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Lucas let out a strangled moan. “God, yes,” he panted. “Just like that.”

Encouraged by his response, I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster along his length. Lucas's hips bucked into my fist, his body tensing as he chased his release. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, growing even harder as he neared the edge.

“Cowboy,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “I’m gonna?—”

With a choked cry, Lucas came, his release spilling over my hand and onto my stomach. I stroked him through his orgasm, marveling at the way his body shuddered against mine. He lay there panting for a long moment, his cock still twitching in my fist. When he finally stilled, I brought my hand to my mouth, curious to taste him. The salty-sweet flavor exploded on my tongue, and I groaned softly. It was much different than my own and somehow way better.

Lucas lifted his head, a curious expression filling his features. “Did you just...?”

I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I wanted to know what you tasted like,” I admitted shyly.

A slow, seductive smile spread across Lucas's face. “And? What's the verdict, cowboy?”

“Delicious,” I murmured, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

Our lips moved together languidly, the urgency from before replaced by a tender exploration. Lucas's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest as we kissed, sending pleasant shivers through my body. For a moment, I let myself forget about everything else - the ranch, the town gossip, my family's expectations. In this moment, there was only Lucas and me.

But reality came crashing back all too soon. The distant rumble of an approaching vehicle jolted us apart. Panic seized me as I scrambled to sit up, nearly knocking Lucas off the seat.

“Shit,” I cursed, fumbling to button my jeans. “We gotta go.”

Lucas was already ahead of me, sliding back into the front seat and straightening his clothes. I followed suit, my heart pounding as I tried to make myself look presentable. The truck that passed us wasn't my Pa's, thank God, but it was one of the nearby neighbors. They slowed, rolling their windows down.

“You need any help there, Beau?”

“We’re alright,” I replied, trying to smile like I hadn’t just gotten sucked off by the man sitting next to me. “Old girl’s been giving me some trouble, but she’s alright now.”

“You headed to the fair?”

“Going that way now.”

“We’ll follow behind to make sure you get there alright.”

“Much obliged,” I nodded, giving the neighbor a wave before I rolled my window back up.

I glanced over at Lucas who was stifling a laugh as I turned the truck over. He tapped his lower lip as he looked at me. “You got a little something…”

Reaching up, my hand came away wet, a smear of his cum on my fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmured, throwing the truck into gear. Hopefully the neighbor didn’t notice that.

“You’re good now,” Lucas said, giving me a once over. “Onto the fair then?”

I grumbled in reply as we started down the road again, grumpy that I’d fallen prey to my own weakness. But now that I’d tasted him, I wasn’t sure I could tell myself no again. Maybe it was time Lucas and I had a real honest talk about how things were going to go between us.

At least there was one saving grace in all this. Lucas was going home in a week or so and my life would go back to normal. Since there was an obvious expiration date to all this, maybe… just maybe, I could allow myself a little bit of fun. After that, it was back to ranching and being normal. I stole a glance at Lucas as he fixed his hair in the mirror. But until then, I might be able to give myself permission to enjoy my city boy a little longer.

Chapter 10

Lucas

“Can’t wait to see you with that trophy, Beau!”

It was at least the fifteenth time some random passerby had said that to Beau as we walked down the fair’s midway. It seemed the cowboy at my side, the one I could still taste on my lips, had a bigger reputation than I thought. Being a three-time champion, I figured he’d be known, but this was much more than I expected.

“Thanks,” Beau called back with a polite, but shy wave.

The man, from what I could tell, didn’t take praise well. Ever since our little romp in his truck, he’d been awfully quiet, always keeping his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him. He barely even looked at me as soon as we were lost in the crowd. As far as I could see, not a single person thought it was odd we were walking together. But with the way Beau was acting, you’d think we were making out on top of the merry-go-round. It made me kind of sad to see him so reserved.

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