29. Hunter

I'm frozen, my mouth wide open, staring back at him with a mix of shock and heat swirling in my belly.

"You really haven't been able to—"

"No." He works his jaw from side to side as he searches out the window once again. "They said it was a possibility. That it would be temporary, from the nerve damage. They warned me it might take a few weeks. Or even a few months. I wasn't exactly worried yet, but…"

"Hey," I soothe, cupping his jaw and guiding his face so he's forced to look at me. "I already asked once. But now I'm going to say it again. What can I do to help you?"

Levi ducks his head, his breath hitching. "You… you want to help me?"

Slowly, gently, I brush my fingertips up the length of his jean-clad thigh.

I give him plenty of time to stop me. To pull back or tell me this isn't a good idea.

With each second that passes—with each second that he lets me touch him, allows me to grow closer—my hope grows. So does my curiosity.

I'm both shocked and delighted when I discover the evidence of his rock-hard cock much sooner than I expected. Lip caught between my teeth, I meet his gaze. There isn't even a hint of embarrassment on his face now, that's for damn sure.

Good for you, Levi Moore.

The man is packing, and he knows it.

Applying the slightest bit of pressure, I run two fingers along his shaft.

In response, he throws his head back and hisses like I just deep-throated him.

"Fuck."

"Is that okay?" I rush to ask. The last thing I want to do is to hurt him or to set back his recovery.

"More than okay." He captures my wrist in his hand and pulls it away. "But you need to stop. Unless—"

He cuts himself off there and blows out a pained breath.

"Unless what, Levi?"

"Unless you want things to go a hell of a lot further right here, right now."

My heart trips over itself. There's no need to stop and think about it. My decision's already been made.

Leaning into the arousal that's been churning low in my belly since the moment he pulled me against his chest, I inch my hand higher, toward the waistband of his jeans.

"Daisy," he warns.

"Duke," I snip back. "I don't want to stop," I admit, softer. "I want this to go a hell of a lot further. Right here. Right now."

"Fucking hell," he mutters, pinching his eyes shut.

Feeling bold, I squeeze his cock through his jeans. "If you want me to stop, tell me right now."

He groans in response. His dark blue eyes blaze with desire. "You want this?" he confirms, his husky tone sending shivers through me.

I bite down on my bottom lip and nod.

He dips his head and locks eyes with me. "You're sure?"

I love a man who understands and fully embraces consent. But yes means yes.

Right now, sitting on the lap of this man, my body lit up in such a visceral way, knowing he's hard for the first time in weeks because of me? I've never wanted anything more.

I brush at a loose strand of hair and tuck it behind my ear. Then I throw my arms around Levi's neck.

I want to be close to him. Even closer than this. I spin his cap so the brim is backward. Then I press our foreheads together.

"What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I didn't help you out?"

Levi stares at me for a beat, and then another, silent, thoughtful. Finally, he pulls one of my hands free and guides it down his torso.

"Unbutton my pants, Daisy, and take what you want."

Desire clouds the air between us, filling the cab of the truck with a heady aura as I undo his belt with ease. I fumble a little to work the button of his jeans free.

He catches my wrist, steadying my shaking hand, mistaking my clumsiness for trepidation. "You're sure?" he asks again, the timbre of his voice so low the words rattle in my own chest.

I lock eyes with him, chest heaving. "Yes means yes, Duke. Don't you dare ask if I'm sure again. I want this. I want you."

His face transforms from genuinely concerned to devilishly cocky.

"I like you in Brat Mode, Daisycakes."

Before I can sass back, he releases my wrist, adjusts the driver's seat as far back as it'll go, and tilts his pelvis to give me better access.

"Take it out," he grunts.

I obey and instantly slip into a state of shock and awe when his cock springs free from his boxers.

I could tell he was big with that first touch, but this is beyond average-guy big. Levi is massive. His cock is long and thick, with prominent veins leading up to a fat crown that's already leaking precum.

"You want it?" His voice is heavy, laced with more of a southern twang than usual, and his eyes are hazy as he looks down at his dick.

I nod, frantic, desperate in a way that would be embarrassing with just about anyone else. I want to touch him so badly I ache.

