She squirms, trying to sink into more of me, but she can’t go farther than my shoulders will allow.

  “Not yet, sunshine. I’m playing.”

  “You’re being mean.” But her lips are parted, her eyes are glazed, and she’s undulating her hips.

  I can do this all night. My dick is trapped, but this isn’t retribution for making me wait. I’ll wait forever. This is a treat I’ll never have again. If I thought I wanted more before tasting her, I know I’ll be yearning for this for the rest of my life.

  I rise to take a nipple into my mouth. I play with the bud with my tongue while thrusting my finger in and out of her. A frustrated gasp leaves her, but she desperately rides my hand. Her walls clench around me, and her breathing quickens.

  I abandon her nipple. “Not so fast, sunshine. I’m not done with my meal.”

  I withdraw my finger until she gets one knuckle and suck her clit into my mouth.

  “Yes!” She tries to ride my face, but I clamp onto her thigh with my free arm. Her other foot is propped on the doorframe, and she’s straining against it.

  Greedy woman.

  I put more pressure on her clit and thrust my whole finger inside. She’s wet and dripping and ready to come. I stand, keeping hold of her leg.

  “You are an infuriating man.” She’s breathless and on the edge.

  I grin and take my wallet out. “You’re suffocating my finger, sunny day, and I wanna feel that on my dick.” I bend enough to lick across a nipple. “I bet you’re so tight I’ll hardly be able to move.”

  I rip down my zipper, wincing at the pleasure-pain zinging across my erection. I shove fabric out of the way, and my cock bobs free. My mouth pulls tight. Need pounds at my temples and desire pushes outward. The pressure’s close to releasing.

  One-handed, I grab onto the condom with my teeth. I yank the rubber free and toss the wrapper into the front seat. It’ll keep her bra company. I have more condoms in the console.

  The whole time, her gaze is stroking from my face to my erection. She watches me roll the condom on, and she bites her goddamn lip. “You’re big everywhere.”

  This woman is going to destroy me.

  I bend enough to tongue through her folds until she’s squirming. So damn needy. Then, I rise enough to notch myself at her entrance. Pressure stops me. Her shiny eyes are on mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

  “Relax, baby, and let me in. I’ll make it good, I promise.” I claim her mouth for a hot kiss and wedge a hand between us to circle her nub. She goes molten, and I push inside an inch.

  She moans, breaking the kiss. “You feel so good.”

  I push in farther. Sweat’s starting to break out on my forehead. I want to pound away. She can take it, but I want it all to be good for her. I wasn’t driving in and thrusting away like a madman.

  She drops her head back. “Feels so good everywhere.”

  I keep pressure on her soaked clit until I’m fully seated. Then I release her leg to wrap my arm around her back.

  “You’re so fucking wet and tight.” Like she was made for me. My own personal dream to show me what I really want. A woman who can look at me like I’m somebody and not a grungy cowboy. A woman who’ll listen to me when I spill my goddamn heart with no warning. And a woman who makes me want to beat my chest because of the way she responds to me.

  She hugs herself tighter to me, kissing my chin and my cheek. I’m pounding into her, trying different strokes and different angles, until I find one that turns her to butter.

  Her mouth drops open. “I can’t—too strong.”

  “Come for me. Come all over me, Sunny. I want to see you fall apart.”

  She tenses everywhere, and I can barely move. I’m in a vise of her legs, and she’s gripping my cock like a lifeline. “Iverson. Oh my god.” A quiver runs through her, and then she shakes against me. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  I grit my teeth, waiting out her orgasm. We could come together, but she’s perfectly pliable. She’s boiling hot and soaking wet and all mine.

  Big pulses grow weaker, running through her walls and rippling over me. She’s coming down from the crest. That’s when I press a hard kiss to her and lay her back. My cowboy hat gets crushed and falls to the floorboard, but fuck it. I continue to thrust. My climax is banging at the door, demanding to be released, but I need to take it all in. Unbound tits jiggling. She’s holding on to the headrests of the front and back seats to keep from being pummeled across the back seat. I hold on to her legs, the force of my thrusts growing.

