Texas: Isaiah and Hailey Mae
Isaiah’s hand tightened into a fist as Hailey Mae sashayed around the tables, dropping drinks off and scooping up the discarded ones. Her skirt was too short for his peace of mind in a place like this. He was at war with himself over the looks she got from the drunks in the bar. Should he beat the shit out of them one at a time, or take them on all at once? He didn’t like her working in the honky tonk, but he couldn’t tell her that. At least, not again. She hadn’t appreciated it the first time around. She didn’t belong to him. Yet. And even then, he knew better than to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with her life. He just wanted her to let him be part of it.
“You’re here again?” she asked, stopping at the edge of his table.
“Every night you’re workin’.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Never said you couldn’t.”
“I can handle the guys, too.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I like the beer.”
“It’s nothin’ special. Go buy a six pack.”
“I like the music.”
“Go download it.”
“I like the view.”
“Go…” She looked away from him. “Shit.”
Isaiah smiled. She didn’t have a comeback for that one because she knew the view he was talking about, and it had nothing to do with any of the other girls working with her.
She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and stomped away, but not before setting a fresh beer in front of him. He didn’t need it. He’d had enough. Too much more and he wouldn’t be able to follow her home to make sure she got there safe and sound.
It was the same each and every night she was scheduled to work. He didn’t want any of the drunk assholes getting any funny ideas that she wasn’t too good for the likes of them. She certainly was. Hell, she was too good for him, but Isaiah wasn’t going to let that get in the way of making her his wife.
Of course, he would need to convince her that she wanted to be his girlfriend first.
“Just to be clear, you meant me, right?”
Isaiah cut a look in her direction. “You shouldn’t have to ask.”
“I mean, I really don’t care.”
“Nope. Just, uh… Just wanted to be sure, though.”
“Good to know.”
Isaiah smirked as she flounced back to the bar. He got to work peeling the lable off the bottle she left him, glancing around every so often to catch sight of her and to make sure no one had made any moves in her direction.
His sister, part owner along with her husband, had offered Isaiah a job as a bouncer, but he wasn’t interested. He only had one reason for being there on a near nightly basis.
A few seats over sat Brown Hat Pretend Cowboy. He’d made a couple of casual passes at Hailey, but the more he drank, the more aggressive he became. The hand lingering on Hailey’s hip was about all Isaiah could take of the guy touching her, but as he started to stand, Hailey caught his eye. She gave a small shake of her head and Isaiah settled back, watching closely. He didn’t want things to get out of hand. He’d seen her knee guys for less, which to her point earlier, she could take care of herself.
There was a strict look but do not touch policy in the bar. Locals knew it. Out of town visitors didn’t. It wasn’t hard to tell who was who most nights.
She leaned down toward B.H.P.C. and used her finger to tilt his head up when he focused on the low-cut shirt she was required to wear as part of her “uniform”. Her lips moved slow and easy and for all anyone else knew, she was flirting with the guy, but the smile on her face told Isaiah a different story. When she was finished, she straightened and walked away, leaving the guy to turn his attention toward Isaiah.
“He’s all yours,” she said as she passed by.
“What did you say?”
She stopped just beyond his shoulder. “That if he wanted to touch me again, he would need to clear it with my boyfriend.”
Isaiah wanted to talk about it further as her giggle trailed after her retreating form, but he didn’t have the chance right then. B.H.P.C. staggered up from his table and headed straight for Isaiah.
Time to have a little fun.
“Well, I don’t see a ring on her finger.”
“Doesn’t change the facts.”
“You the jealous type?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t let her work in a place like this if you don’t like guys hitting on her.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, but there’s a difference in a guy hitting on her and one putting his hands on her.”
“Maybe she likes it. She dresses the part.”
“And maybe you need to quit while you’re ahead.”
B.H.P.C. leaned in with both hands braced on the table. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll have to make you quit.”
“That a threat?”
“Nope. I don’t make threats.”
