It was a cluster fuck of mega proportions.

Lily Ridenger was tooling down Highway 50, singing along with Willie about being on the road again and feeling great that she’d landed a job. There were a lot of trucking companies who were loath to hire female drivers, and even more who looked at her five-foot-nothing stature with something close to disdain.

When Abbots Trucking out of Lakeland, Florida had offered her the job, she’d been thrilled. Steady work and the chance for some long hauls would enable her to take a look at other parts of the country and see if there was somewhere else she’d rather hang her hat.

If she still had one. Her rat bastard ex-husband, as she affectionately referred to him, had cost her their small horse farm, her new car, her life savings, and her best friend. Well, the best friend hadn’t been much of a loss. After all, it was Cherry Lynne who helped Eddie gamble away everything Lily had to her name.

Still, it stung. Eddie couldn’t have just cheated on her with Cherry Lynne. No. He had to take out a mortgage on the farm from a shyster, fly Cherry Lynne to Vegas, and lose the whole kit and caboodle in one weekend.

Lily didn’t have much choice but to look for work. She couldn’t very well stable horses and give riding lessons without the farm. And her only other skill was driving. She could drive anything and had at one time or another. Her father had been a long-haul trucker and before he died, he’d paid for Lily to go to truck driving school.

Which pretty much brought her to the present moment. The cluster fuck.

An old Plymouth at the front of the line of traffic had T-boned a Honda trying to cross the road. The Chevy behind the Plymouth swerved to avoid rear-ending the Plymouth and ran the first car in the line of oncoming traffic off the road. The second car in line clipped the Chevy when it swerved again and sent it into a spin.

And after that it was a series of collisions. Lily locked down the brakes on the semi, tried to avoid running over two motorcycles in front of her and succeeded in fishtailing off the road.

As luck would have it, the trailer hit the soft mud on the slope at the side of the road and flipped. Taking the cab with it. Lily had no choice but to hang on and hope like hell she ended up in one piece.

She offered a grateful thanks after realizing that she seemed to be unharmed then let the anger set in. Just her luck. Her first run and she flipped the freaking rig.

“Hey, you okay?” A male voice interrupted what promised to be a blue-ribbon winning steam of curse words.

Lily paused in the act of peeling herself off the passenger door where she’d landed when she hit the seat belt release and looked up in the direction of the voice. An older man with sparse gray hair was peering through the driver’s side window at her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. Think you can get that door open?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll get help.”

Lily grimaced as the man disappeared and climbed for the door. Bracing herself with her butt against the seat and her feet on the dash, she worked at rolling down the window.

She had it about halfway down when a man climbed onto the side of the truck. “Want me to open it?” he yelled.

“I think I’ve about got it.”

A couple more seconds and the window was fully open. Hands reached through the opening, and she grabbed them. A second later she was hauled up through the window and against a hard male body.

“Gotcha.”

If it had been another time and different circumstance, she would definitely have taken time to contemplate both the statement and the position. Strong arms held her pressed against a big, hard body.

“Need a hand getting her down, Clint?” Another male voice, one with a deep timbre and decidedly Southern drawl, came from beneath them.

“Clint?” Lily tried to look up to see the man’s face.

He let go of her with one arm to reach up and lower his sunglasses. Lily reared back a bit, took one look, jolted, and fell.

Clint Marsh stumbled and nearly fell off the side of the overturned truck himself. The woman who, a moment ago, had been nicely molded against him was now flailing over backward. Right smack into his brother Cam’s arms.

“Got her!” Cam crowed, bending at the knees to absorb the weight as he cradled the woman beneath the knees and back.

Clint climbed down off the truck, using the few seconds to clear his head. He had to be mistaken. The woman couldn’t be who he thought. By the time he reached his brother’s side, Cam was setting the woman on her feet—albeit slowly. No doubt he was enjoying the feel of her curves in his arms. She was definitely a looker.

“You okay, sugar?” he asked, drawing her attention as she stepped away from Cam.

When her eyes turned to him, he damn near took a step back. Maybe it was surprise, or maybe it was the fact that those Carolina-blue eyes still packed a hell of a punch.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Lily Ridenger.”

Lily’s eyes moved from Clint to Cam, who was exclaiming, “Well, cut me off and call me Shorty. It sure as hell is.”

