Festive Faking (Rust Canyon #1)

17. Aspen

Chapter 17

Aspen

Mac shut me inside the passenger side of my dad’s truck before rounding the hood and hopping into the driver’s seat. He took one look at where I was buckled in and shook his head. “Nope.”

My head was still swimming after what went down on that dance floor and our combined confessions. It felt like a fever dream, which was entirely possible given how I was dangerously close to overheating, and I wondered if this was the moment when reality came rushing back to the surface.

Before I could ask what was wrong—terrified out of my mind that he’d yell, “Gotcha,” and I would be forever humiliated that I’d fallen for his trick—he pressed the button to unlatch my seatbelt. His hand hooked around the far side of my hips, sliding me across the bench seat until our thighs were flush.

“That’s better.” He turned the ignition, and the vintage truck’s engine roared to life. “If you’re not okay with me touching you, tell me now. Because once I start, I’m never gonna want to stop.”

It finally sank in what we were about to do. I’d been waiting for this moment my entire adult life, and I was ready.

Mouth dry, I managed to croak out, “Yeah. It’s good.”

He gave my hip a little squeeze before reaching around to buckle me in with the lap belt. Once he was done, he placed an anchoring hold on my thigh, his massive palm covering the width of it. I only wished it would shift a little higher toward where my core throbbed, desperate for attention.

Throwing the truck in reverse, he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the side street that would lead us out of town and back toward the ranch.

It was only a ten-minute drive, but it dragged on for what felt like hours. The anticipation of what would happen once we reached the cabin had my hips shifting in search of relief.

Mac gave my thigh a gentle squeeze, and my head dropped back as I bit my lower lip to keep a moan from escaping.

The windshield grew foggy, our harsh breathing sounding loudly in the cabin with the radio off.

The urge to touch him grew too strong, and I couldn’t wait a minute longer.

Emboldened by the lust coursing through my veins, I placed my palm against the denim encasing his upper thigh. My fingers outstretched enough that I grazed his hard dick.

The resulting sharp hiss had me pulling back like I’d been burned. Face flaming, I muttered a barely audible, “Sorry,” and dropped my gaze to my lap as I silently cursed my inexperience.

Men are used to being in charge. You should have just let him take the lead.

“Hey.” Mac’s voice was rough yet soft at the same time. “Honey, I’m trying to get us home in one piece, so I’m gonna need you to look at me instead of the other way around.”

Inhaling a deep breath through my nose, I let it out slowly from my mouth before daring to peek at him.

He sensed the motion, and his eyes shifted to me for a split second before returning to the road. “I plan to have my hands and mouth on every part of your body tonight, Aspen. That means you are entitled to the same when it comes to mine.”

Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hand, tugged it over his lap, and placed it directly over the bulge residing beneath his fly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles glowed white when I gave a tentative squeeze.

“Fuck.” His groan was lewd and loud. “Feels so good, baby. Keep going.”

Removing his own hand, he returned it to my leg, giving me the freedom to explore.

The first thing I did was run my palm along the length of his cock to gauge the size. It was thick and long, and I wondered whether my first time would be more painful as a result.

I shoved that thought to the back of my mind since there wasn’t much I could do about the imminent discomfort I faced.

Applying some pressure, I rubbed over his erection, mimicking the motion he’d used to bring himself pleasure in the shower.

The sound of his breathing changed when I picked up the pace, coming in harsh pants.

“Careful,” he warned. “You keep going, and I’m going to embarrass myself by coming in my jeans.”

My eyes grew wide at the idea of him reaching climax from my simple touches. Then came the surge of power that I could be his undoing, and I made a decision on the spot to push him over the edge.

We’d just cleared the gates of the ranch, so the clock was ticking.

The denim chafed against my skin the faster I worked him, but I didn’t care. I kept going until he slammed on the brakes before tossing his head back and uttering my name through gritted teeth.

A warmth soaked through the fabric, and that’s when I realized what I’d done.

My mouth dropped open, and I peeked down to find a wet spot staining his jeans.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

I could barely hear Mac’s hard swallow beside me with my pulse pounding in my ears.

He cleared his throat a few times before saying, “Look at you making messes. Not sure whether I should punish you or praise you.”

“Why not both?” A shocked gasp flew past my lips, and I clamped a hand over my mouth.

“Jesus,” he breathed out. “Give me a few minutes to recover, and I promise to have you naked and on your knees, telling you what a good girl you are while my cock is stuffed so far down your throat you’re gagging.”

The picture he painted had me moaning. Until this very moment, the idea of sucking a man’s dick had never seemed particularly appealing. Now, it had saliva filling my mouth. I wanted to taste him—not only his skin but his release.

The angel and devil on my shoulder had an absolute field day with that one.

You jerk a guy off through his clothes one time and, all of a sudden, you’re a cum slut. Way to go, Aspen. What would your parents think?

Shut up. She’s earned this. She deserves to let loose for one night.

That’s how it always starts, with “just one night.”

Listen. He said he was putting his mouth EVERYWHERE. If we get more than one night of that, it’s a bonus.

Ugh, he better not be all talk, or this is going to be extremely disappointing.

“Aspen?” Mac’s voice grew louder than the ones in my head.

“Yeah?”

“We’re home,” he declared.

Through the windshield, I discovered that we had, indeed, made it back to the cabin.

And all of a sudden, the theoretical became very, very real.