totally on board with that
plan. She probably should have had more pride though. Or been less damned
lonely.
“I don’t care about who’s been
first. I care about who’s last . And
best.” He grinned. “I plan on being your best. Fair warning.”
While she stared at him,
speechless, he pulled the truck off beside a river. The spot was pretty,
showing no signs of the recent fire. It was also private. The river was
partially dammed up here, spilling over the rocks in a foamy cascade to form a
deeper pool. If she’d known this place was here, she’d have come out every
weekend. It was the perfect place to go swimming—and to do other, sexier
things.
While she admired the
scenery— slowpoke —Luke got
out, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Hello.” She put her feet up on the
dashboard. Might as well be comfortable while she enjoyed the view. “You didn’t
tell me that there would be entertainment.”
He laid the shirt over the side of
his truck. Vicious started yapping, clearly onboard with the whole plan, so she
let the dog out so it could run around and pee on trees. She, on the other
hand, had a man to ogle.
Luke bent over and unlaced his
boots, toeing them off. White socks shouldn’t be so sexy. It just wasn’t fair.
He looked up. “You’re slacking.”
“Excuse me?” Because she hadn’t
been planning on fingering herself and taking care of all the foreplay on her
own. That was his job. It really was.
He made an up-and-down motion with
his fingers. “Get undressed.”
Apparently, Luke thought sex was a
self-serve operation, more like a cafeteria-style buffet with plastic trays than
fine dining at a five-star restaurant. Maybe he’d be worth it. She could give
him one short. She pulled her tank top over her head, dropping it on Luke’s
empty seat.
Fortunately, today’s bra was a really
good one, blue-and-white checked with a little bow between her boobs and enough
padding to put her in Dolly Parton territory. When she moved her hands to the
button of her shorts, she felt kind of like she’d time traveled back to high
school. That wasn’t so bad, but she also didn’t look like she was still seventeen. Or, hell, eighteen, twenty, or
even twenty-eight. Gravity and Cheetos were a bitch.
Sex in the front seat of a truck
was doable, but it wasn’t ideal. Maybe he’d be up for moving to the back where
there would be more room. Luke wasn’t a small guy. They’d be banging elbows and
knees on the dashboard. When she leaned out the window to holler at him with
the suggestion, he was rummaging in the silver toolbox. Holy. Wow. What did he
need in there ?
While her mind went to a dozen
different kinky places, he pulled out a perfectly boring blanket and a couple
of towels. Then he strolled toward the river and dropped the towels on a handy
branch. Even better, he bent over and arranged the blanket— hello, fine butt—before he
finished unbuttoning his jeans. She definitely wouldn’t mind watching him clean
a house naked.
“You coming in?”
Swimming.
He wanted to go swimming ? Disappointment trickled
through her, followed by something else. She wasn’t sure what that something
else was. Date nights—or afternoons—were pretty straightforward. Go
to the bar, have a couple of drinks, go back to his place and screw. Afterward,
she’d get up and leave. Leave it to Luke to be complicated. The man seemed
determined to make sure she didn’t get laid anytime fast.
Luke wasn’t waiting around though.
He shoved his pants and his boxer briefs down his thighs and strolled toward
the water. God. He was even more gorgeous than he’d been in high school. He’d
bulked up some, adding muscle to his lean form. He also had the most amazingly
tight ass and powerful legs that ate up the ground. He was a tasty golden brown
all over, except for the slightly paler skin of his butt. Either he swam naked a lot or he sunbathed in the nude. She
was making a mental note to ask him which one when he turned
plan. She probably should have had more pride though. Or been less damned
lonely.
“I don’t care about who’s been
first. I care about who’s last . And
best.” He grinned. “I plan on being your best. Fair warning.”
While she stared at him,
speechless, he pulled the truck off beside a river. The spot was pretty,
showing no signs of the recent fire. It was also private. The river was
partially dammed up here, spilling over the rocks in a foamy cascade to form a
deeper pool. If she’d known this place was here, she’d have come out every
weekend. It was the perfect place to go swimming—and to do other, sexier
things.
While she admired the
scenery— slowpoke —Luke got
out, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Hello.” She put her feet up on the
dashboard. Might as well be comfortable while she enjoyed the view. “You didn’t
tell me that there would be entertainment.”
He laid the shirt over the side of
his truck. Vicious started yapping, clearly onboard with the whole plan, so she
let the dog out so it could run around and pee on trees. She, on the other
hand, had a man to ogle.
Luke bent over and unlaced his
boots, toeing them off. White socks shouldn’t be so sexy. It just wasn’t fair.
He looked up. “You’re slacking.”
“Excuse me?” Because she hadn’t
been planning on fingering herself and taking care of all the foreplay on her
own. That was his job. It really was.
He made an up-and-down motion with
his fingers. “Get undressed.”
Apparently, Luke thought sex was a
self-serve operation, more like a cafeteria-style buffet with plastic trays than
fine dining at a five-star restaurant. Maybe he’d be worth it. She could give
him one short. She pulled her tank top over her head, dropping it on Luke’s
empty seat.
Fortunately, today’s bra was a really
good one, blue-and-white checked with a little bow between her boobs and enough
padding to put her in Dolly Parton territory. When she moved her hands to the
button of her shorts, she felt kind of like she’d time traveled back to high
school. That wasn’t so bad, but she also didn’t look like she was still seventeen. Or, hell, eighteen, twenty, or
even twenty-eight. Gravity and Cheetos were a bitch.
Sex in the front seat of a truck
was doable, but it wasn’t ideal. Maybe he’d be up for moving to the back where
there would be more room. Luke wasn’t a small guy. They’d be banging elbows and
knees on the dashboard. When she leaned out the window to holler at him with
the suggestion, he was rummaging in the silver toolbox. Holy. Wow. What did he
need in there ?
While her mind went to a dozen
different kinky places, he pulled out a perfectly boring blanket and a couple
of towels. Then he strolled toward the river and dropped the towels on a handy
branch. Even better, he bent over and arranged the blanket— hello, fine butt—before he
finished unbuttoning his jeans. She definitely wouldn’t mind watching him clean
a house naked.
“You coming in?”
Swimming.
He wanted to go swimming ? Disappointment trickled
through her, followed by something else. She wasn’t sure what that something
else was. Date nights—or afternoons—were pretty straightforward. Go
to the bar, have a couple of drinks, go back to his place and screw. Afterward,
she’d get up and leave. Leave it to Luke to be complicated. The man seemed
determined to make sure she didn’t get laid anytime fast.
Luke wasn’t waiting around though.
He shoved his pants and his boxer briefs down his thighs and strolled toward
the water. God. He was even more gorgeous than he’d been in high school. He’d
bulked up some, adding muscle to his lean form. He also had the most amazingly
tight ass and powerful legs that ate up the ground. He was a tasty golden brown
all over, except for the slightly paler skin of his butt. Either he swam naked a lot or he sunbathed in the nude. She
was making a mental note to ask him which one when he turned
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