"Prove it." His eyes are fire as he stares me down. But this isn't a contest. We aren't in a stalemate or a standoff of any kind. I am more than happy to oblige.

If he wants proof, I'll gladly provide it.

I pop the button of my own pants, then rise up on my knees. Thank god the cab of this truck is spacious enough that I don't hit my head on the ceiling and that I chose wide-legged loose-fitting pants this morning.

Without breaking eye contact, I slip two fingers under the lacy edge of my panties.

I squirm slightly when my fingers brush my clit, but I don't stop there. With a moan, I dip both fingers inside myself and skim over that perfect spot.

Before I get carried away, I pull my hand out of my pants, lock eyes with Levi once again, and hold out my glistening fingers for his inspection.

"Proof," I declare with a saucy smile.

He licks his lips.

He touches my wrist once again.

I hold my breath, waiting for him to put my fingers in his mouth.

Instead, he lowers my hand. "Rub your cream into my slit."

I whimper at the command, but quickly do as he asks. Trembling with desire, I paint my arousal around his cock, taking care to rub it into the slit at the crown. Gently, I use my fingertips to pull apart the tip, widening the hole.

"Just like that," Levi encourages. He's just as transfixed as I am by the scene.

The heat in my core goes molten as I continue teasing. I'm so lost in my ministrations that I gasp when he captures my wrist again.

He lowers my hand to his shaft. "Spit on it," he demands.

I bend low and do as he says, aiming so it hits the tip where my arousal gleams.

When I lift my head, Levi uses his free hand to wipe at the string of saliva caught on my bottom lip. Then he promptly pops that thumb into his own mouth.

"I'm not going to last long." He covers my hand with his own and guides me, tugging his shaft with measured pulls.

I'm following his lead, giving tentative strokes, and he's writhing beneath me like he's already on the edge.

Panting, he tells me, "I was serious before. I haven't… been able to… feel anything… since the surgery."

He sets the pace, and once I'm comfortable with it, he releases his grip. Then he grasps the lower half of his dick. Our stacked fists find a perfect rhythm. We work in tandem, rubbing and squeezing.

"Fucking hell. You're doing so good for me, pretty girl."

A little thrill shoots through me. From the praise. At his confession. At the prospect of it all.

My own desire grows, wanton and sassy. Bold and loud.

More.

Closer.

Now.

Please.

Without slowing, I slip my free hand down my unbuttoned pants.

"Stop," Levi insists.

I freeze, heart caught in my throat.

He shakes his head and repositions my hand where he wants it on his cock. "Leave your pants on Daisy. Please." The request is tender and sweet. "There's no fucking way our first time is going to be in a truck where I'm bound to blow my load in under two minutes."

I don't bother arguing.

Instead, I spit on his dick again, then focus on spreading the moisture all over the top of his shaft.

He moves his hand lower once more, grips the base of his cock, then reestablishes the rhythm where we jerk him in tandem.

I rub.

He squeezes.

We're both breathless when his body locks up tight.

"Fucking hell, Hunter. That's it. You're doing so good for me."

His thighs tense, and he growls in warning.

I don't slow down or pull back. I want it. I want him.

Warm jets of cum shoot from his pulsing cock. The sticky substance coats our hands as I work him over without slowing.

He hisses and groans, offering words of praise between moments of breathless ecstasy.

So fucking good.

So fucking perfect.

You're doing so good for me.

Fucking incredible.

When his body finally stills, I slow and rest my head on his shoulder.

We're both quiet for a moment.

He holds me tenderly, keeping me close as he rubs one hand up and down my back.

I peer up and note the sheen of sweat glossing his forehead and the perspiration pebbling just below the band of his backward ball cap.

Levi guides my hand to his pants and rubs it clean. Then he shifts so he can wrap his arms around my torso, and he hugs me even tighter.

Arms looped around his neck, I lean in close and nudge him with my nose.

He springs to life then and blows out a long exhale. Sitting straighter, he hits me with one of those charming, cocksure grins.

He quickly puts his dick away, then readjusts his pants.

When he meets my gaze again, he tips his chin once, then drops his focus to my pants.

"Your turn, Daisy. Take those off and let me see that pretty little cunt."