Breathing hard, I fall forward, plastering my chest to his. “That was better than I imagined,” he murmurs softly, his fingers dancing across my back.
“You’ve been imagining that?” I ask, cracking a grin.
“From the moment you slipped across my truck cab and straddled my waist.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “Come on, Lizzie. Now we really do need a shower.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Collin
I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable—not around another person, except maybe my twin, and definitely not a woman.
I took her to all my favorite places and shared stories associated with them. We even ran into my good friend, Wyatt, who wasn’t at the little impromptu thing yesterday, since he was finishing up getting the crops in. He took great pleasure in telling her as many stories of our younger days as he could fit in a ten-minute conversation. Thankfully, he really needed to get back to the field with the lunch he grabbed for his guys.
Now, we’re walking through the downtown area, after having lunch at the diner. “That’s where Charli works,” I say, pointing to the white brick building across the street.
“It is? Is she there?”
“Actually, it looks like she is,” I state, noticing her car in the lot. “The hair place is closed, but I know Charli will work some on Monday afternoons.”
We cross the street, Lizzie’s hand tucked firmly in my own, and head for her building. As luck would have it, Charli isfinishing up with a client inside and is standing at the counter. She spots us and holds up a finger, asking us to wait a second.
When she completes what she’s doing, she walks her client to the door and releases the lock. “Have a wonderful afternoon, Ginny.”
“You too, Charlotte. Say hello to your mother for me,” the older woman I remember from school states. She nods at me as she passes, but I don’t miss the way her lips curl up in annoyance.
“What’s her problem?” I ask when Charli steps aside and waves us in.
My evil sister barks out a laugh. “What? You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” I ask, suddenly very afraid of where this is heading.
“That’s Mrs. Gilmore, the home ec teacher. You glued all her cabinets shut the night before the cooking class final. No one could get in to retrieve their utensils and pans.”
I groan and shake my head. “I forgot about that. And technically, that was Wyatt, Cade, and Vic. I was just along for the ride.”
Charli snorts and shakes her head. “Right. You were always the innocent one.” Then, she turns her attention to Lizzie and gives her a hug. “It’s so good to see you. What are you doing out and about with the ugly ogre?”
Lizzie grins before replying, “We just had lunch at the diner. He’s been giving me a little tour of the town, since I really only know a few places.”
“Well, don’t blink or you’ll miss it all,” Charli chirps with a chuckle.
“This place is beautiful,” Lizzie sings, glancing around and taking in the space.
“Isn’t it? It was the old bank, and when Jenn bought this place, it had been an office of some sort. She completely transformed it into this gorgeous salon and spa. Aren’t the ceilings to die for?”
“They really are,” Lizzie agrees as my sister grabs her by the arm.
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”
I remain where I am and lean against the counter as they walk off, Charli chatting a mile a minute. I’ve already seen the place and take the opportunity to check out Lizzie’s ass as she goes. I’m trying not to be a pig, but it’s a great ass. I remember exactly how it felt in my palms as she rode my cock earlier this morning on my couch.
“Seriously, you’ll love it, I promise,” Charli says as they reenter the main salon.
“What will she love?” I ask, inserting myself into the conversation.
“A massage.” My sister moves to her scheduling app on her phone and says, “What day do you have off?”
