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Fun. Casual.

Harloe loves drawing lines anytime she feels me getting too close, and she refuses to tell me why that is. Just like she wouldn’t explain the scar I discovered on her ribs last night. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and cut plenty in my life. Enough to know a bullet wound when I see one.

What secrets is this girl keeping?

Maybe it’s better I don’t know. She’s right, I’m leaving. There’s an expiration date on the horizon, so why not keep it casual and pretend she hasn’t already climbed under my skin?

It’s easier said than done when Harloe closes her eyes and tips her head back, breathing deeply. It’s earthy out here, but her shampoo is all I smell as her hair breezes around her shoulders. She’s so damn beautiful I can’t take my eyes off her.

“You’re staring.” She smiles, her eyes still closed.

“I am.”

She cracks an eye, teasing her lower lip with her teeth. “Not even going to try and deny it?”

“No way in hell.” I grab her hips and lift her onto my lap so she’s straddling me on the tailgate. Her laugh echoes through the desert.

Harloe’s fingers knead my shoulders as I pull her closer to get a taste of her neck. To hear the sweet sound of her moans when I nip at the base of her throat where she likes it. My hands fit perfectly at the curve of her hips. If it were up to me, I’d never let her go.

“Shane.” My name is a moan.

A need.

Her nipples peak through the thin fabric of her dress, grazing against me. Fuck, this girl is every damn dream come to life. She rocks her hot pussy over my cock in her tiny dress, and I’m aching in my jeans.

Her hand slides down my chest, nails raking my taut stomach. Every inch is torture until she’s shoving her hand between us to cup my shaft.

“Can I help you with something?” I grin against her neck.

“Damn it, Shane.” She grabs me harder as I pinch her nipple, teasing her through her dress. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” I drag my tongue up her throat; she sucks in a breath.

“You make me lose all control.”

“I fail to see the problem.” Pulling back, I pop off her hat, then peel up the bottom of her dress, stripping it off.

She’s not wearing a damn thing beneath it. No bra. No panties. Nothing but those boots that drive me out of my mind as her brown hair cascades over her smooth flesh.

“Fucking hell, Harloe.” I groan, dragging my hand down her chest. “You weren’t wearing a damn thing under that dress at breakfast?” I kiss the hollow of her throat.

Her blue eyes sparkle when my hands find her ass, steadying her rhythm as she rocks over me.

“It felt unnecessary when we were inevitably going to end up here.” She brushes her lips over my ear. “Not here, as in this spot exactly. But given my outfit choice, I assumed you’d bend me over something. I am irresistible and all.”

Her tongue drags the length of my ear, and hot need courses down my spine.

My fingers dig into her ass. “If you don’t take my cock out, I’m going to bend you over this damn truck and fuck you so hard and fast you’re going to have bruises on your thighs for a week. I do not have the patience for this right now.”

She hums, her voice a sultry whisper in my ear. “And if I do take your cock out?”

Reaching over, I grab her hat and plant it on her head, so all she’s wearing is that and her damn boots. All flesh and smiles and bright blue eyes. Unfiltered beauty.

“Then you can ride me like you promised, cowgirl.”

I’ve never really had a kink. I like to fuck, and I like to have fun with it. As long as both parties walk out satisfied, then I’ve done my job. But as Harloe drags her nails down my chest and slides my zipper down, I’m a man obsessed.

Nothing feels as good as her hand wrapping my stiff cock because it’s about more than her fingers gripping me tight. Her blue eyes pin me, not the least bit shy. And when she pulls me out and lifts her hips, we both watch as she sinks onto my pierced cock.