Page 67 of The Woman with the Handcuffs

“Oh, God!” I yelped, jerking away from him, slamming myself into the back of the passenger seat. “The spider.”

“I’ll look now that it’s bright out,” he said, folding up as he reached down to yank his pants back into place, making my cheeks flame as my gaze went to the floor.

Gav stood, shoulders hunched, to start inspecting my bed, shaking out blankets, moving around pillows.

“I think I found him. Scary fucker,” he said, coming back with a dried leaf and a smile.

“Oh. Wow. That’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said, dropping down to sit.

“I’m just going to grab my phone. Then we can head to the bathhouse, so we can get moving.”

I had to climb back up into the bed to do that, all the while very aware that he was likely looking at my ass in the process.

I needed to get all the way in to find my phone half-lodged between the wall and mattress. But before I could move back down, I felt hands grabbing my legs and pulling.

“What…” I yelped as I looked over to find Gav leaning into the space again.

This time, though, there was something a lot more heated than curious on his face.

My belly twisted.

Need ricocheted off every nerve ending.

“Just one little thing I need to handle first,” he told me as his hands slid up my thighs to snag the material of my shorts and panties, dragging them downward.

“Gav!” I yelped as he pulled them free and set them on the mattress beside me.

“Mmm?” he asked, his hands moving to my knees, starting to spread.

I needed to snap them back closed again, but I couldn’t seem to find the desire to.

“Someone will—”

“No one knows you’re up here,” he told me, leaning down to kiss my thigh. “So long as you keep your legs spread wide for me up here.”

My sex twisted hard at that.

Then he was between my legs, his tongue teasing up my cleft to circle my clit.

Any objections dissipated as everything but his hands on my hips and his tongue on the core of me fell away.

My thighs shook. My belly flipped.

Then he shifted just slightly and his tongue was on my clit, making my thighs clamp around his head as my hands gripped the back of his head, holding him against me as he worked me with his tongue.

My soft whimpers immediately grew to loud, throaty moans that had Gav releasing one of my thighs to reach up and close his hand over my mouth, quieting the sounds as the world kept moving on around the tractor.

His other hand slipped between us, his fingers teasing at the entrance of my body before slipping inside.

Even with his hand muffling it, my moan was loud and desperate.

I felt the groan moving through him as his fingers began to thrust. Slowly at first. Then harder and faster as I got closer and closer.

His fingers turned, crooked, and rocked against my top wall.

And that was it.