Isaiah’s patience was nearing the end. He didn’t care for pretend cowboys, drunk or otherwise. What he really wanted was to get back to the statement Hailey had made about being his. It was more than likely, she only said it to get B.H.P.C. to leave her alone, but Isaiah would take it as an opening. How he felt about her, how he’d always felt about her was no secret to her. How she felt about him? Now, that was a mystery.
“I’ll make you deal,” B.H.P.C. said.
“I don’t make deals where she’s concerned. You leave her be and I won’t knock your hat off your head and your ass to the floor.”
“We should go outside.”
“We shouldn’t. You should go sit back down or leave. I don’t care which, but you won’t touch her again.”
Hadn’t they already had this conversation?
“Or there’ll be a fight and you’ll hit him and he’ll mess you up and if he has any wounds, then I’ll have to tend to them, and wouldn’t you like to know how I do that…”
Isaiah smiled and eased out of his chair. “You off work, darlin’?”
He’d play her game long enough to get out of earshot of B.H.P.C.
“Yep.” She slipped her hand in his and squeezed, looking up at him as though he’d hung the moon in the big Texas sky. She should’ve taken drama classes back in college.
“Have a good night,” Isaiah said, moving away from the table, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
“I wasn’t done talking.”
Isaiah sighed and turned to look at the man. “I think you were.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Someone who’s leaving.”
B.H.P.C. took a swing, missed Isaiah by a mile, but when Isaiah swung back, the crisp cowboy hat fell to the dirty floor and its owner stumbled several feet, crumpling it under his new boots before crashing into a nearby table. Beer and glass went flying followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh.
Isaiah ushered Hailey toward the door and nodded to Annie behind the bar. She would take care of B.H.P.C. and make sure he didn’t follow them as they left. She’d also send Isaiah a bill for the damages which he’d happily pay.
“I’m sorry,” Hailey said once they made it outside. The night was warm and humid, but the stars were high up in the sky and the moon’s muted glow smiled down on them.
“Why’re you sorry?”
“For what I told him.”
“Hmm… That was curious. Why did you tell him you were mine?”
“It was convenient.”
“That all? Convenient?”
“What else would it be?”
“I don’t know, Hay. You’re the one still holding my hand.”
“Yeah.” She made no move to let go and Isaiah wasn’t going to force that issue, but they were nearing his truck and one of them would have to make a choice.
“Is it true?” she asked, stopping and turning to look up at him.
“Is what true?” She could shift topics faster than a rattler could strike. Isaiah was usually pretty good at keeping up with her, but there were sometimes when he had his own thoughts running ragged in his head and it took a bit to catch onto what she was saying.
Half her face was in shadow, but it didn’t matter. Isaiah had memorized every one of her features the first day he’d met her. He’d fallen butt over teakettle for her the second she smiled at him across the chemistry lab.
“All of it.”
“All of what?”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
“Is it true you like it when guys hit on me?”
“The truth is I try not to think about it.”
“You know how I feel about you, Hay. This is the job you chose to take and I’m in no position to tell you to quit. Do you like it when guys hit on you?”
“Only if you do.”
“What the hell kind of logic is that?”
“It’s not logical at all. I mean… I don’t like it when they touch me, but when they hit on me or flirt with me… Don’t you ever see me steal a glance at you to see if you’re watching?”
“I guess not. At least, not most of the time. The times I’ve seen you flirt while staring at me… I guess I thought you were trying to make me jealous.”
“Does it ever work?”
“Depends on what you’re trying to get me to do about it.”
“Well, you haven’t made a move on me, so I guess it doesn’t.”
“Is that what you’re waiting for? Me to make a move?”
Isaiah stared down at the woman who’d haunted his dreams more nights than he could count. From what she was saying, or trying to say, she was waiting for him to make the first move. He’d never really thought about that. She was so damn strong and even more independent that he figured if she wanted him, she’d have let him know. Seems she was expecting the same from him and Lord knows if they stayed on that merry-go-round, neither of them would get what they wanted.
