“Hang on.” I hit the four-wheel drive and pull off the small road and through the mountains.
Small rocks spit from the tires and knock against the wheel well. She squeals with laughter and holds on to the sissy bar while we blaze a trail over rocks, gravel, and small plants to a clearing up ahead.
I stop and put the truck in park. “We’re here.”
“That was gnarly!” She’s grinning big, childlike excitement in her eyes that makes my chest swell with pride. Her head swivels around, leaning forward to peer out the windshield. “Where are we?”
I jerk my head to my door. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She holds up one long tanned leg, and I resist, just barely, the urge to take in the view she’s flashing from between them. “I don’t have on my hiking heels.”
“Hmm . . . good point.” I chew my lip then hold up one finger. “Hold on.” I slide from my seat and circle around to the passenger side of the truck.
I open the door to find her staring at me. “What are you doing?” She laughs as I reach over her into the backseat and grab my flannel button up shirt.
“Put this on.” When she leans in, I maneuver it around her back and allow myself to get close and drink in her scent as she slips her arms through the arm holes. “Good now . . . ” I run both hands from her knee to her calf, groaning at the smooth texture of her skin, and pushing away fantasies of what her legs would feel like wrapped around my hips. Once to her foot, I slide one shoe off, massaging the arch of her delicate foot before moving over to repeat the process on the other. Fuck. I never thought of myself as a foot-fetish guy, but Trix’s feet are enough to make me curious.
“Mmm . . . that feels good.” The guttural groan of pleasure from her lips makes my dick instantly hard.
“You feel good.” Everything about her feels incredible: her voice, her touch, and her lips. Fuck . . . I need to taste her lips. I lean over and hold myself just inches from her, so close I can feel the heat of her body and absorb the vibration of her quickened breath. Her big eyes rimmed in black blink up at me, silently begging. I scoop my hand under her knees, and another behind her back, pulling her from the truck.
Her hands fly to my neck and lock there to steady herself. She doesn’t struggle or protest, but willingly gives her weight to me while I move her to the truck bed.
“Hold on, baby.” I turn my head and cringe. Shit, the endearment came so easily, and I hope it’s not too much to send her running.
She squeezes me tighter, and I release her enough to pop the tailgate and gently place her on it.
“Thank you.” She pulls the flannel around her body. Even though it’s summer in Vegas and not cold, it tends to run a little cooler in the mountains, and she’s wearing next to nothing under my shirt. “It’s so dark out here.” She looks around. “Are there bears?”
“No.” I sit up next to her, close enough that our thighs are touching. “No bears.”
She turns her eyes toward me. “So, what is it? Why are we here?” The lust in her voice is so heavy it’s all I can do to keep from pushing her back, mounting her, and fucking her senseless.
I lean in and brush my lips along her jaw to her ear. “Lie down.”
She trembles and sucks in a lungful of air. “Okay.”
Slowly she lowers herself back, and I know by her quick intake of breath she finally sees why we’re here.
“Oh my . . .”
I grin into my shoulder and lean back to lie alongside her. “Amazing, right?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” The wonder in her voice makes my chest feel light. “Wow, there are so many.”
“The lights on The Strip make the stars impossible to see, but up here, we get the unobstructed view.”
The dark sky is alight with billions of flickering stars, clusters of some that are lighter and darker, and a smattering of tiny ones that make up the Milky Way. We sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the view and the quiet company of each other.
I’ve been coming up here for a while, and after I found