“Hey, guys.” She managed to find her voice, but not the courage to meet Clint’s eyes. Instead, she looked at the overturned truck.

“What you doing down here in this neck of the woods, sugar?”

Sugar? Did Clint have to use that particular word? It conjured up memories she’d rather not remember. Memories of a time when she was young, innocent, and believed in happily ever after. Not to mention times when she could barely stand not having her hands on him and thought the time between kisses was some kind of purgatory she had to endure to get back to that next kiss or caress.

Time had been more than good to both the Marsh boys. Cam was a couple of inches taller than Clint, who by her estimate had to be a solid six-two. And both still had those smoky gray-blue eyes that seemed to see right into her soul.

Not to mention bodies that had matured into what could easily be labeled a woman’s wet dream. Lean but solid, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. If ever men had been blessed, these two topped the charts.

She wasn’t quite ready to answer Clint’s question. “I thought you guys were in Arizona? Isn’t that where your family moved when you left North Carolina?”

“The folks are still there.” Cam supplied the answer.

“They’re well, I hope.”

“Mom’s still kickin’,” Cam replied. “Dad passed on a couple of years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that about your dad but I’m glad your mom’s doing well. What about your brother Colton and your sister?”

“Colton finally got out of the military and has a place in North Carolina. My sister is in Arizona.”

For a few moments there was an awkward silence. Lily stared at her overturned truck. Sure as shit, she was going to get canned when she called in the accident. Which meant she was going to be up the creek without a paddle. Hell, without a boat. If she was lucky, she’d be able to afford a bus ticket.

The problem was, she had nowhere to go.

She was about to be sucked into the well of that depressing thought when the first of the police cars arrived. Two hours later everything but her truck had been cleared from the scene and she was watching the tow company as they set about righting the truck.

The company she worked for had arranged for the truck to be towed, and another semi had already been dispatched to return the trailer to the yard to see what of the shipment was salvageable.

And Lily had been told in no uncertain terms to take a hike.

Pretty much what she’d expected. And feared.

Clint watched Lily. Standing alone on the shoulder of the road, her shoulders rounded and arms crossed over her chest, she looked small and lost. Twice he’d seen her swipe at her eyes and square her shoulders.

That was a posture he remembered. The girl who refused to surrender to any challenge, who would stand toe-to-toe with the biggest or meanest and never back down.

The girl he’d loved more than any other before or since.

And the girl he’d left behind.

Only now she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. Twenty years had come and gone since the day he told her he was moving away. Twenty years since she’d cried and asked him to love her before he left.

Twenty years since he’d taken her virginity and promised to come back for her when he turned eighteen.

Over the past two decades, Clint had thought of her and come up with reasonable justifications why he’d never gone back. Why he’d never written or called. They’d been just kids, after all. It was never meant to be something that lasted forever. Just young love, and even if he had gone back, it probably wouldn’t have worked out.

She probably moved on three weeks after he left. Any gal who looked like Lily sure wasn’t going to be lonely long. Most of the guys at school had been sniffing around her since she turned twelve and went from being one of the boys to someone with breasts.

No, his justifications were sound. There wasn’t any reason to feel guilty for moving on from young love.

Then why the hell did he feel so bad about it, and why did he want to enfold her in his arms and wipe that forlorn look from her face? Hell, he didn’t even know her—at least not as an adult.

Lily turned as the semi pulled onto the road and watched as it disappeared from sight. On the ground beside her was her duffel bag. She looked down at it and sighed. Not much to show for thirty-five years of living.

But crying about it wasn’t going to get her anywhere, so she might as well suck it up and figure out what the hell she was going to do.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, crammed her hat firmly on her head and looked down the road in the opposite direction.

That was when she saw him. Clint. Sitting on a motorcycle on the shoulder of the road. She thought he’d left. Once the police arrived, things had gotten a little crazy and she figured he and Cam had split.

But there he sat. Watching her.

Blowing out her breath, she walked over to him. “What’re you doing still hanging around?”

“You need a ride, sugar?”

Lily snorted out a breath and nodded. “Looks that way.”

“Where’re you headed?”

“I wish to hell I knew.” The words were out before she could stop them. She looked down at her feet in embarrassment.

The silence stretched out, cars passing by while she stood there watching her feet. Finally, she looked up at him.

