Texas Temptation

Part III

Chapter Eleven:

The bolt of light that woke her up hit directly between her eyes. She groaned and stuffed her head in the pillow. She was aware of the slight twinge between her legs and bolted up right. At first she thought shed been dreaming, dreamt of making love in the grove illuminated by the moon light. But she could feel the residue of the joining still on the inside of her thighs.

She yawned and stretched out with the satisfaction of a house cat. Then her gaze caught the red numbers of her alarm clock…that hadn't gone off. Christ, it was nearly nine. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept so late, or the last time she'd had sex that measured up to that. She thought with a smirk pulling herself out of bed. Three times, and she'd lost count of her own losses stepping into the shower.

When she caught sight of James he was hauling lumber over his shoulder. She smirked, and stepped into the light, "Where you going with that?" she asked, her thumbs in the bet loops

"We're fixing the calf stalls,” he muttered.

"You make it sound like torture." She smirked, "Here, Let me help." She pulled a few pieces from his shoulders and helped him walk it towards the noise filled stalls.

"What'd you do crawl over…" Cameron raised his head and stopped in mid-sentence glancing at Jo.

"Morning." She said, the silence awkward.

"Go ahead and set the wood over there." Cameron murmured to James who frowned, and muttering carried it to where he was instructed. Standing up he tucked the hammer in the back of his jeans glancing up at Jo, almost uncomfortable because of what had happened between them.

“This is awkward and it shouldn’t be.” Jo brushes the hair from her forehead.

“No, it has to be or it wouldn’t be important.” He sighed and grabbed his hat, “I’ve got to go fill the tanks.”

Jo shook her head, ‘stay and finish…I’ll get the tanks. But we’re going to talk about this Cam, promise.” With a tip of her hat she walked towards the truck that the tanks had already been hooked to the back of. Sliding inside she closed the door and hooked her belt on turning it over. The truck didn’t give so much as a spit of start, frowning, Jo stepped out and opened the hood.

After a few moments tinkering around she reached into the truck to grab a rag wrapping it around the problem She tugged at the faulty spark plug, a new one in her back pocket. It barely budged then stayed firm, "Need some help?" The voice made her jolt to attention and smacked the top of her head on the hood.

"Christ!" she yelped gritting her teeth and stepping back.

"Oh, be careful." Quinn winced, catching her from falling.

"I'm fine…just having difficulties…" she assured him rubbing the back of her head stepping away from him. She raised her gaze and it casted over his, she had expected it to be awkward, but she hadn't been prepared for the silence.

"It's the spark plug?" he asked noting the rag still on it.

She nodded then as he turned to fish it out wiped her oily hands onto her jeans shifting her gaze to the ground. Quinn pulled back out with the stubborn plug in his palm, "There you are."

When her head raised again she chewed on her bottom lip, here was the man who she'd just made love to such a short time ago. It was difficult here as well because of Cameron…he'd confessed to something she hadn't been ready for, something she tried to convince herself wouldn't have changed her opinion even if she hadn't shared most of the night with Quinn. He plopped it in her hand, "Thanks…"she said clasping it in her palm.

"Any time." he leaned then, anxious since the moment they parted to see her again, to taste her again. She panicked and turned her head taking a swift step back. "Jo?" he asked in confusion and concern.

She offered an almost apologetic look and turned scooping up the new spark plug and turning back to the truck. He stepped up behind her slipping his hands around her waist set his chin on the crook of her neck, his breath hot on her neck, "What is it? What's the matter?"

In half fear of what would happen if anyone, especially Cameron came out…she pushed him away, "I'm working." Was her only excuse and he stepped back snatching the spark plug and before she could hesitate slipped it back into place then closed the hood, "There you're done."

Her eyes narrowed in anger, "What's wrong with you?" she demanded, for the first time shocking him.

"Wrong with me? Are you going to stand there and try and convince us both that nothing happened last night?" he frowned.

Her teeth gritted, "Keep your voice down." she said turning away but he caught her arm and spun her taking her on the other side of the truck pinning her to it.

"Let go of me!" she ordered.

"Not until you tell me why you're acting like this." His eyes were flared in anger.

