Chapter Twenty

Dean shook the man's hand and thanked him again for pulling the Impala out of the muddy field. He watched him climb into the pick up and drive off before turning back to Leah. Leah. Now there was a sight! She was standing by the passenger door, arms folded across her chest, smiling brightly at him as he walked over.

She'd cleared most of the mud from her face, but there was plenty left in her hair and on her clothes. And yet she looked gorgeous as hell. His body reacted with its usual response - his chest tightened, his cock hardened and his breathing grew heavy. He wanted her. No matter that they were standing on the side of a road. With Leah, where they were was irrelevant because it was always like this.

He'd had more than his fair share of women over the years and why not? He adored them and enjoyed the hell out of sex, but the way he felt with her wasn't the same. It was like there was a switch inside of him that she could flip on. Leah made him feel more alive, more turned on than anyone else ever had.

Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and kissed her. His mouth moved over hers heatedly, his tongue seeking then demanding as he let all his passion flow into her. He heard her sigh as her arms went around his neck and her body pressed fervently up against his.

"Mmmm" she purred. "I think this is where we were before that very kind man interrupted us." There was a slight stress on the word 'kind'. She was grateful for his help, she truly was, but he had shown up at very inopportune moment.

"No, I think we were actually lying down somewhere right over there." He teased, jerking his head toward the field. "We can go back out there. I've never done it in the mud."

Leah laughed. "No! That's okay. I've never done it in the mud either and the idea of that stuff getting into places I'd rather not have it get into is the reason why!" Her hand crept up into his hair, clasping a chunk of drying mud. "God! We are covered in this stuff! We need a shower."

Dean moved forward until Leah was pinned between his body and the car. "I need you." he said, his hips rubbing against hers, letting her feel how hard he was beneath his jeans. His mouth once again took hers in a kiss that was hungry and impatient, sweeping Leah along in its urgency.

He tugged down the zipper on her jacket and pushed it open so he could cup her breast. Her nipple sprang to life at his touch, straining into the warmth of his palm. It wasn't enough, he had to feel her smooth skin. He let his hand drop to the hem of her shirt and steal up underneath it, shoving her bra aside so his fingers could lightly pinch the pearly prize.

Leah arched into his hand and tried to pull him closer. In the back of her mind she was aware they were in a public place, but it seemed of little importance. There was only Dean. Just as it always was when his hands and mouth were on her working their magical spell. The one that caused her brain to malfunction and all rational thought to vanish. Thoughts like, one could get arrested for doing what they were about to do.

The silky slide of Dean's tongue began to mimic that most intimate act and Leah felt herself hanging by a thread. How wicked was it that the man could bring her to the verge of climax with just that sinfully skilled mouth? She moaned softly and let her hands drag down his sides, then slip around to grip his firm ass. Molding her hips tightly to his so that her sex fit snugly against his rigid shaft, she used a seductive gyration that left every cell in her body aching to have him inside her.

She needed him, her body hot and pulsing as her hands found the button on his jeans and worked it open. She eased the zipper down and reaching inside, slid her palm along the length of him. Dean groaned at her touch, his cock straining for more and Leah complied. Her hand encircled him, then used slow firm strokes to lead him right to the brink of heaven.

Dean nibbled on the soft skin of her throat as he unfastened her jeans. He continued to caress her breasts as his other hand dipped beneath her panties, his long fingers rubbing over her wet, swollen folds. He heard the faint intake of breath, felt the delicate shudder of her body as he touched her and his control snapped.

His hands flew to the waist of her jeans and he started to tug them down when the blast of a car horn startled them both. He lifted his head and saw a big green truck pulling in behind the Impala. Anger bubbled up at the intrusion, but quickly turned to a dark rage that ripped through him with incredulous force when he recognized the man behind the wheel.

"What the fuck?" He turned his back to the truck, using his body to shield Leah and hurried to zip his pants.

Leah hurried to fasten her own jeans and zip up her jacket before leaning around Dean. She caught sight of the driver as he got out of the vehicle and let loose a few choice words as well, although they were aimed at herself not the visitor.

"Blake!" Dean glared at the hunter as he strode over to them, his hands flexing as he fought to keep them from balling into fists.

His green eyes shifted to Leah as he wondered what her reaction was to the guy's stumbling across them. 'Chance' meeting was highly unlikely and he knew HE damn sure hadn't told the asshole where they'd be. Her expression was one of panic, her gaze holding his for the briefest moment before darting away. He had his answer.

After quickly averting Dean's questioning eyes, Leah stared uneasily at Blake. How could she let this happen? Sure she'd been upset with Dean and all the things he'd pulled since showing up in New Hampshire. Seducing her in the motel room; hiding her truck and forcing her to ride with him; making her want him when she knew the best thing to do was get as far away from him as possible. But how could she forget placing that late night call, pleading with Blake to come and get her? She supposed her memory loss had something to do with the incredible sex she and Dean had not long after that impromptu call but it was by no means an excuse for failing to either warn Dean or call Blake back.

