I try not to let my mouth water when I speak. "Careful. You're just a few inches shy of striking gold there, prospector."
"Gold, huh?" He puffs out a small laugh, brushing his lips against the spot where my neck meets the collar of my tee shirt.
"That's right. So much gold it'll change your life," I say.
My words provoke a growl out of somewhere deep in his chest.
"Already did that," he says, his breath tickling the skin of my neck. "Therefore I claim this land," he says, kissing my shoulder. "This hill…" He slides the palm of one hand over my ass. "And this valley…" His fingers glide down across my ass cheek and nuzzle the crevice at the center seam of my shorts. My body jolts. "In the name of Me."
I laugh, but it does nothing to hide the all-over trembling.
"You need a map to navigate this land?"
Jet brushes his lips over mine and traces the tip of his tongue over my top lip. "Nah. I'm thinking I'd like to explore it all in close detail."
"Careful. You might come across some explosive terrain," I reply.
Jet pulls his finger out of my waistband and sinks both palms down the back of my pants, the view hidden—hopefully—by the interior of my car. "I can take it, and I want to know every single inch of it."
Chapter Eleven
Jet
As soon as we arrive at her small Airstream trailer, Rocket and I have our hands all over each other. The only moment I've forced myself to stop touching her is to text Henry, letting him know where I am, and that he can take my truck back home and Rocket will take me to pick it up later.
The ever-chill Henry replied only, "You might need clothes to change into, dumbass. I have a feeling you're going to be a while, so I'll drop off your duffel there before I head home. I'll reserve a family pass to the pumpkin patch next year with your name on it."
I don't care if he's giving me shit or not. I don't need to look at my phone anymore today, or for the next month as long as I'm with Rocket. I need to touch her and kiss her and keep her tight against me as soon as possible. Judging by the feel of her mouth opening to me, her tongue tangling with mine, her hands on my chest, she does too.
"I need to get you inside," I rattle out.
"Jet, I need you to know. It's not much to look at," she replies, tugging at my shirt.
"Fuck that, anywhere with you is where I want to be," I say, pressing a kiss to her neck before sliding out the passenger side, running around to the other side, and snatching her out. Any second without her body held tight against me is a second wasted.
Rocket fumbles for the key while my hand explores her back, her neck, her ass. I tug at the collar of her T-shirt so my mouth and teeth can savor the soft skin of her shoulders.
"Better get that door open or I'm gonna make sure the neighbors call the cops on us for indecent exposure," I say.
When she finally opens the door to her trailer and steps inside, I don't wait for her to hang her keys or take off her shoes or switch on her little window air conditioning unit. I come in behind her and kick the door shut behind me. Before she even has time to jump at the noise, I spin her around and have her pinned against the inside of the door. Her mouth falls open and her eyes are wide in shock. I grind against her pelvis, and she pushes against me while our hungry, frantic mouths and hands lay waste to each other.
"Get those jeans off, get them off now," I rattle against her damp throat. I see her swallow hard while my hands help her lose her bottoms. She helps unzip my fly while our mouths find each other again.
No time for pleasantries, I shove my briefs part of the way down, freeing my dick, which wavers in the air like it's already searching for her. She takes it in her hand.
"Nuh-uh," I say. "A good sailor always carries protection." I slip a condom out of my wallet and let her help me slide it over my dick.
Then, bracing her against the door, I hoist her legs around my hips, caressing her wet pussy briefly with the pre-cum covered tip before sliding it in.
"All the way in. Now. I need it," she says breathlessly. With a curse of pleasure, I slide into her wet heat.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Rocket."
She bucks against me, her legs sweating and clamping me tight to her. I rock into her, and her head falls back against the door.
"Careful, sweets," I say, cupping the back of her head while I pull out slightly and quickly thrust back in all the way. This simple consideration has her pulling me into her even more tightly, her mouth moaning into mine as we kiss. The urgent thrusts increase into a fevered rhythm. Her body grips me and sucks me in. Her scalp is warm against my fingers, her soft locks dampening with sweat.
"I want to go deeper, baby, but I'm just…"
"Jet, you just came home from how many days at sea? Take what you need. You don't need to cradle me; I can hold myself up. Just go for it. Now. Just bang me until you can't anymore. I can take it. I want it."
Our fused hips gyrating together, I ramp up the pace while letting go of her head so I can brace myself with one hand on the door. I want to stroke every inch of her, but I hesitate, still thinking I need to hold her steady with my other arm. But Rocket seems to have the core strength of an acrobat because when