“So, if I were to lean down and lay a small kiss on your pretty lips, you’d be okay with that?” He asked the question even though his head was already moving toward hers, lowering until he was eye to eye, nose to nose with her.
“Only one way to find out,” she whispered, tilting her head up slightly. He wanted to take that as an offering, but he also wanted her open consent.
“I need a yes or no, Hailey Mae.”
He started to straighten, but her eyes widened, and she almost looked panicked. She tightened her fingers around his. “Something you want?”
“Yes what? Yes, you want something or yes, you want me to kiss you?”
“Kiss me. Yes.”
Isaiah swooped in and took her lips with his in a kiss that was all consuming. He wasn’t going to leave any doubt in her mind or his, for that matter, that this meant something. This moment. This kiss.
She whimpered and strained against his body, and he wrapped his free arm around her back, lifting her off her feet.
His tongue slid over hers and he deepened the connection with a tilt of his head.
They were slow to part, slow to ease away from one another. He was slow to put her feet back on the ground, her hand still clasped in his.
“Yeah.” He’d known it would be amazing to kiss her that first time, but he didn’t know it would be that kind of amazing. He loved her before, but the taste of her on his lips, on his tongue… There was no going back now.
Hailey Mae had been made for him. Or maybe it was that he’d been made for her. Either way, his official status as a Goner was sealed.
“What do we do now?”
“Probably get out of the middle of the parking lot.”
“I don’t think I can walk much less drive home. My legs don’t wanna work and my panties are all kinds of wet.”
Isaiah’s eyes threatened to bug out of his head at that last part of her statement. Hailey had always been more bold than shy, except for those few minutes when he had to wait for a yes, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that boldness to come back quite so soon.
She giggled as she looked up at him. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s true.”
“Good to know I’m not the only one with an underwear issue.”
“What should we do about it?”
“Again, I think we should get out of the middle of the parking lot.”
“And where should we go?”
To the cab, the bed, or the damn bumper of his truck? The hood or trunk of her car? Hell, he could give a shit where they went, but they wouldn’t be going very far. His cock wouldn’t let him walk too much. Crawl, maybe. But definitely not walk. “How are you with semi-public? Or semi-private? Or whatever the hell it is?”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Not very romantic or… I just…”
“Your vehicle or mine?”
Hailey giggled again and the sound went straight through him, running from his chest to his stomach to the hardness between his legs. The sensation was made more acute by the taste of her still tingling on his lips, the warmth of her palm pressed to his.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think the Universe, the warm Texas spring evening, or the way the moon lit up the sky just so, had conspired to bring him and Hailey Mae together right then and there. And maybe something like that did happen. Just because he didn’t quite believe in such things… He had to admit that just as he’d decided he was at the end of his rope and he was done waiting, something had prompted her to say what she had about him never making a move.
Whatever it was, he was grateful, and he wouldn’t squander the chance.
With measured steps, Isaiah tugged Hailey along behind him toward his truck. It wasn’t the fanciest, but it was nice, and the seats were comfortable, but staring up at the cab… Nah, that wasn’t going to work. There was no way he’d be able to hitch his leg up high enough to climb in.
Not unless he shucked his jeans beforehand and that wasn’t going to happen.
Plan B. The tailgate. Not as comfortable, but it would do.
“This is not how I ever pictured our first time.”
“How did you imagine it?” She asked the question while looking up at him from under her lashes, but before he could answer, her fingers were on his belt buckle, loosening the leather and metal so she could get at the button on the oh so fucking tight denim he wore.
“I, ah…” Could he even string three words together? “I…” Didn’t seem like it.
“Am I distracting you?”
He nodded. “You could say that.”
“Because you’re always so in control. You never lose your composure. Well, not until tonight. That was hot. I kinda like you this way.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s me have the upper hand.” Metal tooth by metal tooth, Hailey lowered the zipper on his jeans. Isaiah sucked in a breath and tried to remember how to count from ten to one. Mrs. Barker, his kindergarten teacher, wouldn’t be impressed by the number of times he had to start over. But just thinking of the woman cooled his lust a fraction, giving him a chance to take Hailey’s hands before she had him stripped buck naked in the parking lot with nothing shielding them but a few other trucks to the sides and a thin line of waist-high bushes at his back.
