Page 28 of Ride a Cowboy

“Food?” Porter asked.

Macie laughed and pointed toward her car when it became apparent Hank wasn’t turning around for a couple of sandwiches. “It’s in the bag. Help yourself,” she called over her shoulder.

Once they entered the house, Hank closed the door, then turned and pressed Macie against it, resuming the kiss they’d started by the barn.

“I missed you too,” he murmured as he pulled her T-shirt over her head. “I thought you had to work. How much time do we have?”

“Got my dad to man the bar for me. Jackass never does any work these days. It’ll be good for him.” As she spoke, Macie kicked off her shoes.

“He didn’t mind?” he asked as he unfastened her jeans and worked the denim over her hips and off.

“Nope. He’s over the moon about you and me. The man’s way too obsessed with me getting married and giving him grandbabies.”

Macie, whose hands had been roaming all over his chest, froze. “I mean, not that I think…that we’re…” She blew out a frustrated breath. “That came out wrong. I know we’ve only been seeing each other a few days. I wasn’t implying that…” Once again, she stopped, clearly struggling to dig herself out of what she presumed was one hell of a hole.

Hank let her off the hook—as he unhooked her bra. “Whiskey, you’re talking to a man who was happily married for twenty years. The idea of weddings and kids doesn’t freak me out in the slightest. I liked being married a hell of a lot better than being alone.”

“Yeah, but, God, I swear sometimes it’s like my mouth is moving twenty miles ahead of my brain.”

“Just part of your charm.”

“No one else has ever found that charming.”

“The world is full of idiots.”

Their conversation ended when Hank bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Macie’s hands flew to his head as her own flew back against the door.

“Oh my God. This. This is what I missed. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Hank Cooper, but I’m so fucking addicted to this. To you.”

“Good,” he murmured, as he continued to suckle on her nipple, dragging one finger along the slit between her thighs.

Macie was wet and squirming for more.

“We’re not going to make it to the bedroom,” he said as he lifted his head. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he propelled her toward the living room. Pressing her back on the couch, he unhooked his own jeans, pushed them just below his hips, tugged out his cock, knelt between her outspread legs and thrust into heaven.

Finesse was not the order of the day. He took Macie hard and fast, rutting like a dog in heat as her back arched and her eyes closed. Rubbing her clit, he drove her to orgasm fast, loving the way her pussy clenched against his hard flesh. Hank continued to thrust throughout—feeling the peak of her climax and then the slow ebbing.

Once she landed, he increased his pace, driving her back up. When she came a second time, he was there with her, emptying himself into her, loving her hoarse cries and the way her body trembled as her orgasm waned.

He held himself over her with his elbows on the couch. It took them several minutes to catch their breath enough to speak.

“Would you laugh if I broke into the chorus of ‘Afternoon Delight’?” Macie asked.

“Jesus. That’s an old one.”

“My mom loves that song. Which is now a very disturbing fact, so maybe we’ll just skip the song after all.”

Hank winked. “Much as I love the idea of you serenading me, I need to get back to work.”

Macie sighed. “Yeah. Me too. Dammit.”

Hank rose slowly, hitching his jeans back around his hips and fastening them. Meanwhile, as always, Macie’s clothes were too far away to reach. “How come I’m always naked and you’re barely undressed?”

“Thought we covered that already.”

“Lord-of-the-manor thing still in effect?”

“Always.” Hank tugged her onto his lap, cuddling her. He was thrilled she’d shown up here on her own to surprise him. “How late do you work tonight?”

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