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  That was no lie. She was about as fabulous a woman as he’d ever met. And this was from a man who’d been engaged twice. Wow, that was a deflating thought.

  Her head tilted. “You okay, cowboy?”

  “I am.” He shook it off, put on a happy face. No sense inviting trouble.

  “Good. No worrying when I’m right here enjoying you.”

  “No, ma’am.” Impulsively, he went to stand between her legs, licking syrup off her upper lip.

  She reached up for him, his sleeves falling down around her arms. Addie felt like heaven, all soft skin and curves, pressing against him.

  Her tongue slid against his and she tasted like maple and cream with a hint of apple.

  Delicious.

  Bodie went after more of the flavor, rubbing closer, feeling his shirt from the outside instead of the inside for a change. The tails of it tickled his knees, her belly soft against his prick. She hugged him to her, her breasts pushing at the buttons, spilling out a little.

  Damn, was she for real?

  He nipped at her lips, while both of them slow danced, right there. The taste of her just drove him crazy, and he was revved up again in no time.

  She reached down, cupped his balls one more time. “Ready to play again, cowboy?”

  Bodie went up on tiptoe, his breath coming in hard. “Hell, yes.”

  “Excellent.” She winked for him, and led him back to his bed, just like that.

  Chapter Two

  Addie woke up, at dawn, and padded to the bathroom. She was sore in the most pleasant way. Bodie had turned her inside out, made her half-crazy with need and then took care of her.

  It was amazing.

  She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket of her jeans, texted Maddie, who should be up and feeding animals. “Am fine. Met a cowboy. OMG. O. M. G.”

  “Slut,” was what Maddie sent back. “You date Yankees.”

  “Never again. SO good.” She combed her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth with her finger in case Bodie wanted a good morning kiss.

  “Good on you, girl.” Maddie was always happy for her, no matter what.

  “Nods. Late lunch? Dos Hermanos?”

  The text came back so fast it left skid marks. “Yes. Please.”

  “I’ll call. Love u.” She put her phone back and headed back to the bed, to the mussed cover and the cowboy sleeping there. She slid in, one hand rubbing along Bodie’s side.

  “Mmm.” Bodie had a rough morning voice, but he didn’t sound grumpy at all. “Hey, honey.”

  “Morning. It’s still raining outside.”

  “Is it? Then feeding can wait a little. Or I’ll call the boys, see if they want some work later.” His hand slid up along her thigh.

  “Mmm hmm.” She scooted closer. “I’ll help. I’m totally helpful.”

  Totally.

  “Are you? I’ll even feed you.” He was so warm against her. So muscled and furry.

  “It’s a deal.” She leaned in, nuzzled his ear.

  “Good.” He slipped his hand between her legs, just like that, touching her intimately.

  “Oh.” She moaned at the tiny jolt of electricity that shot through her belly, her tongue flicking out. “Hello.”

  “Morning. Seems silly to waste the rain, huh?”

  “Absolutely.” What had he said? She just couldn’t concentrate with his fingers working her clit. She giggled. That should be on a t-shirt.

  “You laughing at me, woman?” He tweaked her and she arched, body begging for another touch.

  “You know it.”

  “Well, I like a girl who can laugh in bed.” Bodie kissed her chin. “When she’s not pointing at anything, anyway.”

  “Oh, cowboy, that’s the finest bit of rope I’ve ever had. I’m not laughing at that.”

  “That’s comforting.” He hummed, pushing two fingers inside her where she was wet and ready.

  Her eyelids got heavy, and her chin dropped, lips parting as he stretched her. She squeezed her thighs around his hand, her belly fluttering hard. God he had good hands, and he knew how to put them to good use.

  She rocked down, riding Bodie’s fingers, the sensation making her mouth dry. The way he touched her made her feel like no one else ever had, and she was pretty sure she was addicted already.

  “Love how soft you are,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her clit.

  “Bodie.” Oh, right there.

  Right. There.

  “Uh-huh. I can feel how you like that, Addie. Like warm honey.” He did it again and again, making her thrash.

  He was sliding down, mouth on her nipples, stubble feeling just right on her skin. The scratch and burn of it had her jumping a bit, her legs falling open. Bodie made a happy, hungry sound, groaning as he licked and lapped his way down her stomach. He was an oral man, that was for sure. He nipped at the crease between her hip and thigh.

  Oh. Her legs spread, hips rolling as easy as could be. He made her a little dizzy.

  “Mmm.” He turned his head just a few inches and lapped at her, his tongue pushing between her folds.

  Addie cried out, head tossing on Bodie’s pillows.

  He held her hips and tortured her with his mouth, his breath falling on her, heating her even more. Bodie was like a machine, never letting up.

  “Bodie. Oh, man. Just like that.” She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t into it.

  Of course, maybe he could tell, because he had started working her with his fingers again, too, really giving it to her.

  She sat up on her elbows a little, driving herself down. That gave her more friction, gave her the feeling of his fingers deep inside her as his lips closed around her clit.