“You sure about this?”
“Sure about what?”
“Don’t play that game with me right now. I’m harder than steel and I know you like to tease, but I’ve never pegged you for mean.”
She tilted her head up at his words, but she didn’t pull back from his hold. “I’m not playing.”
“No? Then answer my question.”
Isaiah smiled down at her, just a quirk of his lips at the corners. “When you’re ready, you let me know.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then loosened his grip on her fingers. She didn’t let go. She didn’t take the out. She held onto his hands harder.
“I’m scared,” she said softly. The fear was evident now, where before, there’d been light and coyness.
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“Then what are you scared of?” And why hadn’t his dick softened by now? He didn’t get off on fear, so the only thing he could figure is that no matter what, he’d always get off on Hailey Mae.
“Of us. Of things changing.”
“Honey, if we do this, things are going to change. There’s no going back.”
“You won’t… I mean…” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, mumbled something to herself under her breath that he couldn’t understand, so he waited, letting her work out whatever it was she was struggling with.
People were spilling out of the bar a few at a time. So far, he hadn’t seen B.H.P.C. and truth was, he didn’t want to see the man come outside. He didn’t want another altercation.
“You’ve liked me for a long time, right?”
Isaiah glanced at the woman who twisted him inside out on the daily. “Like is a bit of an understatement.” He lowered the tailgate of his truck and took a seat. And as though it was the most natural thing in the world, Hailey took up space between his thighs, leaning her back against him. She pulled his arms around her and held onto him. Vulnerability wasn’t something he’d ever associated with her in the years he’d known her.
“I don’t want you to stop liking me if we do this.”
“There’s no chance of that happening.”
“You can’t know that.”
Isaiah sighed and did that counting backwards from ten thing again, then turned her around. “Look at me.” It took her several seconds before she complied. “The parking lot isn’t the place to have this conversation, but I guess it’ll have to do. Hailey Mae… There’s nothing in the world that can change how I feel about you. Not sex. Not notsex. What I feel for you? Damn, girl… Some women wait lifetimes for it. I like you. I adore you. I’m in love with you. From the second I saw you that was it for me. Nothing has changed it in the years I’ve known you, and nothing is ever going to.”
“Really?” The breathlessness of her usually confident and strong voice tugged at his gut.
“But you never made a move. You never said anything.”
“Are we back to this again? We covered that ten minutes ago. Why are you so dang unsure of everything right now?”
“Because I love you, too.” As soon as the words burst from her lips, she slapped her palm over her mouth, her eyes growing wide as she stared at him. Isaiah, for his part, was pretty damn proud of himself. He didn’t show his shock, his surprise, his relief. He only grinned from ear to ear before wrapping his arms around her and lifting her boots off the ground for a second time. He planted a kiss to the back of her hand, until she removed it from where it covered her lips. He dove in, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, and savored the memory of those words.
She climbed the rest of the way up and straddled his lap. Her hands wrapped themselves around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss they shared.
Her hips rocked and she pressed against him like she was trying to climb inside his skin.
When she slid her fingers down to the edge of his t-shirt, then up under it to touch his bare skin for the first time, he didn’t even think of stopping her. But then she slid her lips away from his, looked at him with a heavy, hooded gaze, and asked, “Is this okay?”
“Everything is okay. Anything is okay.”
“Good. I can’t wait. Your kisses do something to me. I never knew a kiss could be like that.”
“Me, neither.” He stole one more from her, just to make sure. Fuck, he wanted the right to make sure every day for the rest of his life.
She dropped her fingers to the edge of her skirt, then rose up on her knees. She gave one quick glance around, then lifted it up her thighs, revealing a pair of bright yellow panties. Yellow. Sunny. They fit her. In more ways than one.