Her answer surprised him, leaning to press her mouth against his, kissing him deeply. He was quickly swept up and his tongue delved deeply into her mouth, she sucked aggressively on it, taking and giving. His hand slipped over her thigh lifting her leg against him, already growing hard with the simple taste if her. She burned, needing him, and one hand worked at the handle of the door, as their mouths entangled. They wouldn't be bothered, she knew that, and that fueled her need, her hands slipping down inside his pants.

Quinn inhaled a swooping breath, and moved against her hands as they wrapped around him. "In the truck," he groaned against her mouth his hand slipping up to cup her breast hidden by only a thin white tank-top, beading with perspiration.

She complied and crawled up backwards onto the seat separating herself from his mouth enough to get into the drivers seat. Hands couldn't be kept tot themselves as Quinn edged himself into the truck shutting the door, "Wait." She said as his hand moved to the hem of her shirt.

Wait, the words echoed through his head, he couldn't wait. "Not here." She assured him her hand on the side of his face kissing him as she fished for the keys sticking them blindly into the ignition. He got her intentions and slipped his seatbelt on hoping for some restraint as she started the truck, jumping to life.

She drove wickedly speeding down the roadway, Quinn's hand moved to her thigh and stroked, she quivered in ambition, "Trees, pull off." he gestured to a clump of five or six, as she pulled up and flicked everything off on the deserted stretch of road.

His hand slipped inside her jeans, his knuckles brushing her, and she fought to undo her own then his seatbelt. He practically crawled to her, everything bumping everything, the steering wheel getting in the way. He managed, though not easily to get her out of her jeans kicking off her boots. Quinn moved over her kissing her mouth again as his hand worked it's way under the edge of her plain white cotton panties, so feminine, no need of lace or dainty ware.

She gasped into his mouth as his hand surged deep into her, already wet seeping onto the seats. One hand worked at her as the other greedily tore the shirt up revealing the white bra, then allowing her breasts to pop free of restraint. He latched on to a greedily peaked nipple her hands diving deep into his hair tugging him against her as her own head thrashed, his hand brining her close to climax.

Before she could feel the tremors of release his hand pulled away, she hadn't realized she'd sighed, as he began kissing down the center of her body, across her stomach edging her panties over her knees. She arched against him as he stabbed her deeply with his tongue, crying out, biting her lip the only restraint. His hands, with difficulty slipped underneath her, spreading her to the oral assault.

She came like lightning, cried his name like thunder. As she buzzed with release his hands slipped down freeing himself. His hands grasped her hips as he dived deep inside of her, she folded around him, and in a matter of seconds all control slipped, and he found his own release, the pleasure in watching her own reaction. They lay slumped against each other, clinging for lack of room, the shifter digging into his hip, but at the moment he couldn't care, he was buried deep inside of a soft, warm woman.

She moved her head just enough to kiss his shoulder, her breath ragged, still recovering. She bit him, sucking at the flesh if his neck, nuzzling his ear, and cheek. "Are you alright?" He murmured, "Did I hurt you?"

He received no answer as she lazily skimmed her hands over his back, when he tried to move shifting to his elbows her arms tightened, "No. Not yet.”

It was a long moment before she let him pull away tugging her jeans up she fastened them and gave a dull look to the still empty tanks. “I haven’t got time for this,” Her eyes shifted to Quinn who was fastening his belt, his hat discarded and his hair a wild tangle in the moment of insanity. “I’ve got to get these tanks filled.”

“Use mine it’s closer.” Quinn suggested, catching only a low growl, knowing she didn’t need or want help. “It won’t kill you to accept a little help, if you’d like I’ll charge you the same price graves does for the gallons.”

Grabbing her hat set it over her head dark hair back in it’s braid, “Fine, but I’m holding you to that.”

“Good.” Climbing into the passengers seat again he dragged his seatbelt on and set his head back.

Turning the truck over Jo slid from the quiet grove they’d used as shelter then felt a hand close over hers on the shifter. Her eyes glanced over at the man beside her lips compressed slid her hand away. She wasn’t used to quiet affection, couldn’t handle the emotions it threatened to draw out in her. She’d let him have his hands all over her, not a part of her body he hadn’t touched…or kissed. But this, this was different. Staring at the road she drove on.

That's it for now, all I have to the story..I hope to finish it soon. Tell me what you think would you?

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