Broken Beginnings: A High Heat Small Town Romance Suspense (Citrus Cove Book 1)

I NEEDED TO TOUCH HIM. I needed to do something. I’d been squeezing my thighs together since the middle of our breakfast, my entire body wanting him more than anything else.

I needed to forget about what happened with my sister. I needed to get out of my head. But even if that wouldn’t have happened, I would have wanted him.

I leaned over in my seat, running my fingertips over the outline of his cock, and his breath hitched as we hit Main Street. He bit back a curse as I gripped his belt buckle, undoing it and then the button of his pants.

“Haley,” he moaned. “Fuck.”

I pulled down his zipper and slid my hand into his pants, gripping his hard cock. The sound he made was low and possessive, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

“I think we should go to my house, and then I’ll take you for the car later. Also, Haley, I tested recently and was negative for anything.”

“I agree,” I said, licking my lips. “And thank you for telling me.”

I pushed down his boxer briefs, his cock coming free. He was hard, the veins along his shaft pulsing. I leaned down, taking the head of his cock between my lips and sucking.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he huffed. “We’re on Main Street, and you’re sucking my cock.”

I let out a soft moan. It had been too long since I’d done anything like this, and I was desperate. Desperate for his touch, for the taste of him. My heart beat faster, my cheeks flushing with heat.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he growled. “God, I’m not going to make it home. Not if you keep touching me like this. I want to grab your hair and face fuck you.” He let out a low hiss.

I took more of his cock, gripping the base. He adjusted in his seat, giving me space to do more. The truck’s engine revved as he sped up, hitting one of the roads that would take us out of town.

“My house is like ten minutes from here, and I’m not gonna make it that far, sunshine.”

I drew back, licking my lips as I looked up at him. His muscles were stiff, his eyes laser focused on the road. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he rasped. He drew in a steadying breath, glancing at me. My pussy throbbed from the intensity of his gaze. “No. But I’m going to pull over at a spot I know. Can you touch yourself for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I leaned back in my seat for a moment, letting out a whimper as I undid my jeans and pulled them down. He stole a glance at me, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.

Had I worn a red lace thong wondering if something might happen? Yes. Yes I had. And I was thanking past me for that decision now.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered as I kicked the denim free. “I changed my mind. I think red is my favorite color.”

I reached over and gripped his cock, pushing my other hand under the lace. I was wet, so wet for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned. “We’re only a couple minutes away from the spot.”

All the tension between us was making every touch more intense. I whimpered as I touched my clit, pleasure electrifying every nerve ending in my body.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so wet.”

“I know, baby. Keep going, we’re almost there.”

My head tipped back, a gasp leaving me as he slowed the truck and took a sharp right down a country road. He sped down it, kicking up a cloud of pale dirt behind us.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

He pulled off the road behind three massive oak trees, putting the truck in park. I’d never seen someone get out of a truck so fast. Within a split second, my door was yanked open, a yelp leaving me.

He leaned in and cupped my face. I drank him in, searching his gaze, his searching mine.

“I want you,” I whispered. “Please. I need you.”

“I want you more than anything in this whole world.”

I leaned forward, our lips crashing in a heated kiss. He unbuckled me as he kissed me, his hands running down to my hips and yanking me out of my seat.

I groaned against him, our kiss breaking as my head fell back. He kissed down my neck, sucking my throat gently. Pleasure rolled through me, spreading like a wildfire.

“Reach back and grab the blanket,” he commanded softly.

“You were prepared for this?” I asked, raising a brow.

“I’m always prepared, sunshine.”

I leaned back and found the blanket he spoke of, pulling it up front. He took it and threw it over his shoulder and then reached for me, picking me up and pulling me out of the truck. I gasped, my legs wrapping around his hips.

“Cam,” I rasped, glancing at the road. There were a couple of massive oaks blocking us, but we weren’t completely out of view. “Someone could drive by.”

“No one will see us,” he promised, his voice gruff.

He carried me to the back of the truck and flipped down the tailgate, putting down the blanket. Within a couple of moments, he sat me on the edge and pushed me back.

I gasped, my back arching as he pushed up my shirt and cupped my breasts. He trailed kisses down my stomach until he came to the red lace, pushing my thighs apart.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop. I need you.”

He nodded and pressed his face between my thighs. I gasped as he pulled the lace to the side, his tongue circling my clit. I arched up, gripping the blanket as I cried out.

“Cam,” I moaned.

A hunger rolled through me, one that only he could satisfy. I ached for him, my body desperate for more.

“You taste so fucking sweet, sunshine,” he rasped.

He continued, circling and sucking, teasing and driving me wild. His tongue dipped lower, pushing inside of me and lapping at my entrance.

“Cam,” I rasped. “I’m so wet. I need more.”

He grunted and gripped my hips, pulling me hard against him, burying his face in. The man wasn’t a liar—he seemed happy to stay down there between my thighs until he made me see stars.

I gasped, waves of pleasure working through me. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, but it felt so good to just be pleasured like this. I reached down and gripped his dark hair, letting out a sharp cry as an orgasm suddenly tore through me.

He didn’t pull back until I finished. I melted against his truck, gasping through the lustful haze. He let out a soft hum, kissing back up my body.

“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he huffed.

In one motion, I was lifted again, but this time, he climbed into the back of the truck. The tires bounced as he moved us up, spreading out the blanket.

