Page 66 of Double Bucked

I pat the spot next to me. “Room for one more.”

She gives in. I extend my hand, and she takes it. I help her up into the bed. Her dress is spotted with daisies, and it bunches up around her legs as she crawls in beside me.

We lie down together, side by side, and stare up at the sky. It’s streaked with pink and orange.

“You see that?” I ask.

“See what?”

“You know, anytime I feel trapped or lost or just…hell, I’m gonna die in Belleflower…I just look up. We’re lucky to live here. It’s one of the last places in the world you can feel the wild in your bones.”

When I turn to Claire, she’s staring at me. Those gray eyes have a hint of curiosity in them.

Her chest rises and falls with small breaths. My heart patters.

“You know,” I say, “we don’t have to?—”

She stops me with a kiss.

I love Claire’s kisses.

Claire Preacher is the picture of poise. Pretty, round face. Blonde hair all pulled back. Plump lips and a stern mouth. Not a hair out of place.

But when she kisses, she throws her entire body into it. It’s like breaking a dam, and suddenly, she’s a desperate, hungry thing.

I cup her head. I roll us over so I’m on top of her. She sighs into my mouth, and that sound is an angel’s song.

Her fingers make quick work of the buttons on my shirt. I push her dress up and feel the warm, creamy skin of her thigh. She unclasps my belt buckle and unbuttons me.

“I want to feel it,” she says.

I give her permission. “Go on.”

She slips her hand underneath my briefs. I groan when her soft, warm fingers envelop me. She pulls my hard length through her fingers, slowly, learning me. It takes everything within me not to rut into her palm.

She grins. I love that smile. “Riley Ransom, you’re perfect.”

Hell. My heart does a flip.

She’s the only person in the world who can say those words and make me believe them.

Her touch leaves me. She raises her hips and pushes her panties off her legs.

“I want it inside of me.”

A breeze ripples, and cornstalks hiss. I’ve parked the truck in the middle of a field, where no one will walk in on us. It’s better than having our own room. That’s what I tell myself.

Nothing but me, Claire, and the stars here.

I reach between her legs. She’s molten here, wet and hot. I slip my fingers around her slit and find her entrance. When I press a finger inside, she moans, her eyes rolling back.

I could do this all night. I don’t want her to ever stop moaning.

She grabs the collar of my open shirt and pulls me against her. Her lips crush mine, and then she murmurs against them, “Need you.”

Give the lady what she wants.

I remove my hand from her sweetness and guide my cock against her instead. My heart is beating out of my chest.

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