Riding Shotgun (Mercenaries 3) Read Free

truck and reached in to drag a blanket across the bare metal. Hopping up onto the blanket, he pulled her down onto his lap.
    Damn. This was insane. She hadn’t had sex on the tailgate of a truck since, well, never. Just the thought was a turn-on, as if they were a couple of teenagers too horny to find a better place.
    As if he could read her mind, Shotgun relinquished her lips, his voice harsh with repressed desire. “We could go find a motel or something?”
    Kalie shook her head. Hell, she grew up in a laboratory. Why bother to get prissy now, especially since her hormones seemed to be in overdrive around this guy? She needed to get him out of her system. Reaching down, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
    Shotgun let out a low whistle. “Don’t play around, do you, little girl?” Raising his hands, he cupped her naked breasts, kneading them softly before sucking one tightly pebbled tip into his mouth.
    “I’m not a little girl.” Kalie stated the obvious, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of Shotgun’s mouth on her skin. Her gut did a long slow glide down into the depths of desire. She leaned into him, instinctively seeking the shelter of his strong arms. He was so large, so solid. Just for once it was nice to let her guard down and not worry about getting caught.
    He took his time, worshipping her breasts with his lips and tongue, swirling a path around the sensitive tips. He grazed his teeth across the nipple, then licked the pain away. Running one hand possessively down her back, he held her prisoner to his demanding mouth.
    She could feel the thick length of his cock through the material of her jeans, and an imp of mischief made her wriggle her bottom. Shotgun rewarded her by sliding his hand down to give her a sharp slap on the ass. She let out a yelp of protest, more on principal than because it actually hurt. Truth be told, it felt kind of good.
    “Damn, you taste good, little girl.” He caressed her ass through the denim for a moment before bringing his hand around the front to fumble with the fastenings at her waist. Impatient to feel his naked skin against her, Kalie brushed his hand away and undid it herself. Sliding off his lap, she quickly shimmied her legs free and tossed the jeans into the back of the truck.
    Shotgun stood and managed to divest himself of his remaining clothes in record time before pulling her back to him. “You’re right. You’re not a little girl, now are you?” Scooping her into his arms with restrained eagerness, he laid her down on the blanket and followed her into the bed of the truck. Propping himself up on one elbow, he used his mouth and hands to explore her body with a fierce thoroughness that took her breath away. He looked so rough and yet his hands were infinitely tender as he parted her thighs and lowered his head to nibble at the soft skin of her inner thighs.
    His warm breath feathered across the soft folds of skin guarding her sex, and she let out a little whimper. Wrapping her fingers in his hair, she arched her back, mutely offering herself to him. She wanted him. Needed him. Wanted to feel the thick length of him plundering her moist channel. Needed to feel him inside her.
    “Damn you to hell. Fuck me. Now.” She gasped the words out as darts of liquid pleasure raced across the surface of her skin.
    He raised his head, his dark eyes fixing on hers as a slow, knowing smile curved the corners of his lips. He didn’t acknowledge her outburst, didn’t reply. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he kept his gaze locked on her as he slowly licked one long finger and then inserted it deep inside her.
    Kalie let out a strangled whimper as his thumb brushed across the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs while his finger sent curls of lust dancing through every nerve ending.
    He inserted a second finger and began to pump them in and out, his gaze never leaving her face. “Come on, little Kalie. Show me how hot you