“What’s going on, Lil? Why’d that driver leave without you?”

“They fired me.”

“Why? It wasn’t your fault.”

“My boss didn’t much care whose fault it was. The shipment was late, maybe destroyed, and it was my first run. Not a good start and I guess he wasn’t inclined to give me a second chance.”

“So, you want me to take you home?”

That question brought a bolt of reality that had her facing two possibilities: Break down, cry and wallow in her shame, fear and hopelessness, or spit in the face of misfortune and refuse to break.

She chose the latter. Which meant she had to meet Clint’s eyes, tell the truth, and try like hell not to care what he might think of her for it.

“That’d be a little difficult seeing as I don’t have a home.”

“Say what?”

“I said I don’t have a home. Everything I own in the world is in this duffel bag.”

“Sugar, I don’t believe that for a second. Surely you have—”

“No, I don’t have, Clint.”

He was quiet for several long seconds, his eyes searching hers. Finally, he started his bike. “Get on.”

“Why?”

“Well, you sure as hell can’t stay here, Lil.”

“I know that!”

“Then get on. I can at least take you to a friend’s or a motel or something.”

“Look, I don’t know anyone here and I can’t afford a motel. I used the last dime I had to get to Lakeland for this job. I was banking on my pay to be able to find a room or something and now…well, now that’s not likely to happen.”

“Then I’ll get you a ticket to go back home. To your folks.”

He could have said anything else but that and she could have taken it. But the mention of her family crumbled what strength she had left.

“They’re gone,” she whispered around the sob that threatened to erupt. “It’s all gone, Clint. Mom and Dad, the farm. All of it.”

“Get on.”

“Just leave, Clint.”

“I said get on the damn bike, Lil.”

She didn’t move and he got off the bike to take hold of her upper arms. “Look at me, Lily.”

When she did, he leaned down so close that their noses almost touched. “I want you to get on the bike. Now.”

If she’d had a choice, she would have said no. But she literally had no other options. So, she climbed on the back of the bike. Clint secured her duffel bag behind her and climbed on in front of her.

She placed her hand on his waist, holding loosely as he pulled out onto the blacktop. A few moments later, they were flying down the road.

To where, she didn’t have a clue.

Lily climbed off the bike as Clint killed the engine. “Where are we?”

“My place.” He swung his leg over the bike to stand.

She looked around. The driveway sat between two enormous pastures that were dotted with squat oaks and palmetto bushes. Cattle grazed in the pasture to the left, while across the drive in the opposite pasture at least a dozen horses grazed.

Two barns, a corral and several smaller buildings stood behind the house, along with a garage with two double bays that stood open, displaying several pickup trucks, a couple of four-wheelers and several motorcycles.

The main house was fashioned of what looked like stucco with an orange tiled roof that was dulled by age. It was an impressive spread.

“Wow, this is nice. I didn’t know there were ranches in Florida.”

“Now you do. Come on.”

“Hold on!” She grabbed his arm as he headed for the back door of the house.

“What?”

“Clint, why did you bring me here?”

“You obviously need a place to stay.”

“So, you bring me home with you? Just like that?”

“What would you have me do, Lil? Leave you standing on the side of the road?”

“No, but—”

“But what?”

She put her hands to her head, fingers raking back the hair from her face then tangling in it. It was as if the pull on the roots would suddenly loosen her brain and make it easier to figure out what to say.

“Lily, it’ll be okay.”

His voice was soft and even after twenty years she could read the expression on his face. It almost did her in. She could handle being yelled at, made fun of, or even insulted, but knowing he felt sorry for her was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Yeah, maybe. One day. But not today.”

Clint smiled. “Now there’s the Lily I know.”

She looked up at him. “Used to know.”

He nodded. “Come on in, Lil. Let’s have a beer, grill a steak and then we’ll figure out what comes next.”

“I think it might take more than beer and steak for that.”

“But it’s a start. Come on.”

She’d have shamed those who raised her if she’d done anything other than be grateful to him for his kindness. And his statement drove home one of those old sayings her dad had always used. When life kicks you to the dirt, you’ve got nowhere to go but up.

She followed him inside. “This is a really nice place. You have a family, Clint?”

