“Turn here.” She pointed to the entrance of a dirt road that led to the mountains behind the Wilds Ranch. “What do you have in mind?” Jarrod gave her a quick look as he guided the truck down the road she suggested. In response, she lifted the hem of her blouse, yanked it over her head, and then unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor. “I’m going to fuck you,” she said as she shimmied out of her skirt and kicked off her shoes. Jarrod groaned and shifted in his seat. “I’m about ready to pull the truck over right here and fuck you in the cab.” Catie knelt on the seat next to him, her naked body pressed tight along his bicep. “Just keep driving ‘til I tell you to stop, Sheriff.” She rubbed her breasts against his shirt, the material chaffing her sensitive nipples. He took one hand off the wheel and moved it between her thighs, easing it up to cup her pussy. Moaning, she thrust her hips against his hand. The scent of her juices mingled with his light aftershave and the truck’s leather interior.