His dick throbbed at her whimper. And her use of the nickname she’d given him years ago tugged at his heart. He hadn’t heard it from her lips in a while and he’d forgotten until right then how much he’d missed it. “You called me Is.”
“Because you’re mine.” Truer words had never been spoken. “Please hurry. We can talk about other things later.”
“Impatient little girl you are.” But he leaned back and wiggled his jeans and underwear down enough to get his cock out. One hand immediately wrapped around him and squeezed, while her other hand continued to hold up her skirt.
“Yes. When I finally decide I want something.”
“You just now decided?”
“No. Figured it out some time ago.”
“Just telling me now?”
“I’ll never understand you completely, will I?” He’d given up on it a long time ago, but her confirming it right there in the bed of his truck only reinforced that he’d drive himself crazy if he tried. That she loved him and wanted him was enough. He’d let her be her and he’d just keep on loving her.
“Do you want to?”
Isaiah shook his head and reared up to snatch a kiss from her lips. His cock brushed against the crotch of her panties between her legs, and he wasn’t sure who moaned first. He didn’t care either.
“God, Is… You do that again and I’m gonna come.”
Those words from her pretty lips about did him in and it took a force of will he hadn’t realized he possessed to keep from shooting all over her. So, what made him ask the following was something he’d never know the answer to. “Would that be so bad?”
“Wouldn’t you rather feel it around your cock inside me?”
“Fuck, Hailey Mae…”
She. Fucking. Giggled.
It was light and full of sweetness while she said or did naughty things.
And it drove him mad.
Isaiah reached between them. The heat emanating through her panties was nothing compared to the heat he felt as soon as he had the edge pulled to the side. “Put me in you,” he said or growled or groaned. He couldn’t be sure which. Not that it mattered. Not right then. All that mattered was that she shifted, then started sliding down, taking him. It was the best feeling in the whole state of Texas. Even better than the Longhorns winning a football game. He knew the thought for the sacrilege it was and if he was struck down by all the long dead UT heros, then so be it. He’d die a happy man.
“Is…” she whispered when she was fully seated on him. Her knees squeezed his hips the way a rider would atop a horse and she buried her face against his neck.
“I know, Hailey girl.”
She sighed. “Isn’t it the best feeling?”
He smiled against her hair and wrapped his arms around her back before dropping his hands to the sweetest ass in the whole county and giving it squeeze. “Yeah. You up for a ride?” Her pussy clenched in response to his question. Whether she did it on purpose or it was an involuntary bodily response, he didn’t know or care. Being with her was indeed the best damn feeling.
She nodded, her lips grazing his earlobe.
The movement of her body started out slow or maybe he was merely distracted a bit by the fact that her mouth had trailed down the side of his neck and her teeth were currently embedded in the skin of his collarbone. Did she think she didn’t have his full attention already?
The harder she bit, then sucked, then bit again, the harder she rode him.
His little Hailey Mae was a spitfire in sex as much as she was a spitfire in the rest of her life. Only, he hadn’t realized it. He thought he’d be the one making the moves, but she proved him wrong. He thought he’d be the one leading them, easing them into more, but she proved him wrong about that, too.
Not that it bothered him. He was happy to let her fuck him, use him, take him, mark him. Whatever made her happy. Whatever satisfied her. Whatever kept her coming back.
Her lips madetheir way up his throat to his mouth and when he opened his eyes, she was staring at him with a sweet and saucy smile.
“You’re my favorite, Is,” she said as she lifted and lowered herself on him.
“Your favorite what?”
If he could’ve melted, he’d have done so, but as it was, his dick wasn’t going to let that happen. The only melting that would be happening in the bed of his truck would be Hailey Mae while impaled on him.
Muffled conversations happened all around them and he prayed the owners of the trucks on either side didn’t come out before he and Hailey were finished.
Metal and dirt dug into his back through his shirt and his jeans hampered any movement to make things more comfortable for himself or Hailey. She didn’t seem to have an issue, though her knees would likely be scraped up with the way she slid on him.
