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  He finally pulled back, a chance for them to catch their breath, but he didn’t go far. He looked down at her, a lock of hair having fallen over one eye. “You taste just as sweet as I’d imagined.”

  “You thought about how I’d taste?”

  “Oh, I thought about it all right. The whole time I sat there watchin’ you. I wondered what your lips tasted like.” He kissed her again, his tongue sliding past her teeth, then he pulled away. “What your neck tasted like.” He dipped and placed his lips on her, a sensuous nibble that lit her skin on fire. “This cute little earlobe.” He sucked it into his mouth and her body quivered.

  He chuckled in her ear and squeezed her ass again. “I want to know what every part of you tastes like. And I intend to find out tonight.”

  She liked the sound of that. “Then let’s go.”

  His eyebrows rose and he looked a little surprised. Had he expected her to play hard to get?

  He stepped away from her and opened the passenger side door. “Ready for some fun, sweetheart?”

  Fuck yes! “I’m ready for anything you can throw at me,” she said and hopped in.

  “You might regret sayin’ that.”

  Hayes closed the door and walked around the vehicle to the driver’s side. This was it. Last chance to back out, get out of his truck, and go back to her boring night. Not happening. He pulled away from the curb, excitement filling her chest.

  They rode through town and she faced him, noticing the defined cut of his jaw, even under the beard, his profile against the moonlit window. A model’s nose, hair she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through. He was gorgeous. She suddenly wondered about the man behind the facial hair and tattoos. Wondered what his story was.

  “What are you staring at, darlin’?”

  “Just you. You’re pretty damn handsome.”

  He turned to her. “Soon enough it will be my turn to drink in every inch of you.”

  “Where are you taking me, anyway? Should I be worried?”

  “You shoulda been worried the second you stepped to the bar next to me.”

  For some reason, she didn’t believe a word of it. “I’m not though. I think this whole bad boy cowboy thing is all for show.”

  “You can think what you want. You’ll know different in a few hours.”

  “A few hours, huh? You can go that long?”

  “Sweetheart, I can go for days.”

  That sounded delicious. “I’m up for the challenge.”

  He turned to her again, a sly grin. “You seem to like accepting my challenges.”

  “Bring it on.”

  That smile again. “You’re not what I expected.”

  “I have a feeling you’re not either.”

  No witty retort this time. He turned off the main road onto a dirt path that led into wooded area. A park? There were picnic pavilions, some tables scattered around. A playground and a small pond. He pulled up to the pond and cut the engine. She expected him to turn to her, pull her to him, to do it right there in the truck. But he opened the door and got out. She opened her door and before she could slip out, he met her there. He helped her out and slammed the door, then put his hands on both sides of her face, his lips on hers, and pushed her up against the truck.

  It didn’t take long for his hands to slide down her body, to the places she yearned to be touched. And the way she yearned for it. She hadn’t wanted soft or gentle, and knew she wouldn’t get it from him anyway. He massaged one of her breasts, pinching a hardened nub that protruded from the thin material of her dress and lace cup of her bra.

  He yanked at the fabric belt tied at her waist, his mouth still on hers, devouring her, as his fingers fidgeted with the buttons. He slowed and pulled back, a playful nip at her bottom lip. The full moon was so bright she could see every line, every curve of his face.

  That damn sexy smile spread across his lips. “You better get these buttons undone or I’m gonna rip the fucking thing off.”

  She obeyed like a good girl, because she liked that dress, though it might have been exhilarating to have her clothes literally ripped from her body. The shirtdress hung open in the front and he wasted no time. He slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it through the open window of the truck.

  He looked her up and down, just as he had in the bar, but this time she stood in a nude lace bra and a matching thong. Despite the insecurity ripping through her body, it reacted exactly the same way it had earlier that night. A wave of heat traveled through her, turning to full on hunger and desire as it reached her core.

  Raelyn didn’t wait for Hayes to make the next move and reached for the hem of his black tee. He wasn’t the only one who wanted an eyeful of skin. He let her pull it over his head and she dropped it to the grass next to him, never feeling as thankful for a full moon as she did in that moment. She could see all of him. Mounded pectorals, she assumed from years of hard-ass labor, biceps as big as her head. He was covered in tattoos, some black and gray, others in full color. The name Hannah was written in Old English script above his heart. Interesting. At some point in time he’d loved a woman enough to put her name on his body.

  She pressed her hands to his body, fingertips tracing the outline of defined muscle, then followed the curve of each letter of the woman’s name.

  “Don’t ask,” he warned.

  She looked up at him, his expression hardened. “I wasn’t going to.”

  Definitely a story there, but it was none of her business. She kept her gaze on his as she let her tongue dart out to lick his nipple, then sucked it into her mouth. A sharp intake of breath as his abs tightened beneath her palms. Someone liked this. A lot.

  He tipped her chin with his hand and claimed her. His hands raked down her back and cupped both ass cheeks. He lifted her up and she released a startled gasp against his mouth, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He pressed her to his erection and she wrapped her arms around his neck tight.