“Cam and I bought this place about ten years ago. Guess we’ve been too busy building the ranch to think about family. How ’bout you?”

That was a subject she wasn’t eager to discuss. “Cam lives here with you?” she asked as he opened the refrigerator and took out two longneck beers.

“Yep.” He opened the bottles and handed her one.

“Thanks.” She took a drink and followed him back out to the porch. “So, neither of you ever got married?”

“Nope.” He took a seat on the porch swing. “Take a load off.”

Lily sat beside him. “Why not?”

Clint didn’t respond for a moment then turned to look at her. “Never found anyone I loved enough.”

That statement brought an unexpected pain. There was a time she’d thought that their love would last forever. It was silly to feel pain over something that happened so long ago. They were just kids when they were together. And what did you really know about love when you were still shy of sixteen?

“How about you?” he asked.

Lily lifted her beer. “It’s gonna take a whole lot more of these to get into that sordid tale.”

“I got a case, so drink up.” He clinked his bottle to hers then drank.

She tilted up the bottle and did the same, then leaned back against the swing. Clint had his feet on the concrete floor of the porch, pushing slightly to make the swing sway gently.

“So?” he asked.

“So, I need another beer.”

“Okay.” He started to stand.

“Sit. I’ll get it. Bring you another?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Four beers later, she’d dodged the question of her marriage all she could. When he asked again, she blew out a breath. “Okay, Reader’s Digest condensed version. Dad died and six months later Mom died. Of a broken heart, I guess. She just couldn’t keep going without him. I inherited the farm and started raising horses. Things were okay for a while. Then I got married.”

“Sorry to hear about your folks, Lil. They were good people.”

“Yeah, they were. Thanks.”

“So, what about this husband of yours?”

“Rat bastard?”

“Hell of a name, but yeah.”

“He took up with my so-called best friend, borrowed money on the farm and had a high old time gambling it away. So, I lost the farm, told the husband and the best friend to take a hike and took the job with the trucking company in Lakeland. Which brings us to this glorious moment in time.”

Clint nodded. “Hell of a time you’ve had, sugar. I always wondered what happened to you.”

“Did you?” That surprised her. She’d always figured he forgot about her the moment he crossed the state line.

“Yeah, Lil, I did.”

“Me, too,” she admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Those were good times, weren’t they?”

She nodded. “The best. Life was full of possibilities.”

“It still is.” He reached over to put his hand on her knee and squeeze.

“Yeah, I know.” She put her hand on top of his. “I’m just feeling sorry for myself, I guess. And to be honest, it’s more than a little humiliating to meet up with your first love after this long and find out that not only is he still so sexy it should be illegal but he’s a big successful rancher—and you’re a—well, you know.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

Lily laughed. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe she just needed to let go of the misery for a while, but his question struck her as funny. “All that and all you heard was you’re sexy?”

“Well, yeah, sugar.”

“Some things don’t change after all,” she teased. “Does that mean I get to drive your bike?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, Clint. You don’t remember how you’d always let me drive your truck when I’d tell you how big and strong and sexy you were?”

“I did? You…really? You played me?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I meant it. But it did help when I wanted to drive.”

“You can’t drive my bike. Hey, how the heck did you end up driving a rig anyway?”

“Oh, Dad paid for me to go to truck driving school a year or so before he died. He was having some trouble with his eyes, seeing at night, and once I got my license, I’d ride with him and take the night shifts.”

“What happened to him, Lil?”

“Brain tumor. That was what was causing the eye problems. You know how he was. Hated doctors so he wouldn’t get it checked even though Mom nagged him half to death. We were on a haul to Washington state, and he went blind. Damn near wrecked. Got him to a hospital and they diagnosed him. Six months later he was gone.”

“Sorry.”

She gave him a smile. “Me too. But he gave us the best of himself while he was here. And he was a great dad. You know, he taught me how to rebuild a sixty-eight GTO engine. And how to do bat turns.”

Clint chuckled. “You always did have a need for speed.”

“Still do,” she replied and tapped her bottle to his.

“Some things don’t change all that much, do they?”

Later she would remember that being the moment. She could have joked it away, could have looked away or said she had to go pee. But she didn’t. Instead, she looked into his eyes.

“No, some things don’t change at all.”