He’d have to make sure to kiss them better and give her a pillow when he got her back to his place or hers.
Her breath was harsh, her shirt rode up until he could glimpse a bra that matched her panties.
“Hay…” He gasped out, gripping her long locks in the hand that wasn’t still clasped hard to her ass.
He pulled her head up until her mouth was mere inches from his. Goddamn, he wanted another taste of her lips, her tongue… He wanted a taste of her skin, her nipples, her pussy. He wanted to feast on her…
“We’re gonna need to get this finished before someone figures out what’s going on over here and takes a peek over the side of the truck.”
Isaiah was surprised he was able to get all those words out without stumbling or slurring them. His dick was trying to do most of the thinking for him, but it wouldn’t be a good thing for them to get caught and hauled off for public indecency, even if his cousin was the sheriff.
“Do you want me to stop?” She slowed down for emphasis, and he dug his fingers into her ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“No. I want you to come all over me so I can take you home and fuck you proper.”
“I never knew you had such a dirty mouth, Is.” She picked up speed again and his breath caught in his throat. She was the sweetest, hottest thing he’d ever touched.
“Now you do.”
“Mmm…” She nodded. “I like it.”
“Good girl. Finish.”
He didn’t know when he got so bossy. He’d always let Hailey be Hailey and he’d always been the cool headed one, the composed one just as she’d said… Was it when she’d teased about being his, even though it wasn’t a tease? Was it when she took his hand in hers? Or when she pouted because he’d never made a move?
Maybe it was when she’d said she loved him.
It didn’t matter. Not really.
All that mattered was… “Hay?” Her eyes, glazed over and hungry, looked down into his. “I lied. Earlier when I said things wouldn’t change between us… I lied.”
She licked her lips and tried to speak a couple of times but couldn’t make words come out. That was fine with him, but he hated the fear he saw glance through her.
She never slowed her ride. She never stopped moving.
She was so far gone on him.
Just as far gone as he was on her.
“Things will definitely change. You’re mine.” He let go of her hair and gripped her other ass cheek, rocking her along the length of his cock. He’d never felt anything like her. Hot, slick, tight. She fluttered and spiraled. She lit up the Texas night. “You’re all mine. Every inch of you, inside and out belongs to me.”
“You get me, Hay? You get what I’m sayin’ to you?”
She nodded and relief changed the look in her eyes. A wild smile crossed her lips and she leaned down and took his mouth in a kiss that should’ve brought the devil up from Hell. She sucked his tongue deep and shuddered on his cock. He felt wetness slide down his balls and grunted down her throat, filling her body with everything he had.
Her pussy threatened to wring every drop from him that he’d ever produce in that one moment in the back of his truck outside the bar his brother-in-law owned.
He didn’t care.
He’d give her his life if it made her happy.
She gave his tongue one last suck and slowly pulled back, smiling down at him. “You mean it?”
It took a few seconds for his brain to unscramble itself. “About you belonging to me? Every word.”
“Good. Cause we didn’t use protection and I’m not on the pill…”
Isaiah bit back a groan, but his cock let them both know what it thought about that. “Then I guess we need to get our clothes right and get you back to the house so we can talk a bit.”
“You don’t look mad.”
“No reason I should be.” He helped her right her shirt and she crawled off him, keeping her head down so no one would see her. They both reached for her panties at the same time, but Isaiah pulled them free of her hand. “Your pretty ass will be sitting bare in the cab of the truck.”
“You really are dirty,” she said, watching him tuck himself back inside his jeans. He left them unbuttoned after struggling to get his fingers to work the zipper right.
“I never heard anything like that from girls you dated.”
“Because no one knew about it.”
Her smile was wide. “Saving it for me?”
“All of it.”
“How did you know I’d like it?”
“I didn’t, but I’m glad you do. This is me, Hailey. I’ll be filthy in bed with you, but I’ll treat you like a fucking princess every hour of the day.”