  Addie threw her head back, her orgasm fluttering through her, shaking her to her toes. Bodie stayed with her until her aftershocks faded, his mouth on her sensitive inner thigh.

  She licked her lips, moaned softly. “Damn.”

  “Mmm hmm. You taste amazing.”

  That made her blush, made her duck her head. “Listen to you.”

  “Just the truth, honey.” He humped up against her, smiling, his blue eyes hot, full of need.

  She reached down, took him in her fingers, measuring him from base to tip, letting her palm rub about the head. His body went stiff, his breath coming in on a sharp sound. His cock jumped against her palm, hot as anything.

  “Addie.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She leaned up, lips brushed his collarbone as she swirled her hand again.

  He just pushed into her hand, really let her feel his need. Bodie’s skin felt like velvet fire.

  She nuzzled in, licking and biting the tiniest bit at his shoulder, his throat. She liked the way he tasted, too, his skin salty but not offensive. Oh. She could taste all sorts of things. Addie headed south, hand still working as she did.

  “Unh.” Bodie made this amazing noise when she reached his stomach, his muscles sucking in, the anticipation clear.

  “Mmm-hmm.” She rubbed her cheek against his belly, letting her chin nudge the tip of his cock.

  “Oh, honey. Don’t tease a man, now.” He lifted his hips, the request about as obvious as could be.

  “Not my style.” She turned, lips sliding over the broad head of his prick as her tongue slipped across the slit.

  “No. No, you’ve been upfront. I like it.” He sounded like he was strangling a little. God, it was cute.

  She lapped gently, rolling his balls with her fingers. His sac drew up, which was fascinating, and his cock jumped, his blood rushing through his veins. He made her ache, and she started sucking, working him, swallowing around his prick.

  He groaned for her, petting her hair, pretty damned gently for someone as desperate as he was. His voice fell down around her, too, soft and low, telling her how good it was, how good she was.

  Addie worked a little harder, tongue pushing along the underside of his shaft, pulling the darker cries out of him. She could tell it had been a while since a girl had done this for him, loved
on him. It felt good to give him pleasure, and she was feeling pretty mellow from her orgasm. She could do this all morning.

  She slowed down, humming around the man’s cock.

  “Addie.” His fingers tangled in her hair now, not enough to tug or hurt, but enough to let her know she needed to get with the program.

  “Mmm-hmm.” She went all the way down to the root, swallowing, tightening her lips for the long pull up.

  “Damn.” Bodie rolled up a little, almost squishing her.

  She glanced up, then did it again.

  “Cruisin’ for a bruisin’, you are.” His laugh was husky, needy. Perfect.

  She swirled her tongue around his cockhead, playing happily. His legs spread, his heels digging into the bed, and man, he was so ready. She could feel it in the way his muscles shook. It didn’t take but a tug to the heavy ballsac, and he was grunting, filling her lips with salt, moaning her name. Hot, musky, utterly male; she liked the way he tasted, too.

  She rested her head on his belly, both of them breathing hard.

  His fingers danced on the back of her neck. “Be careful, honey. A man could get used to this.”

  “Mmm. I’m not in a hurry, cowboy.” She didn’t have any plans, not yet.

  “Good. Still raining, huh? Feeding can wait while we have a tiny nap and some breakfast.” She could hear it in his voice. Reality would come back sooner rather than later.

  For right now, though, neither of them was in any hurry.

  She’d take it.

  Chapter Three

  Bodie swung the last bale up into the back of his truck and glanced across the bed of it at his brother, Tyson. Little shit was looking pretty grown up for the baby of the family. Pretty good, too. The girls were noticing, wiggling and giggling as they passed by the feed store.

  “Thanks for helping me load up, man.”

  “You know it.” Ty was home on leave for four whole weeks, and Momma was beside herself. Her baby boy soldier, back from the desert.

  “How’s it going at the house?” Bodie loved his folks, but he didn’t go over much. Now that Lyla had moved back in with her two year old, it was like a circus.

  “Loud. Real loud. The baby is pretty cool, though. He poops a lot.”

  “Does he?” Bodie wrinkled his nose. Still, his traitorous male mind wandered to how good Addie would look with a baby. Which was stupid, because one night of nookie did not a relationship make. And he was pretty sucky at relationships, or at least keeping them alive.

  Literally.

  “Yeah, and Lyla cries a lot. Momma says she hopes Art comes back for her.”

  “Well, if he does, he’d better be ready to take his licks.” Bodie didn’t dislike his sister’s man, he just didn’t think it was right to run off wild-cattin’ in the Gulf when you had a brand new baby around.

  “Whatever. I’m just glad I live with guys.”

  “Yeah?” Seeing an opening to rib his brother, Bodie raised a brow. “You queer?”

  Ty flipped him off, the act lazy. “Life would be easier if I was. No worrying about oops babies.”

  “Wrap it up. Don’t make her do all the work.” He knew Ty didn’t want advice, but he had some just from recent experience. The thought of Addie made him smile.