Clint felt his breath catch when their eyes met. Damn if she still didn’t have the power to give him a world-class hard-on with just a look. If he’d been wise, he would have looked away, or gotten up and started dinner.

But he wasn’t thinking about being wise. All he could see was the look in her eyes and it robbed him of the ability to reason.

“Lily.”

One word, whispered, and she was in his arms. Their lips met and time fell away. Never breaking contact, she climbed on his lap, straddling him. Her arms snaked around his neck, hands fisting in his hair.

Clint couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. All those years of dreaming the “what ifs” and remembering her lithe strong body against his came slamming home, bringing a need that was too strong to deny.

His hands slid under her tight ass, drawing her closer to him. She groaned and deepened the kiss, grinding against his erection. Clint snatched her t-shirt free of her jeans, running his hands up her back, feeling firm muscle beneath soft skin. Skin that was growing damp and hot.

Lily pulled back from the kiss and reached down to grab her t-shirt and snatch it up over her head. Clint’s eyes moved to the swell of her breasts, above the edge of the white bra. No lace and satin for this gal. Like the girl he’d known in the past, she was still a down-to-basics kind of woman.

Before he could do more than look up into her eyes, she’d worked her hands down to his belt. Once it was loosened, she unfastened the button of his jeans and pulled his shirt free. She gave him a sassy smile right before she grabbed both sides of his shirt where it met and yanked, sending buttons flying as she ripped it open.

Air whispered on his skin, giving him one moment of cool. Then her hands were on him, moving over his chest, and heat returned with a vengeance. He reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She paused to allow him to lower the straps from her shoulders and work her arms free.

Clint moved his hands to her breasts. Her eyes locked with his. She reached up to gather her hair and lift it off her shoulders, damp tendrils sticking to her skin. The motion lifted her breasts, presenting a picture of uninhibited sensuality that had his erection throbbing.

Lily gasped as Clint’s thumbs rubbed over her nipples. Heat streaked from the point of contact, coming to roost in her groin. She let her hair fall and grabbed his face in her hands. It was the kind of kiss a woman dreams about on lonely nights, all tongue and teeth, a kiss that was not gentle or hesitant—a kiss of hunger.

And hungry was a perfect description for how she felt. The bulge beneath her gave testament to his arousal, hard and throbbing against her. It was driving her mad. She broke free of the kiss, intent on getting him out of his pants, but when she did, he reached up, grabbed her hair on the back of her head and pulled her head back.

His lips moved to her neck, and she gasped. How many times had he driven her into a frenzy kissing her neck? How many times had she wanted to go further than just making out and touching through clothing when he tempted her this way?

More times than she could count. Back then she’d been nervous and tentative. Not now. Now she wanted all he had to give. As if sensing her thoughts, he moved his mouth lower. His work-hardened hands lifted her breasts, pressing them up and in as his mouth closed around one nipple.

She damn near came it felt so good. She lifted up on her knees, working her hands to the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched when she pressed her hand on his erection.

His mouth abandoned her breast and he looked up at her. For a moment they were frozen, locked eye to eye, then abruptly he grabbed her under her ass and stood. She wound her legs around his waist, clutching his shoulders as he carried her into the house.

Clint laid her on the long couch in the great room and knelt on one knee beside her. Her eyes moved to his and held. Never breaking that contact, he unbuttoned her jeans.

Lily toed off her boots, hearing them clunk against the floor, and then raised her hips as he slid the jeans down, peeling them off and tossing them aside. His eyes raked down her body as he lowered her panties and then back to lock with hers again.

It felt like fire on her skin, the touch of his fingers as he ran his hand down her body to the vee of her thighs. She spread her legs, providing better access, and he shifted positions to kneel between her legs.

Twenty years ago, his touch had been hesitant and unsure. That was not the case now. He traced his fingers over her clit and down, outlining the swollen labia and then up. She arched as two fingers worked inside her, his thumb circling her clit.

A riot of sensation assaulted her, threatening to send her careening over the edge. She arched her pelvis up, her body tensing. “Get in me,” she breathed.

“In good time, sugar.”

Good time? Christ on a crutch, she’d never seen a better time. Her sex was clenching around his finger as if it had a mind of its own and her clit felt like electricity was spiking through it.

“Clint,” she argued with a moan.