“I don’t need to be a princess. I just need to be yours, Is.”
The words went straight through him and robbed him of speech. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, then slowly leaned up on an elbow to check for anyone who might see them.
“Coast is clear.”
Hailey crawled backwards to the edge of the tailgate, then in one smooth motion, jumped to the ground. Isaiah figured all the years of cheerleading had to be good for something. Maybe more things than he could even fathom.
“You’re dripping all down my legs,” she said as he hopped down to join her.
“That’s what happens when you fuck a guy in a parking lot.”
“Not if the guy gives me my panties back.”
He held the yellow piece of lace out to her. “Do you really want them?”
“Well…” She dug the toe of her boot into the dirt. “Why did you want me to go bare ass in the truck?”
“So that one of us could play with you and make you come all over the seat.” Her mouth dropped open, and he took it as an invitation to give her a quick open-mouthed kiss. “Shocked? Interested?”
Isaiah chuckled and took her hand in his. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What about my car?”
“It’ll still be here tomorrow.” He helped her up into the cab and dropped her panties in her lap. “If you want them, put them on.”
“So dirty, Is.”
He closed her door, then walked back around the back of the truck to lift the tailgate. Hailey Mae brought out every emotion and protective instinct he had, and he’d meant what he said about them needing to talk when they got back to the house. If she thought for a second he wasn’t planning to marry her… He wanted her in his life, in his house, in his bed. Or their place. He didn’t really care as long as she was with him, as long as she came home to him.
She also brought out every fantasy and dirty thought he’d ever had about her. He wanted her every which way and then he wanted to turn her around and do it all again.
He’d been the proper boyfriend to every girl he’d dated or taken to bed, but with Hailey Mae, all that just flew right out the window the second he touched her, kissed her, heard the words that she wanted him, too.
She also didn’t seem to mind it, given that when he opened the driver’s side door, her panties were sitting in his seat and her legs were spread. “If anyone got too close, they’d see that pretty pussy.”
“And you tell me I’m dirty.”
“I guess we’re a match made.”
“I guess we are.”
“Are we gonna do this, Is?”
The vulnerability on her face and the question in her eyes were completely out of character with the vixen who had her thighs parted on the leather seat of his truck. But he understood why she’d ask. He understood exactly how much had changed from when they walked out of the bar and climbed up on the tailgate.
“I’ve never wanted to do this more. The last word is yours, Hay. It’s always yours.”
“And you’ll love me forever?”
She studied him for long moments. Long enough for more people to spill out into the parking lot. From the side of his eye, Isaiah caught a glimpse of Big Hat Pretend Cowboy staggering across the dirt with his buddies.
“Then you should take me home, Is.”
“What should I do with you when I get you there?”
“Fuck me proper.”
“I can do that.” Isaiah put the truck in gear and pulled out. He rolled his window down as he caught up to B.H.P.C. “Hey man. No hard feelings, right?”
The guy squinted in Isaiah’s direction, sneering when he caught sight of Hailey. “Fuck you.”
“Nah. You’re not my type, but since you were hittin’ on my girl earlier, I have somethin’ for you.”
“You gonna punch me again?”
“Nope.” Isaiah held up the yellow panties and watched B.H.P.C.’s eyes widen. “But since you can’t have the real thing…” He dropped the scrap of lace at the other man’s feet, gave a polite nod, winked over at Hailey who was staring at him wide eyed, then put his boot on the gas pedal and peeled out of the parking lot.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“I’ll buy you more.”
“Are you going to buy me new ones every time a guy hits on me because you give him the ones off my ass?”
“You’re very dirty, Is.”
“Very,” he admitted.
“I love it,” she said softly, dropping her hand between her legs, sighing as she began rubbing her clit in the front seat of his truck. “I love you, Is.”
“I love you, too, Hay.”
He said nothing more and neither did she. The only sounds that filled the cab were her whimpers and moans and it was the sweetest music Isaiah had ever heard driving down the road on a warm Texas night.