Page 6 of Hazy Shade of Winter

"We're just doing what friends do, since that's all that can come of this." I cross my arms over my chest and glare at Travis, daring him to argue with me. "Isn't that what you said about travel nurses? Don't expect a romantic relationship with them unless you want your heart broken."

Travis takes a step back like I slapped him, "I've recently discovered that I was wrong about Grace. And now I've lost my chance with her. I don't want to see you miss your shot with Hazel, that's all."

I stare at my oldest brother, shocked by how vulnerable he looks, sharing his feelings about Grace with us. "It's not too late. You can always reach out to her." I say, praying for his sake I'm right. For even someone as grumpy as Travis, he needs to find his soulmate.

"Thanks, Turner. But this isn't about me and Grace—this is about you and Hazel. Now go get her before someone else does." He nods toward the office just as the door swings open revealing Hazel wearing a way too tight bar T-shirt with her hard nipples clearly visible, a short denim skirt, and a pair of cowgirl boots.

Oh hell no.

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Hazel

The look on Turner'sface is priceless as I strut out of the office swinging my hips with every step until I'm standing between Travis and Tucker, my unofficial bodyguards for tonight. My plan has changed from pursuing Turner, to making him beg for me. And by the look in his eyes, that shouldn't take long. But first I want to make him pay for making us both wait so long to be together. Thanks to Travis pulling me aside as soon as I stormed into the bar, telling me to give his dumbass brother a chance to explain his actions over the last few weeks.

Stubborn man.

"Hey, Sugar. What can I get you?" I purr at the handsome cowboy who's leaning across the bar to get a better look down my shirt. I don't blame him, the girls are in rare form tonight, what with my original plan to seduce Turner tonight they've never looked perkier. Add the sheer bra and my hard nipples could cut glass.

"How about your number? Or maybe a few minutes alone in the bathroom?" His eyes never leave my cleavage as he licks his lips in what I'm sure most women would think was sexy. Instead I fight the urge to cringe.

"How about you get your ass out of my bar, Clint and stay the hell away from the help." Turner grabs my arm, shoving me behind his back, conveniently blocking my chest from Clint's view. I take the opportunity to rub my hard nipples against Turner's back. I feel a shiver run through his body but I'm not done yet.

"It's okay Clint. Tonight's my last shift, so I'll no longer be the help." I place my hands on Turner's hips, rubbing the front of my mini skirt across his ass as I push him to the side to continue my conversation with Clint.

But before I can say another word, Turner throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, with my ass in the air, "Not going to happen. She's mine." He emphasizes his words with a slap to my denim covered cheeks as he strides to the office, slamming the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I fake outrage when inside I'm jumping with joy that he's finally claiming me.

He slowly slides my body down his, causing my body to shiver this time, as I feel every hard inch of him pressing against me until my feet touch the ground as he steps back to look into my eyes, "Something I should have done the first night you walked in here." He slams his lips to mine and I melt against him.

Finally.

Both my mind and body silently scream.

He lifts my leg and hooks it around his hip never breaking our kiss as his tongue slides across the seam of my lips demanding entry. I might still be a virgin, but I've kissed a few guys, but nothing has ever felt like this. Like he's desperate for my touch and that he'll die without it. I should know because that's how I feel too.

With one hand wrapped around my waist, he slides the other one up my leg to my drenched panties—soaked with my need for him. His fingers slide under the lace across my slick heat, "Is all this wetness for me?" He whispers against my lips.

So lost in this new sensation, all I can do is nod.

"Words, Hazel. I want to hear you say you want me to touch your hot little pussy. I need to know we're both on the same page, because I'm tired of pretending that I don't want to fuck this body every day and night."

Holy hell. His dirty talk is making me sweat. "Yes, Turner. I want you to touch me—taste me—fuck me." I moan, running my fingers through his hair like I've been dreaming of.

"Good girl. Now I need to reward my good girl." He pushes my mini skirt up over my hips and slides my soaked panties down my legs before lifting the fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply. "Fuck you smell good. I wonder if you taste as good."

He lifts me and places me on the desk, spreading my legs, opening my pussy to his gaze. "It's a perfect shade of pink, like cotton candy—let's see if it tastes just as sweet." He dips his head and swipes his tongue across my pussy, causing my hips to buck off the desk. "Easy, Hazel. Just relax and let me taste you." His voice vibrates against my clit causing me to wrap my legs around his head as he drives his tongue inside my core.

Nothing as ever felt this good—even the tiny vibrator I run across my clit sometimes when I need a release has never felt like this. I grip his hair as he slips a finger inside my virgin hole, going where no man has gone before.

"Yes, Turner. Don't stop. That feels so good." I moan, pressing his face tighter against my pussy causing him to chuckle.

"As you wish." His voice rumbles across my sensitive skin as he picks up the speed with both his tongue and his finger until my body shakes as my orgasm crashes through me, soaking Turner's face.

Unfazed, he continues to suck on my clit until my body stops spasming. "So responsive. Such a good girl." He praises as he kisses his way up my body to my lips.

A knock on the door breaks the magical moment, "Hey you two, we still have customers waiting to be served! You're goingto have to hold off until we close!" A snickering Tanner yells through the closed door.

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