  “So good,” is all she can get out.

  I’m not fit for thinking. My teeth are grinding together. She’s pliant. Jelly.

  I push her knees to her chest and hold on to them so she can’t scoot up the seat as I slam against her.

  I lean forward enough to slip the finger that was inside of her into her mouth. Her eyes darken, and she sucks the digit in.

  “You’re a good fucking girl.” Then I pop my finger out and use it on her clit.

  “Iverson, I’m way too sensitive—” A tremble runs through her body, and her eyes roll back in her head. “I can’t come twice.”

  “You already are.”

  She’s fisting around me again. If the only reason for all my empty hookups was to have the self-control to get this woman off twice while I sate myself on her body, then I’ll take it. Every night alone was worth it to experience this.

  Her walls convulse, and she arches. Her voice echoes through the cab of the pickup. It’s the sight of those little round tits straining for the ceiling that undoes me.

  I punch into her once, twice, and detonate.

  My release shoots out of me, and I growl her name. “Goddammit, Sunny.” My hips buck while the rest of me is rigid. The sounds of wet slapping fill the night.

  Finally, I sag over her, catching myself with a hand on the edge of the seat. The smell of sex and Sunny fills the air. I wouldn’t mind if the pickup smelled like this forever.

  Except one night is all I get. Then Sunny will go her way, and I’ll go mine. I’ll remember her each and every night I go to bed alone. And I’ll wish she was with me, confessing something no one else knew about her.

  Sunny

  I’ve never had so much sex in one night. “I can’t believe I’m going to come again.”

  The man got me into all sorts of contortions. I’d been belly down on the seat while he pounded into me from behind. I’d had my ass practically out the window while going down on him. He wouldn’t let me suck him all the way off. I’ve gotta come inside you. He acted like a man obsessed. The experience was heady. He is also getting me way out of my comfort zone. I didn’t think I had kinks, but this position suggests I have one.

  I sit on his lap, with my back to his chest. My dress is in the front seat with my underwear and all of his clothing. Our shoes are in the dirt outside. He’s inside me and gripping my hips. He’s angled the rearview mirror enough that we can see where we are connected. My pussy is clamped around his cock, and I am rubbing myself off.

  I won’t be able to feel my clit for a month after tonight. But it’s worth it. A night of backseat sex has shown me how boring my life has gotten. I don’t know how I’d change it unless I could bottle Iverson and carry him with me.

  But when we go our own ways at the end of the night—this morning?—I’ll go home. I’ll return to who I was before I parked outside of Bootleg Tavern. I’ll be a good girl, but in a different way than how Iverson meant it.

  “That’s it,” he growls into my ear, watching the same mirror show.

  A drop of my wetness runs from my fingers down to where he is sliding in and out of me. My legs are wedged against the back of the front seats, and his powerful thighs are underneath mine, the muscles scattered with dark hair that scrapes against my skin and heightens every sensation.

  I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. It’ll be hard not to wear a sign. I got fucked all night long.

  He nibbles along the nape of my neck, and I shatter. My climax was building, but this guy can take me from five to infinity with his mouth and fingers. His big dick is a bonus. I’ve never been with such a complete package.

  “Yes, Iverson. Harder!” I brace myself with my free hand against the roof, and he lifts me up and down on his magnificent cock.

  He always senses when I am coming down. In the tight space, he flips me to the side. My cheek presses against the back door as he angles my ass in the air. He maneuvers his big body over mine. I don’t have time to mourn, no longer being filled with him before he’s pushing back in.

  “Hang on, Sunny.”

  And I do. I meet every thrust with a backward motion. He rides me until he goes rigid. I’ve started craving that moment—when he’s wound up so tightly he can’t move as his orgasm hits him. All because of me.

  “Fuck, Sunny. Your ass. Fuck.” He kneads my ass cheeks with strong palms. He likes my ass in the air.