His response was to lower his head to her breast, sending another shockwave of pleasure spiking through her. The tempo of his hand increased, stoking fast and deep. She groaned, unable to stop the sound or the trembling of her body.

Just as she was about to come, his fingers withdrew. He rocked back, lifting her hips to work his tongue inside her wet sex. Lily reached back with both hands, holding on to the arms of the couch. Jesus H, the man was driving her insane. If she didn’t come soon, she was going to spontaneously combust.

She couldn’t take it any longer. Had to have him in her. She pulled away and climbed to her knees, pulling his face to hers and tasting herself on his lips. Her hands worked on his pants, sliding them down over his narrow hips.

Commando. Somehow the realization that he had nothing beneath the jeans was an extra turn-on. She wrapped her hand around his erection, stroking firm and slow. Within moments, his kiss became more fierce and needy.

Something akin to delight lanced through her, knowing that her touch, her kiss could evoke that kind of hunger in him. She ended the kiss and sank down before him. She ran her tongue over the engorged head of his dick, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

His fingers tangled in her hair as her mouth closed on him and she heard his muffled groan. She held him firm with one hand allowing her free hand to move to his balls, rubbing lightly.

“Jesus.” His expulsion of breath and sound told her all she needed to know. She straightened and pushed him back on the sofa. “It’s good time, sugar.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Right now, he felt like a certain part of his anatomy was about to explode. Clint reached for her as she climbed on top of him, straddling his body. He grabbed her hips as she worked her hand between them to take hold of his erection and rub it against her wet sex.

Inch by sublime, torturous inch, she slid down on him, prolonging the anticipation, driving the need higher. He was about to slam into her out of sheer desperation when she sank down, hitting him inside her.

“Oh my god, you feel good,” she breathed.

That was all it took to obliterate his control. He grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed her down. She gasped and braced herself with her hands on his chest, meeting his need with equal fury.

Clint stifled a groan. He wanted to pound into her, to ease this need. It took all the control he possessed to hold back. His chest tightened as he fought for control, the effort making his breath hard and ragged. He gritted his teeth against the need that pounded at him with increasing intensity and began a slow rhythm, pulling almost completely out before plunging back in again. Lily quaked with each stroke and moved harder and faster on him.

He grabbed her, pulled her to him and rolled them off the couch onto the thick rug in front of it. With her now beneath him, he grabbed behind her knees and lifted her legs in the air.

Her moan was one of acceptance. She stretched her arms up over her head, arching up against him. It was so completely feminine and submissive that it threatened his tenuous control. Primal need took over and he stroked hard and fast, her cries and gasps driving him faster and harder until he felt control fading like morning mist in sunshine.

Impending orgasm had him slowing his pace. He lowered her legs and moved forward, braced above her to capture her mouth with his. The kiss was slow but passionate, matching the motion of his hips. Together they danced a primitive dance, each naturally matching the rhythm of the other. Clint found himself shocked at the feelings. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right as this moment, and this woman.

When Lily moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, his motions became harder. He drove himself into her, feeling her push back against each thrust, driving him deeper into her. Her legs tightened around him as her body went into climax. Wetness poured between them, her sex clenching around him, her belly contracting. Her head arched back, and her eyes closed in abandon. Clint slowed his movements, enjoying the feel of her orgasm.

Lily went limp and sank into the feeling of Clint kissing and sucking her neck. He pulled out of her as his mouth traveled to her breasts. He teased her nipples with tongue and teeth as his hand continued the journey down her body and slipped under her ass. With expert motion, he rolled her on top of him. He ran his fingers down between her cheeks, over her anus and up to swollen lips. He fingered her clit gently as he sucked her breasts. Just as another orgasm began to ripple through her body, he shifted and drove himself into her.

Lily cried his name, and the sound made his skin burn and his mind explode with sensation. She took him, setting the pace and rhythm, riding him like a runaway stallion. Sweat poured from both of their bodies. His hands pulled at her hips as his eyes raked over her body, stopping to stare into her eyes. With eyes locked and bodies connected, they traveled together to a shared climax that left them both spent and exhausted.

When it finally passed, leaving them both sweaty and breathless, she lay down on him, the side of her face against his broad chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. She felt his arms circle her protectively. Relaxing into his embrace, warm against his skin, she fell asleep.