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“It’s getting cool,” Mandy murmured, not wanting to move away
from the heat of Craig’s body. She felt leaden and complacent. Her
breasts reacted to the gentle friction Craig caused. Her pussy stirred in
the lazy pre-arousal state that often occurred when she spent time
alone with him. “I’m gonna get my jacket.”
She stumbled back, smoothing the skirt of her dress down from
the rumpled mess it had become from rubbing against Craig’s legs.
She swayed the short walk to the truck, all the while feeling Craig’s
gaze burning into her. The fiery trail scoured her as she leaned into
the truck and grabbed her jacket. Summer was brutal, but the nights
were cooling off a bit, leaving a chill in the air.
When she turned, she was surprised to see Craig standing a few
feet from her. Tentatively, she tucked her rebellious curls behind her
ear and tried her damnedest to force the sudden lump in her throat to
keep movin’ south. The hunger she sensed pulsed off him in
He moved closer. It didn’t matter what she tried to tell herself
about their friend-based relationship. Craig was scorching her with
that heady gaze of his, as he had been doing for years. A short glance
below his belt left her dizzy and her mind rolling while her body
acutely reacted. Like a switch, he turned her so far on, her startling
fantasy of jumping him and fucking him mad in this field didn’t seem
“That kiss, Amanda.” Craig stepped into her, his fingers sinking
into her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I’ve been wantin’ to
do that for years, but going to school in Arizona with you here…it
wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Mandy tried to find her breath, but air only filled her lungs
partway. Despite the unusually clean night air, she found it hard to
breathe, hard to think, and so damn easy to imagine. Thank you, beer.
“What changed now?” she asked, her voice hoarse and sensual.
Her body hummed like the nighttime insects all around them. Her
pussy grew wet and tingly. Her clit pulsed a familiar rhythm that
called for more than clothed bodies and kisses.
“Time’s too short to fuck around. I’m a semester away from my
master’s, and then I plan to return to Ryder for good.”
“And the rodeo?”
“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want to give it up, but I can
arrange to have you travel with me. If you don’t like it after a season,
then I’ll give up rodeoin’ and focus on the farm and the ranch.” He
tipped her head, bringing his mouth a breath away from hers. “I want
you so damn bad it’s been near killin’ me to stay away all this time.”
His words had no time to sink in before his mouth claimed her
with a hunger that lit her on fire from lips to mind to toes. He
controlled the kiss with each possessing sweep of his tongue,
plundering her mouth and feeding her breath. There was a tinge of
desperation behind the hunger, something dark and brooding and
quickly forgotten when his arm slinked around her waist and tugged
her flush to him.
Mandy moaned, delighting in the solid frame of his body against
her own soft dips and curves. His hands moved over her, exploring
her with no resistance, his kiss deep and desperate. His palms slid
down her side and curled around her ass. She moaned, and her arms
wrapped around his neck, and her fingers tangled in his soft hair,
feeding into his kisses until the very air she breathed came from his
He hoisted her up with a soft groan, fitting the hard bulge in his
jeans against her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as
her back hit the side of the truck, forcing him tight against her.
“Amanda,” he whispered, cupping her head between his hands
and finally unleashing his restrained hunger. His hips rocked into her,
and she whimpered, the rough friction releasing a series of tremors
that threatened to rip her apart.
“I want you, too, Craig,” she whispered between possessive
plunges of their tongues. “I want you.”
* * * *
Craig held nothing back. He’d restrained his true feelings for
Amanda far too long to warrant caution tonight. He wanted her, all of
her, and he’d forever be thanking god if she wanted him in return. His
emotions were on the fritz, his only salvation coming from the sparse
time he spent with Amanda. She helped him clear his thoughts,
making one thing frighteningly clear. He loved this woman and would
not risk losing her for any schooling or rodeo.
The flavor of beer still lingered in her mouth, igniting a throb in
his jaw and a pounding ache in his cock. She tasted great. He bunched
up the skirt of her dress and pulled it over her head, tearing her mouth
away from his for a brutal moment.
She didn’t allow him the chance to soak in the sight of her flesh,
those wicked hips of hers rocking against his, the hot center of her
body sliding up and down his hard cock. She clawed his shirt up his
back and stripped it off his body, casting it aside.
When she arched against him, the warm, soft curves of her body
caressing the feverish flesh of his chest and stomach, he groaned,
grabbing her ass in his hands and spinning her away from the truck.
The swells of her breasts rubbed over his pecs, her quiet moans
echoing each slight movement.
Craig stumbled through the knee-high grass, blinded by the heady
desire flowing through their hungry kisses. Her hands splayed over
his back and trekked on either side of his spine, molding over every
small crevice in his muscles and each vertebrae of his spine, spears of
raw heat jolting in the wake of her path.
His toes hit the pads with the sleeping bags. Carefully, he knelt
down and settled back on his heels, coasting his hands along the
smooth planes of her back. His fingers tangled up in her hair, bringing
his hands around to cup her face. He eased back, delighting in stealing
nibbles from her bottom lip. His breaths came sharp and shallow, the
throb in his cock resonating through his body. Amanda’s hands
gripped his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist as she sat
firmly against his dick. Her supple breasts rose and fell rapidly, her
pants expelling from her parted and swollen lips.
Her shoulders shrugged as she leaned closer to him. The soft,
sweet fragrance from the silky strands of her hair filled his nostrils,
laced with the underlying hint of her arousal. Even in the darkness lit
only by the dazzling display of stars and a half moon hanging in the
sky, he felt the heat radiating from her skin and saw the deepening
color that painted her cheeks.
“Craig,” she whispered.