“This is crazy,” I said. But I felt the thrill, the wildness of being so close to a road where anyone could see us. My pussy throbbed still, the ache between my legs desperate for more.

Cam cupped my face and kissed me, pulling me on top of him to straddle his lap. He lifted my shirt and threw it to the side, letting out a low whistle, his gaze running over my body.

“This red lace is killing me,” he said appreciatively, his gaze fixated on the matching bra I’d worn. “You’re spoiling me, sunshine.”

I grinned. I loved the way he looked at me. It had been a long time since someone looked at me like this, like I was everything they could possibly want in the world. Really, had anyone ever looked at me like this?

He reached around with one hand and undid my bra, drawing a gasp from me.

“Look at you,” I teased him. “One-handed and everything.”

“Keep teasing, sunshine. Soon, you’ll be screaming my name so loud the heavens will hear you.” He tossed my bra to the side and took a nipple between his lips.

I gasped as he sucked, my head falling back. I could feel his cock throbbing against me, his calloused hands running up and down my body, sending waves of need through me. I rocked against him, moaning as he moved to my other nipple and sucked.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Cam. I need you.”

“You got me right here, baby. Right here.”

I rocked my hips against him again in demand, gasping as pleasure kept rolling through me. The heat between us was magnetic, every sane thought short-circuited by the need for him. I ran my hands over his hard muscles, appreciating them. “Please,” I rasped.

He let out a little growl and lifted me, pulling my panties free and lowering me back down on his lap. He paused, cursing under his breath. “Condoms. Glove box.”

“I’m on birth control.”

He looked up at me, his eyes searching me. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I want you to come inside me,” I whispered. “But only if you also want that. If you don’t, then we can grab the condoms.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out.

I started to pull back, wincing. “It’s okay, we can grab them⁠—”

“Sunshine, you have no idea how badly I want to shove my cock inside you and come.” He bucked his hips up and kicked his jeans and boxer briefs off.

I looked down between us and gripped his cock, stroking up. Precum dripped from the tip. I licked my lips and leaned down, swiping it up. He cursed as I sucked, and then he gripped my bun, pulling me back.

I raised up, the head of his cock brushing against me. He kissed my throat as he lifted me, holding me in place before slowly sliding me down.

A raspy cry left me. I took him slowly, his cock easing inside, every inch making me moan.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”

I sank down all the way, his cock throbbing inside me. He kissed my throat again, his fingers digging into my thighs as he thrust up hard.

We both moaned. He pulled me up and then back down, the pleasure between us rolling into a storm of lust. I held on to him as we fell into a rhythm, a harsh one, a desperate one. I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his kisses. I bounced up and down on his hard cock, my nails scraping his shoulders as I moaned.

He bit back another curse and suddenly pushed me onto my back, my legs wrapping around his hips as he pinned me beneath him and thrust into me harder. Deeper.

“Cam!” I cried, holding on to him.

He rutted into me harder, and I held on tighter, a release suddenly rolling through me. I arched against him with a cry as my orgasm took root, my vision blurring as I came. He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, just kept going, fucking me through the pure bliss.

“I’m so close,” he rasped. “You feel so good.”

“I want you to fill me,” I whimpered.

“I am, sunshine. You’re going to take every fucking drop.”

He pumped into me harder until he let out a deep moan, giving one last thrust. I felt the heat of him as he came inside me, my legs tightening around him. He slowly relaxed, the two of us panting.

I met his gaze, and we both held on until I let out a laugh.

“We’re crazy,” I whispered.

“I’m crazy about you,” he murmured, caressing my face. “More than I’ve ever been about anyone. I’ve never felt this way before.”

I felt myself melt underneath him. I knew what he was feeling because I was feeling it too. And it made no sense, right? That the two of us would work this well together. But that had been some of the hottest sex I’d ever had, and he was sweet too.

The sound of an engine had both of our eyes widening. He lifted his head slightly and then snorted, hunkering back down. We tensed as a car rumbled down the road not that far away, but they never stopped.

The moment they were gone, I let out a low laugh. “You’ve turned me into a criminal, Cameron Harlow.”

He chuckled and planted a kiss on me. He slowly began to pull out, leaning back and looking at his cum dripping out of me. He let out a soft moan, reaching between my legs.

I gasped as he pushed it back in. He had this look on his face, a possessive one. One I’d never seen before. The sun dappled his tan skin, his gaze searing me as he pushed more of his cum back inside of me.

Something shifted between us. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I knew there was no going back. Not after this. But I didn’t want to go back.

“Cam,” I whispered.

“I’ve wanted to be with you since the first day you came to Citrus Cove,” he said, still looking at my pussy. “I’ve dreamed about you. Touched myself thinking about you. I’ve felt guilt over how fucking mean I was to you. How much of an idiot I was.”

“Cam… I told you we can leave that in the past.”

“You can,” he said softly. “But now that I have a second chance, I’m going to spend every moment I can worshiping you. Making up for being such a damn fool.”

My mouth fell open, a shiver working through me. I could spend all day with him. Hell, I wanted to spend all day with him.

He finally let out a soft moan, leaning back on his heels. “We’ve got to get dressed, and I need to get you to my bed, sunshine. I’m not done with you yet. Unless you have plans today.”

The sun burned above us, a gentle breeze caressing my skin. I smirked, raising a brow.

Even if I did have plans, I’d be canceling all of them.

“I think all my plans are with you, Cam.”