  Hayes walked her to the front of his truck and lifted her onto it, his face now at the perfect height. He pushed the lace of her bra up over her breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin surrounding it, while teasing the other with his fingertips. Raelyn unhooked her bra and tossed it to the ground. God, that felt good. He switched breasts, the light breeze chilling her wet nipple and making it even harder.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured against her skin, then pulled back and looked up at her. “And now I’m ready to try another part of you.”

  The moonlight illuminated his face and the hunger present there. Starved and impatient. Raelyn completely enjoyed being an object of intense desire.

  He pushed her flat to the hood of his truck and sucked a path through her breasts to her stomach, her belly button. He yanked at her lacy thong with his teeth. She didn’t care if he ripped the damn thing off. He slid it down her thighs and over her wedge sandals, then shoved it in his back pocket.

  She gave him a quizzical look. “What did you do with my underwear?”

  “Souvenir.”

  She started to protest but he pushed her thighs apart, his slick tongue connecting with her heat. Oh dear God.

  He licked her again, his gaze meeting hers. “Just what I thought. Delicious.”

  A kiss to her inner thigh, his facial hair scratched and tickled her, intensifying the experience. He put his mouth back on her, one finger inside her, then two, pushing in and drawing out, over and over as his tongue explored her.

  When he sucked on her clit, her body vibrated, a jolt of ecstasy radiating through her. She reached out, but there was nothing to grab hold of.

  “I got ya, darlin’.”

  He continued, her body humming with pleasure, the pressure building. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore. He sucked on her again and her back arched, a moan escaping her lips. He quickened his pace, giving more attention to her sensitive nub. She thought she might faint or explode. One of her hands found its way to his head, tangl
ing in his hair. The other gripped his muscular shoulder. He was relentless, and sucked harder. Her body climbed and then shattered, clinging to him as she rode the waves of orgasm, uncensored, as she let herself vocalize her euphoria.

  “I guess it’s safe to say you enjoyed that.”

  Raelyn lay on the hood of the truck. She’d let go of Hayes, spent from her release. Through heavy breaths she replied, “I did. I’m sorry I was so loud.”

  “I liked it.”

  Good. She’d never been that loud before. Never had a reason to be. She sat up, Hayes standing between her splayed thighs, and suddenly felt completely reenergized.

  “You are completely overdressed right now.” She tugged at the belt buckle holding up his jeans. He let her undo it and slide his zipper down, then she pushed his jeans and boxers over a firm mound of ass. She admired his sturdy manhood and took it into her hand. Rock hard. She stroked it a bit and he stood there, devilish grin on those delicious lips. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

  “Just contemplating which way I want to fuck you first.”

  This was going to be fun.

  *

  Hayes liked this spunky city brunette. She was different from what he expected, and different from the girls he usually spent time with. She was up for a challenge and liked challenging him.

  He stepped back and shook his feet out of his boots and socks, jeans and boxers, then bent to retrieve a condom from his pocket.

  “You ready for this, darlin’?”

  “I sure am.”

  He stepped to her. She rested back on her hands, her feet dangling from the hood of his truck. He pushed his hands up her thighs and she sat tall. Looking down at him, she ran her hands through his hair then cupped his cheeks. She curled to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. The action was too soft, too tender. The complete opposite of what this night was about. So he took that gentle kiss and turned it into what he needed it to be. Hard and unrelenting, his tongue in her throat, his teeth clinking against hers. He slid her body off the truck hood and pressed her to the driver’s side door, his cock sliding deep inside her. Holy fuck. She sucked in a breath and gripped him tighter.

  “Do you like that?” he asked as he continued to thrust into her, her tight pussy wrapped around him, her juices dripping down his leg.

  “Yes.” She wrapped around him tighter, the heels of her sandals digging into his ass.

  He stopped moving and yanked each one off and tossed them over his shoulder. Supporting her weight, he walked to the back of the truck, his dick still inside her, and opened the tailgate. He grabbed a blanket and somehow managed to spread it out before sitting on it, her body straddling his lap.

  “I’ve done all the work so far. It’s time for you to show me what you got.”

  Raelyn pushed him down, his back flat. “This is my second favorite position,” she said, then sat tall, taking him in even deeper.

  He let out a satisfied groan. “I can’t wait to find out number one.”

  “In due time.” She began to move, slowly, pulling her heat away from him and then back again. Her walls clenched around him, making it even tighter. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He wanted her to move faster; the slow pace was excruciating. The moonlight reflected off her skin, highlighting those perfect tits and the nipples he couldn’t wait to suck on again.

  She moved faster, soft moans slipping across those delicious lips, in time with her thrusts. He met her with his own movement, faster and harder, her breaths labored, her hands on his chest, fingernails digging into his skin.

  “Come for me, darlin’,” he said to her, and almost instantly she trembled in his hands, her walls pulsing around his dick, then she collapsed on his chest.

  He stroked her long locks as she recovered from her orgasm. But holding her in his arms felt a little too good, a little too familiar for his liking. It had been a long time since he’d felt that way and he needed to eradicate it immediately.

