Or can it be as simple as having sex with a man to scratch an itch and let it go at that?
“Name the day. School day. I’ll take off. Personal day. While June’s in school.” He’s panting as hard as I am. “We’ll fuck. We’ll feel good. We’ll go our separate ways.”
Yes.This is how he operates. Everyone knows it. This is safe.
It’s a one-time thing.
No emotions.
Just physical sensations.
“I’ll email you,” I gasp.
“Text it.”
“Okay.”
He grips me by the chin and kisses me again, but instead of hard and fast and deep, he softly brushes his lips over mine, then sucks ever so gently at my bottom lip. “Text me soon,” he says.
And then he’s gone, striding out of the bunkhouse like he doesn’t have a steel pipe in his pants, he’s not struggling to breathe, and he can see straight.
I can barely make it to the bunkhouse bathroom to unzip my jeans, slide my hand into my panties, and work out all the built-up tension.
I wonder if he’s headed home to go rip his pants off and stroke himself too.
Nope.
Nope nope nope.
Not thinking about that.
This thing between us?
Passing infatuation.
I have to let it go.
Not just because I told Junie I wasn’t dating.
I have to let it go for me too. When she leaves, I want to stay here. I want to have a home. I want to see if this ranch can give me a greater purpose. And I don’t want ghosts haunting me.
Especially the very alive, very virile, very sexy, very unavailable kind.
Chapter 21
Flint
I never knew torture until Maisey Spencer moved in up the driveway.
When Tony was alive and running the ranch, he’d stop to chat every time he passed the gatehouse if I was outside. He’d invite me up to the house for a beer after school. We’d do dinner with Kory and a few others at Iron Moose every other week or so.
He was a good friend when I needed one after I moved back to Hell’s Bells.
And now images of his niece—watching me, kissing me, clinging to me, the color high in her cheeks, her breath coming in short pants, her eyes dark with craving—haunt me with every waking breath.
Tony was never a prude. Clearly.
But I don’t know what he’d think of my wanting to strip Maisey naked to work her out of my system.