  Like the other times, he descends from his peak and pulls me closer to him. The two of us cuddle in the back seat. I love the sex, but it’s these moments I’m going to miss.

  Would it be possible to see him again?

  No. I’m just starting a career that I’m not sure I’ll stick with. It’s not fair to a guy if I start something when I might move along.

  I relax into his chest. He hangs half off the seat and lets me have the most stable purchase.

  How is he single?

  What if he’s not?

  Would I know?

  “I’ve gotta get you back,” he mumbles into my hair.

  “I know.” I don’t want to go. The pickup cab has become my little haven.

  His fingers dig into my hip. “Get dressed, or I’m going to bury my face between your thighs, and I’ll be late for work.”

  I giggle. Iverson has made me feel more cherished in one night than any of my exes. Perhaps it’s our chemistry, but somehow, I don’t think so. If he’s single, it’s for a reason, and it might be self-imposed. Regardless, I don’t need guy issues in this next phase of my life. I have one big guy issue, and I’m not sure how to work around that.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Iverson

  I take Sunny back to her car and wait until she’s out of the parking lot before I leave. It’s a few hours before dawn when my ass will have to be in the saddle. I can catch a few winks.

  Her taillights disappear down the highway. Is she really passing through and on her way to a different town and out of my life? Or will I run into her again at the grocery store? With fucking Andrew.

  It’s best if she leaves. I have a job that women don’t like to compete with and a boss who doesn’t understand work-life balance. Not that I need him to. The job has kept me and my brothers out of trouble, a spectacular one-night stand in the back of my pickup on my dad’s property aside.

  I scrub a hand down my face. All I wanted to do was curl up with her in the back seat and sleep until noon. Even better would be having her in my bed, but that’s not possible. I sleep in the bunkhouse with my brothers and the three other guys who work with us. Haven and Durban would try to embarrass me around Sunny, but the others would try to steal her. Even the married ones.

  I inhale the lingering scent of us in the cab and turn down a different road. I could follow her taillights, but that might creep her out. If she’s staying at the motel on the edge of town, it’ll still look like I was doing a drive-by. So I turn down a dirt road. It’ll take me longer to get to the ranch and my bunk, but anyone still awake won’t see my headlights rolling in a couple of hours before the day begins.

  My eyelids are growing heavy when I finally park next to my brothers’ pickups. Inside, I maneuver around the table and chairs in the kitchen area to the bathroom. We have actual rooms in the bunkhouse. William overhauled the layout ten years ago. He expects loyalty and dedication, but he doesn’t think we should be living like we’re at a youth camp.

  I run through the shower, wishing I could save Sunny’s sweet scent instead of washing it down the drain. Finally, I towel off and sneak into my bedroom. I get almost two hours of sleep before it’s time to wake up.

  My alarm is going off as I blink awake. I’m too old for this shit. My body’s stiff in the best way, and if I think about why, I’ll start the day with a monster erection.

  There’s a knock at my door a second before Haven leans in. His dark-brown hair is ruffled, and his jeans are undone with his green shirt hanging open over the waistband. “Late night?” he drawls.

  “You wanna get dressed before you give me shit?”

  He grins. “I am dressed.” He leans against the doorframe. “How was your night?”

  I scowl at him and sit up, swinging my legs down. “I had the meeting with Myles Foster.”

  He sobers. “He wants to buy Dad’s land?”

  Durban appears next to him. Unlike Haven, his hair is neatly combed even though it’ll get crushed under a cowboy hat, and his navy blue shirt is tucked into his jeans. “Are you selling? Can we retire in the Caribbean?”

  I laugh, but it’s the first time Durban’s mentioned not cowboying his entire life. “You want to retire?”

  He shrugs, and it’s not the immediate dismissal I expect. “Foster has the money to buy us a lot of freedom.”

  “It’s family land,” I say.

  “We’re not using it,” Haven argues.

  “You think I should sell? Just let Foster bulldoze over the memories we have there?” Myles explicitly said he’d be using as much of the old mine headquarters structure as possible, but I need to see how my brothers feel. We don’t really talk about the property or what could be done. Any value that’s ours is sunk into that land, but none of us have given a shit about money before.

