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Oh, well that’s not as hard to detail out for him.

“She was on her way to Laredo and turned around,” Iexplain. “Think she wasn’t too happy to be called in when she wasn’t in uniform, but that’s it.” I pause, as I remember getting her out of those shorts. “Other ’an that, she was pretty…” Hot? Wet? Sweet? Tight? “Accommodating,” I say, settling on a pretty neutral word.

Addler pauses for a moment, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Did I give too much away and leave him suspicious?

“You heading in?” he asks, changing the subject and effectively letting me off the hook.

“Yeah. Gotta grab a bite then go to bed,” I reply, feeling the exhaustion seeping into my bones. “It was a long day.”

“You two want to swing by for dinner and a couple of beers?” he offers.

Man, that sounds odd. The “you two” in the same sentence with “a couple” echo in my head. It’s not what he meant, but that’s how it caught my ear. All I can think is, there’s no couple here. While I was worried she would think that way, she made it clear when she drove away.

I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “Nah. She just went out the gate.” Without a single word or a backward glance, “And I’m not good company,” I admit. “Just need a shower and a bed.” Alone, always alone.

Then all at once, there she is, in my bed. What would it be like to join her? To lie beside her and stare into those clear-blue eyes. To touch her like I did earlier. To hear her soft laughter…

I try to shake the image, but damn she looks good there. Fuck. “I have a lot to catch up on tomorrow,” I remind us both.

“Okay, man. Thanks for dropping everything last minute,”Addler says. “I’ll let you go. Get some rest.”

“Yeah, you too,” I reply, ending the call and pocketing my phone. I don’t need the damn screen staring at me, making me think of pale skin, stiff nipples, and heavy breathing. Her legs spread…

God damn it.

I put her out of my mind and keep driving. Somehow, I make it the few miles back to the house without thinking about her. A quick turn around the corral and barn show nothing out of place. So, for now, everything looks good for calling it a night.

I park by the side door and reach for the key. As I look up, I catch sight of the flowers beside the house. One, in particular, draws my attention. The bush is covered in white roses, the color turning a pale pink and intensifying as it reaches the center.

The flower calls to mind the sight of Sage as I had her over the side of the driver’s seat. Now all I can see is the tightest pussy I’ve ever sunk my cock into. I’m hard in an instant.

Fuck my life. How many years have I existed out here on my own? I hadn’t needed a woman, or wanted one, in a long, long time. Now suddenly, this redhead shows up on the ranch, and I’m all over her—or I’m wanting to be.

No…no, I don’t—then the image of her in my bed comes back, wedging itself directly into my mind’s eye. I’m over her, sinking my cock into that wet heat.

I suck in a deep breath. I’ve never considered myself soft. Every weakness was beaten out of me at an early age, but I ache at the thought of this woman. My cock’s straining against my zipper, and my mouth waters at the possibility of tasting her. Everything I only got to see on a tiny cell phone screen.

That’s it. I got to see everything, but I didn’t get to do the things I wanted. There was too much heat, too much urgency to get to the end. All of it was on the screen, but I could hardly say what her skin tasted like.

I want to call her, to get her here, for a while. That’s what I need. Just one more time, to get her out of my system.

Not giving myself the chance to change my mind, I pull out my phone. I’m not the kind of guy who sends flowery messages. After the way she left, I don’t know if she’ll answer my call. She might not even acknowledge a message from me. But I know a sure-fire way around that.

I type out the four words sure to get me an answer.

Send me the video.

Chapter 13

Sage

I’m on the road to Laredo when my phone pings with a message.

I’m almost at the same point as earlier, only this time I’m not dreading hearing from someone. The last call led to me having one of the most thrilling experiences of my life.

It’s only a few seconds until I can pull over and see what’s happening. If it was something at the ranch, I’d get a call. There’s no follow-up to the message. Not like the incessant ringing I had before.

I arrive at the juncture, slowing down as I get off the road and onto the shoulder. I lock the doors again and pull my phone out.

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