“They escaped to the back,” he jokes.
“You’re an angel.” I take them from him and hurriedly dress.
No one is around, but the faster I get out of a compromised position, the better. For all I know, one of the Wild brothers could come sauntering around the corner any minute.
And the truth is that I’m reeling.
A quickie in a pick-up truck is not unfamiliar territory to me.
I’m from the South. And I’ve always enjoyed sex.
But the way I felt when Jared was inside me? That’s a one-of-a-kind feeling. Overwhelming. Intoxicating. This moment of being with him feels so, so good, but I need a moment alone to process.
“I’ll miss you, Ash.” Jared hesitates, and for a minute, I’m certain he’s going to say more.
Instead, he leans forward and gives me the kiss of my life.
Tongue and tenderness with the perfect combo of urgent and casual. Just like him.
I practically jump out of the truck.
Yep. I’m officially in over my head.
And the scariest part is…
I wouldn’t change a thing.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Jared
I’m still grinning after kissing Ashley when she hops out of the truck and waves goodbye as she walks backward toward the barn.
She keeps walking backward, blowing me kisses the whole way until she nearly bumps into the barn door.
Then she turns and hustles through the door and out of sight.
However, because I know her sense of fun, I wait, and sure enough, not twenty seconds later, she reappears at the nearby barn window to wave one last time.
I wave back, and when she’s finally turned away, I put the truck into reverse and back onto the ranch road. I realize halfway down the road that I left my wallet back at the cabin, so I turn back.
As I’m pulling up to the cabin, the memory returns.
Love.
I felt love.
Of course, on some level, I’ve always loved Ashley.
Adored her.
Worshipped her.
Protected her.
But feeling love for her while we’re having sex is a whole other kind of thing.
I’ve never felt that for another woman.
