing him closer, forcing his mouth wider as she fed him long, hard strokes of her tongue. Tasting, sucking and biting. God if that didn’t almost make him want to combust in his Wranglers!
But it was answer enough!
I’m really sorry Harleyqn6661, there is further updates and a few more chapters over at Mibba.com.
6/23/21