Page 65 of Hell or High Water

“You’re the smart one. It’s why he gave you this job,” Gathe said as I turned the knob. “Be smart.”

I didn’t turn around to look at him. “The day I start asking you for advice, they might as well hang me up underground,” I replied, then went inside and closed the door before he could say more.

At least the cabin didn’t smell like sex. The breakfast casserole was masking any scent left behind. I held the finger I’d had inside her to my nose and inhaled. He wasn’t wrong. Her pussy was fucking intoxicating. Thinking about how tight she’d been had me hardening again. Dammit!

My eyes swung to the bedroom door that she’d closed. I should have cleaned her up. Made it casual and not let her have a moment to put any weight or importance on it. If she did that, it would go south fast.

I wasn’t done yet. But I was going to have to be more careful. I’d lost it and pushed into her an inch past the head of my cock. Thankfully, I felt the tightening of my balls and knew I had to get out of her before I went off inside her. She’d just been so tight. I’d never been in a cunt like that, and I doubted I ever would again.

Instead of going to the bedroom and checking on her, I went to the kitchen to get down two plates and put some of the casserole onto each one. It also gave me time to think through this. I wanted to eat, then get her naked and in the bed, but I also couldn’t confuse her with my current state of lust where she was concerned. She was a virgin. Not someone who you fucked like an animal and only used for a booty call.

We needed to get out of this cabin. If we stayed here, I was going to keep her legs spread with either my tongue or cock working her until we both got off. And if I didn’t limit that time, I was more likely to snap and sink all the way inside her.

The door opened to her room, and I didn’t look back at her.

“Breakfast is ready,” I told her.

I heard her footsteps as she walked closer, then stopped. I could do this. I mean, hell, I hadn’t even kissed her. That was something, right? She couldn’t confuse this for something else if we weren’t even kissing. Feeling better about things, I picked up my plate and left hers on the counter, then turned around.

“I dished you up some. Figured you’d be hungry,” I told her, then headed to the sofa.

She was wearing a goddamn pink sundress. How the fuck was I supposed to think about anything other than the easy access to her cunt with her in something like that? I could suggest we go down to the stables so she could ride Jack. Then she’d have to change into jeans.

“Thanks,” she said softly, sounding nervous.

That wasn’t going to work either. I didn’t want her feeling nervous and awkward around me. I wanted her comfortable and willing to open those legs for me. I stopped and looked at her. Even her shoulders were tense.

“Six?” I used the nickname just to get a reaction out of her.

She almost smiled when she shifted her attention to me. “I thought we’d gotten rid of that name.”

“I didn’t realize you’d picked out the replacement. Which one did you like? Cherry Pie, or Sugar Cookie, or…oh! I have a new one to add to the pot. Apple Bottom.”

A small laugh escaped her, and her entire body visibly relaxed. Mission accomplished.

“None of those,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she gave me her full-on dimpled smile.

And there went my cock, stirring back to life.

“You don’t have to give me a nickname, you know.”

I frowned. “Of course I do. I give all my female friends nicknames.”

That wasn’t technically true. I had two female friends. Halo, who I called little momma, and Saylor Rice, who I’d only ever called Saylor, except when I called her a bitch. Every other female who wasn’t related to me that I kept in touch with was because I fucked them on occasion. That was it. I’d said it because I wanted to casually toss out the friends thing. Make sure she wasn’t reading anything else into this thing we were doing.

“If that’s the case, then you might as well just call me Six. The others are a hard no.”

I watched her walk into the kitchen and get a bottle of water before responding, “You won’t get insulted if I call you Six?”

She tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “No,” she said with a small smile.

Did she know how fuckable she was?

“Even when I didn’t know you and I thought I didn’t like you, when you opened the door to the motel room…one out of ten, you were a twenty.”

She took a deep breath and then licked her lips. The shy expression that came over her face as she looked at the floor for a moment, then back at me was adorable. And I really needed her not to be adorable too. I was already struggling.

“So, that’s what you meant by a twenty,” she said.

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