"Well, well." Blake drawled as he stood beside the couple. "Look at this. What happened to you two?" He took in their filthy appearance, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

"What are you doing here, asshole? How the hell did you find us?" Dean demanded.

"I was on my way to Amy's to get Leah. If you didn't have such a unique car, Winchester, I would have driven right on by. That Chevy stands out like a sore thumb. Not a smart idea for a hunter to be so blatantly loud, you think?"

The remarks about the car barely registered. He couldn't believe the prick was there for Leah. "What do you mean, on your way to get Leah?" he asked, his voice menacingly low.

Blake looked to Leah, a smirk on his handsome face. "You didn't tell Dean you called me, sweets? Shame on you."

Both sets of eyes were on her, one pair darkened with anger, the other light with amusement. Though she wanted to slap Blake for finding humor in this, she held back and decided it was best to deal with Dean first.

"Well, I...I was..." Leah stuttered. What she said at this point was critical, but the words were elusive.

"What the fuck did you call him for?" Dean barked.

Stepping closer, Blake pointed a finger at Dean. "You gotta calm down. No need to talk to her like that."

"Don't get in my face and tell me what to do!" he argued, but knew the jerk was right. He looked to Leah again, his temper a little more under control. "Leah? What's going on?"

"It was right after my talk with Amy. Before we, uhm," she waved her hand around in a nervous gesture, trying to find the right words. "before I woke you up. You know, when you were asleep in the living room."

Dean's mouth curled into a snarl as he listened to her stumble around her excuse. "Guess I should be glad it wasn't after that, right?" he ground out, hurt that she'd wanted to get away from him so badly she'd called the other hunter.

"Dean, please. Just let me explain." She could tell he was not only angry, but surprised and hurt by Blake's arrival and she didn't blame him. But she had to get him to understand why she'd made the call. "I was upset with you at the time. And..."

"And what? You wanted to get away from me? Great. He's here. You got what you wanted. Go ahead, Leah."

Her head shook so roughly from side-to-side that bits of mud flung off. "No Dean. I did want to leave. Then, but not now." She turned to Blake. "I'm sorry I got you to come all the way out here for nothing. Dean and I, we're back together."

Blake laughed. "Back together? Just come with me, Leah. You heard him, he said go. Hell, if he cared he'd want you to stay. Besides, it's not gonna last. This cowboy's just gonna get that itch and take off on you again."

"Only thing I'm gonna take off is your damn head!" Dean growled. The two men stood face to face, staring each other down.

"Tough guy, huh? And here I thought you only hurt girls. You want take me on, bring it."

Leah rushed forward and pushed her way in between the two men, separating them. She put a hand on each of their chests to keep them apart. "Okay, guys. Stop this. It's my fault and I'm sorry." She looked at Dean. "I was upset with you, but we're working on things. I'm not going anywhere." Turning to Blake, she said, "Blake, I apologize for having you drive out here. In the heat of the moment I made a stupid call. But like I said, I'm not going anywhere."

She let her hands drop to her sides. "So, we're all good right?" she asked, fingers crossed. The last thing she wanted was to end up in the mud again, this time trying to break up a fight between two very large, very angry hunters.

Dean bit back a remark for Blake and instead looked at Leah. "We're good."

Blake nodded. "Same here. But I'm gonna stick around town for awhile."

"Why bother? Do us all a favor and go crawl back under your rock." Dean sniped.

"You're just looking to get hit, aren't you, Winchester?"

"Hey! You both just agreed to stop." Leah warned.

Shaking his head, Dean said, "No, we agreed we were good. Meaning you were staying and he was leaving. So now he needs to leave."

"Leah, what the hell do you see in this guy?" Blake asked. Then to Dean, "I didn't agree to leave. So deal with it. I told you once before I didn't want to see her back with you. She may have changed her mind for now, but I'll just bet it's temporary. You'll fuck up and I'll be here to make things right for her."

"Keep running your mouth, buddy boy, and the only thing getting fucked up is you! If you stay in town, you stay the hell away from Leah. Got it?" Dean warned.

Blake shrugged, unaffected by Dean's threats. "I'll stay in town and I'll do just as I please. You don't want me near Leah, you better keep her happy." He smiled at Leah. "I'm here if you need me. Just call my cell, like you did last time, and I'll come and get you. You know I'll treat you better than this dick."

Dean jammed his palm into Blake's chest, causing the man to take a step back in order to keep his balance. "Get out of here."

The two stared at each other for a moment, then Blake got in his truck and drove off. Dean stood there, unsure of what to say to Leah. She touched his arm, but he drew back and decided it was better not to say anything at all at the moment. He needed time to think. He got in behind the wheel and waited for her to get in beside him, then the two headed for Amy's in silence.

TBC

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