Page 139 of Burn the Wild

His throat bobs. “Positive reinforcement. Make you a cowgirl, after all.”

My heart is a throbbing warm ache. I sniffle.

“Birdie, don’t cry.” His gaze lands on my face, a sweet kind of panic in his eyes. “I can’t fucking stand it.”

Ford’s phone rings.

CHARLIE.

“Aren’t you going to take that?”

“Later,” he grits out, his eyes on the road.

“Ford, you can’t be mad at your brother forever.”

“Watch me. Longest grudge held is me and Wyatt. Lasted from Christmas Day to Easter. It’s a family record.” He scoffs at the memory. “You don’t touch another man’s razor.”

I roll my eyes.

Releasing my seat belt, I scoot closer to him. “Well, you may be a stubborn cowboy, but I love the necklace. Thank you, Ford.” I press a kiss to his cheek. His neck. The corner of his lips.

Ford’s hand comes up to catch my chin. “Reese, you want me to crash this fucking truck?” His voice is low, hungry.

My eyes latch onto his. “Live dangerously, right?”

With a hint of a smile pulling on my lips, I lean in and unzip his jeans. Ford’s breath hitches as I take him in my hand, stroking his hard, warm length.

Between the therapy appointment and the necklace, I can barely keep my hands off him. I’ve never been more turned on. I always thought men like this were a country song soundtrack.Fictional. Too good to be true. But Ford’s heaven-sent. He’s funny, sweet, and patient. And he communicates.

Old Reese doesn’t know how she feels about it all. Only that I’m really happy.

Something’s changed between us after last night. We belong to each other. At least for the summer.

I drop my head, sliding my mouth down his shaft. I go deep, drawing him in.

“Fuck,” he groans, looping an arm around the back of my seat. “Baby, I’m pulling over.”

I feel the rattle of the truck as it slows and takes a trail or a side road. He throws it in park and cuts the engine.

“Reese.Fuck.” His voice is ragged as his hands fall to my hair to help me with the rhythm. My pussy clenches. “I’m so damn close, baby. So close.”

I hold him there, impaled in my mouth as I go deeper, sucking him hard. Ford tenses, and a guttural groan fills the truck as he releases into my mouth. I smile against him, feeling the throb of his cock as he empties himself.

His head falls back against the seat, the taut cords in his neck pulsing with adrenaline. When he lifts his head, he stares at me with heavy eyes for a beat, then he grins wickedly. “Now it’s your turn.”

Before I can argue, he grabs me up and settles me on his lap, so I’m straddling his thighs. I shift my hips to give him better access, and then he’s hard again. And inside me.

My head falls back at the intense, solid feel of him, like steel. So much man I can hardly stand it.

The horn honks, and we ignore it.

“I need you, Ford.” My heart pounds. I squirm on top of him, digging my nails in his broad shoulders.

He holds my arms, pulling me closer to him. His eyes firmly locked on mine. A look I’ve never seen from anyone else.Worship. Adoration. It steals my breath. “Baby, you got me,” he says, voice strangling. “You got me, Reese.”

Here. It’s where I’m supposed to be.

Just me and Ford and broken hearts and broken pasts.

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