  Because we’ve never had it.

  What if we did?

  “We’ll always have the memories,” Haven says. He steps back to look up and down the hallway. Their rooms flanked mine, but it’s morning, and the other guys will be moving around. “Be nice to have something of our own. We’re not going to get that on these wages.”

  I drop my gaze to the floor. Did I make the wrong decision? Is it only me holding on to the memories?

  No, I’m holding on to possibilities. “It just feels wrong to sell it off like it’s nothing. The money split three ways won’t last long.”

  Haven sighs. “That’s true. Damn good fishing. Hate to give that up.”

  A tributary of the Stillwater River cuts right through our property. We know every inch of shoreline and have fed ourselves many times on the fish we caught. It’s not like we couldn’t go fishing anywhere else, but the spot we use for fly fishing is ours and ours alone.

  “No competition.” Durban props his arm on the doorframe. “He didn’t make you an offer you couldn’t refuse, and we trust you on that. The money’s tempting, but these days, it goes fast. Still…did that conversation take until three in the morning?”

  Definitely not talking, and not with Myles Foster. “Get out of here. Let me get ready.”

  My brothers grin at each other, then aim their shit-eating expressions toward me.

  “Who was she?” Haven asks.

  “Nobody.” Acid burns up my throat on those words. They exchange another look. “Knock it off. It was nobody.”

  “You didn’t go home with Tricia from the grocery store?” Durban asks.

  Tricia’s nice enough, and after a few years of randomly hooking up, she’s been hinting about something deeper. I only slept with her because she was determined to stay single after a messy divorce. I’ve been keeping my distance since.

  “Kaley?” Haven asks.

  There aren’t many eligible women in town who aren’t tourists or summer help, but we’ve each had our repeat partners. I haven’t been with either Tricia or Kaley in months. They’re both starting to want more. Kaley did find more with some attorney and cut me off. Whenever it doesn’t work out, she comes back. I hope it does work for her because I can’t give them more. If I had something to give, my brothers and I wouldn’t be working some other guy’s livestock, living in his facilities, or being told to keep our distance from the wealthy guests who can afford thousands for a week to feel like a cowboy.

  “She was someone passing through.” She said she might be, but as far as I’m concerned, she’s gone. It’s better that way, and the ache in my chest will get over it.

  She’s a Dolly fan too.

  A few favorites and a secret confession doesn’t make a foundation. Someone like Sunny should have more. She should have it all.

  Both guys groan like they missed the winning lotto numbers.

  Sunny’s my jackpot, and I already spent it. My only plan for retirement is to stay mobile enough to ride until I die. The idea worked better when I was in my twenties and the morning stiffness wasn’t getting to me.

  Haven crosses his arms. “I had to sit here all night and listen to Cal clip his toenails while watching America’s Got Talent because you were going to some boring meeting, but you were fucking all night long.”

  “I had the boring meeting,” I mumble. “Then she showed up after.”

  “What’s her name?” Durban asks.

  “Why?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Because I was on the other side of Cal—and we all know he tries to use his teeth before he uses the clippers.”

  My empty stomach lurches. “Enough. I haven’t had breakfast, and I’m going to lose it.”

  Neither brother moves.

  “Name,” Durban demands.

  I wipe another hand down my face. They’re obstinate enough to make us all late. “Sunny.”

  “Sunny what?” Haven asks.

  “We didn’t get that far. Now, move out of my way. William wants us there at nine sharp. We have a lot of work to get done first.”

  Durban snorts. “I don’t understand why we have to go line up like obedient little servants whenever someone new starts.”

  “It’s so we don’t fuck with them.” Our dad used to watch Downton Abbey, and Hawthorne Ranch reminds me of the show. There’s a clear class divide, and the two can’t mingle, according to William. But then he’s the millionaire owner of a thriving working guest and vacation ranch. I’m just the help.

 

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