Buck, crouching, moved to his living room windows which overlooked the road and his driveway, lifting up a bit to peer out.
There.A single shadow. Was it…headed toward a truck parked just down the street?
Goddammit.Maybe the cops weren’t going to arrive in time to get the guy. It looked like whoever had been casing his place, or carrying out whatever other nefarious thing they’d been doing, had finished up? He looked at his watch. Four minutes until the squad car arrived. By that time the intruder could be long gone.
Buck thought over his options for less than a second.
He was going out. Not to confront the perp, but to take pictures of the truck and license plate before it took off.
Wasting no time, Buck hastened back across his living room, through his kitchen, and out the back door, closing it behind him so Cooper couldn’t follow. He bent and sprinted to the trees on the side of the yard beyond which the car was parked, and eased his way through the scrub until he had sight of the vehicle.
Crap.
There it was. And it didn’t make Buck happy.
He’d been right.
The junkheap was familiar.
It belonged to Bobbie’s brothers, and one of them—Buck believed it was Jeff, even with a cap pulled low over his face—leaned over the side to get something from the overflowing bed.
Buck quickly raised his camera and snapped a few pictures, but while doing so, his foot slipped, and a branch cracked under his not-so-stealthy flip-flop.
The poorly disguised Follster’s head came up.
The man swore, and like the coward Buck knew he was, Jeff scrambled into his truck, started it up, spun his wheels and drove away.
CHAPTER 23
The morning wasdark and overcast, but the imminent storm didn’t dampen Bobbie’s enthusiasmnorthe delicious lick of anticipation running rampant inside her. She was minutes away from seeing Buck in Hampden.HerBuck. Yes, she’d decided to claim him. Even if she wasn’t ready to fork over the “L” word to him, yet, she was more than eager to fuck his brains out.
If he thought they were going to spend their time together—an entire freaking day—playing tiddly-winks, he was in for a huge awakening. Bobbie’s plan was threefold; to make breakfast, get the dogs settled, then use each precious minute thereafter to acquaint herself with every glorious inch of Buck’s body.
Every. Single. Inch.
And that plan included how well those inches were going to fit inside her.
The fantasies she’d spun around Buck over the years had always been epic, despite the fact that she’d been schooled to hate the man, and she was going to fulfill every damned one of them, today.
A big sigh escaped from between her lips. Was she setting herself up for disappointment? Perhaps. Bobbie seriouslydoubted that Buck could live up to all the fictional hype she’d spun in her head, but if he could at least…
Okay.She’d admit it to herself. If the mancouldgive her a freaking orgasm, she’d count that as a huge win, but she had yet to find out. Even though she’d almost sucked Buck to completion in his van, he’d never had his hands or mouth on her pussy.
His choice, not hers. He was such a goddamned boy scout.
So, orgasms?
Damn.
Orgasms.
The bane of her existence. She might as well be a virgin in that department, at least where the elusive “O’s” were concerned…when it involved other people.
Neither guy she’d been with had ever been able to make her climax, and of course they’d blamed her.
She chewed her bottom lip over the question that to this day, persisted. Was it her, or had it been them? Should she have sampled a few more penises instead of giving up on the whole thing, or had she been right to put her pussy on hold?
Maybe shewasdefective. But then, she’d never had a problem with self-stimulation, using her hands orher trusty vibrator. Was she just too self-conscious to let go in front of partner?