  “You ready to tell me what your number one position is?” he asked.

  She giggled and he ignored the tingle that shot to his gut. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

  He tipped her chin so he could look her in the eyes, an even bigger mistake than holding her to his chest. He shook off the flutters that had returned, even more intense than before. “That just makes me want to hear it more.”

  Without hesitation, staring him straight in the eyes, she said, “I like it from behind.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Nice. That’s definitely in my top three.”

  “What else is top three?” She folded her hands and rested them on his chest, her chin on top.

  “Missionary with your ankles on my shoulders.”

  “I can do that. And the third?”

  “Well… we’d need another female body for that one.”

  “Not happening.”

  He laughed and caressed her back, unable to stop his hands from touching her baby-soft skin. This love-making type of shit had to end. He pressed his mouth to hers, his hand to her ass, squeezing harder than he probably should have. She yelped, but kissed him deeper, and began to grind on him once again. He sat up with her in his arms then slid off the tailgate, disconnecting from her heat. He spun her around and yanked her against his chest. He nipped at her neck as he rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Just what he needed. He couldn’t look into her eyes anymore.

  Raelyn rubbed her ass against his cock and he was ready to give it to her, right where she wanted it. He bent her over the tailgate and pushed his dick deep inside her.

  She screamed out, “Yes!” as he pounded into her. “Just like that.”

  Hayes continued to fuck her, each thrust chipping away at the things he’d felt while holding her in his arms. Just sex. That’s all he wanted, all he could handle. And sex with Raelyn was amazing. So wet, so slick. The view of her ass was nothing short of perfection. It wasn’t going to take much more for him to come.

  And then the whoop of a police siren pierced the night, followed by the swirl of blue and red flashing lights.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 3

  This was not happening. This had to be a nightmare. Raelyn was really in her sister’s apartment, asleep on her couch, not naked in the park, bent over Hayes’ tailgate with his dick inside her. The police were not there, shining a ridiculously bright spotlight on them.

  “Don’t just stand there. Do something!” she yelled.

  “What do you want me to do?” he said, laughing.

  Laughing? “Get my fucking dress!”

  Hayes slid out of her, still chuckling, and stepped to the passenger side of the truck. Oh. My. God. What the hell was she supposed to do for the few seconds it took for him to get it? She couldn’t stay like that, her ass on display for the officers. She stood tall and turned, one arm across her breasts, the other hand covering her lady parts. Finally they cut the spotlight, but they sure left it on a lot longer than necessary. Assholes.

  “Here.” Hayes handed her the dress and she slipped her arms in as fast as she could, buttoning it as he pulled his jeans up.

  “Everyone decent?” one of the cops asked, laughter evident in his voice. They both stepped out of the vehicle and walked to them. “Hayes Turner. Why am I not surprised?”

  “Evenin’, Dean. Don’t you have more important things to do right now?”

  “We got a complaint about naked people screwing in the park. You do know there’s campsites on the other side of the pond, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  Raelyn slapped his arm. “You knew? And brought me here anyway?”

  “It’s peaceful and quiet and they’re on the other side. How the hell was I supposed to know someone would be walking around at this time of night?”

  The other officer bent and tossed Hayes’ shirt at him. “Finish getting dressed so we can take you in.”

  “You’re arresting us?” Raelyn shrieked.

  “Indecent exposure. It’
s a crime in this county. And actually, since you were having sex, it’s a bigger crime. Gross indecency.”

  “Come on.” Hayes turned to the one he’d called Dean. “You’re fucking joking, right?”

  “Afraid not. The woman was pretty pissed. Her twelve-year-old kid saw you.”

  “Then slap us on the ass and send us on our way.”

  “I can’t do that. She’s got connections and if I don’t at least bring you in, she’ll find out about it. She’ll bitch and complain and bring trouble we don’t need.”

  “Fine,” Hayes said and shoved his feet into his boots. “Let’s get this over with.”

  “You have the right to remain silent,” the other cop began. “Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Hayes said as he folded up the truck’s tailgate.

  “This is not happening.” Raelyn tied her belt, tugging the fabric tighter than she meant to, then crossed her arms over her chest. “I cannot be arrested for having sex in a park.”

  “You can, and you are.” Hayes picked up her sandals and held them out to her.

  “I am not going to jail.”

  “You’re goin’, even if I have to sling you over my shoulder and stuff you in the squad car myself. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  She snatched the sandals from him. “Maybe this is a routine Saturday night for you, but I don’t get arrested. Ever.”

  Raelyn breathed deep, grabbed her purse from the passenger side of the truck, and stomped toward the squad car.

  Dean, the sheriff, stood with the back door open. “Your chariot, my lady.”

  She wanted to say, “Fuck you” but figured it would be really bad to add assaulting an officer to her list of crimes.

  “Well…” Hayes started. “This night didn’t turn out how I planned.” That damn smart-ass grin.

  Raelyn turned to him and directed her anger where it belonged. “Fuck you.”

  “Do you know how sexy you are when you’re pissed?”