  “I know that. I watched the movies in Basic.” Ty winked over, grinned. “You finally getting laid again?”

  “Who, me?” He winked. “I had a good one a few nights back, yeah.” That was about all the kiss and tell he was up for, but what the hell? He felt good, and he didn’t care who knew.

  Speaking of good nights, who walked out of the feed store but Maddie Granger, a fifty-pound bag of sweet feed draped across her shoulders. Addie’s sister, and didn’t that make him stumble over his own feet.

  “Here, Maddie,” he said. “Let me help.”

  “Hey, Bodie!” She offered him a grin and one end of the feed sack. “Thanks, man. You’re a gentleman and a scholar.”

  He couldn’t believe that this strong, blonde, Amazon of a woman was the twin of tiny, curvy little Addie. One of them had to take after Chris and the other Brandt, but he wasn’t even sure that was possible, separate turkey basters or not.

  “No problem.” He helped her load up, grinning when her end flew higher than his. “Anything else?”

  “Nah. I’m fixin’ to head into town and get Lucy’s fried chicken for home.”

  “Yeah?” He went for real casual. “Your sister still in town?”

  “If you’d called her, you’d know she was.” Those chocolate brown eyes were just laughing at him. “She’s home for good. That last assignment was too scary for all of us, so she’s working from here.”

  Tyson looked back and forth between them, a grin dawning. “Oh, man. I thought you were dating Maddie for a minute, which, wow, okay. But it’s Addie, huh? I always liked her.”

  Maddie looked at his baby brother like a mare looking at a green cowboy with a bridle. “Don’t worry, kid. The big bad cowgirl isn’t going to seduce your brother. Don’t you have a teenager to chase like a puppy?”

  Ty flushed about eighty shades of red and ducked his head. Bodie just chuckled. “How did I not know you had a sister?”

  “She, uh, had a little issue with public school. They ended up sending her to a private arts school in Dallas, then she went off to California for college. Me, I stayed home and went to Tarleton State.” Maddie shrugged. “Daddy Chris says she’s just got traveling feet like him. I’m more the nail-my-feet-to-the-ground type.”

  “You are settled in your bones, I’ll give you that.” Shit, like Maddie Grainger didn’t live on the road a hundred days out of a year. He gave Ty a hard glare when his brother snorted. “You think it would be okay? If I called?”

  “I think she’s been making sure her phone is charged and close.”

  “Oh.” Now it was time for his cheeks to heat. “Well, all right, then.”

  Maddie chuckled. “I happen to know that she isn’t fond of Lucy’s fried chicken.”

  “You’re a gem, Maddie. Thanks.” He’d call her as soon as he sent Ty on his way.

  She winked at him, waved, and hopped up in her truck. He turned to his truck, Ty standing there with his teeth in his mouth.

  “Oh, stop it.” He assumed it was about him and Addie, but who knew? Ty might have a thing for Maddie. He sure was acting like a boy who pulled a girl’s pigtails at school.

  “Stop what?” Ty’s eyes rolled. “Did you see her ass?”

  “She’s too old for you. Right?” He sure hoped Addie was more his age than Ty’s.

  “Uh-huh. Absolutely. Not as old as you, though.”

  “Then you just quit it. You good to go? I know you wanted to go to Miss Lee’s and look at boots.”

  “I’m ready.” Ty’s eyes watched that big red duallie leave the parking lot.

  “Ty.” He tried not to snap. “You told me you were meeting friends. Can you get a ride with them?”

  “I. What? Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

  “Cool.” He felt a tiny pang of guilt, because who knew how much time he’d get to spend with Ty while he was home, but damn. Addie was on his mind. “Call if you need me, though, okay?”

  “Uh-huh. You’re going to get laid. It’s good for you; you don’t want your balls to fall off.”

  “Asshole.” He flipped Ty off and hopped into the truck. If he didn’t have to drop Ty off at Mom and Dad’s, he could swing by and pick Addie up. If she answered his call.

  Ty waved, already on his phone, talking away. Asshole. Bodie thought he was actually going to grow up to be a solid man.

  He flipped his hands free button, glad Ty wasn’t there to note that he’d put Addie on a voice tag. That might be a wee bit presumptuous. “Call Addie.”

  The phone only rang once, though, before that teasing voice sounded. “Hey, Cowboy. What’s up?”

  “Hey, lady. I hear you don’t like Lucy’s chicken.” Was that too forward? Shit, he knew she liked direct, but she hadn’t called, so ther
e was still a girl in there.

  “Did you now?” Her laugh rang out. “It must be Maddie’s night for supper. You see her at the feed store or the Wal-Mart?”

  “Feed store. How do you feel about hot dogs and hamburgers?” He could grill. She could actually see his place in the daylight, maybe.

  “I am a fan. I’m even willing to bring beer and cake.”

  “I like that. You know how to get to my place?” He’d driven her back to her car after they fed the animals the other morning, and it had been raining cats and dogs. “I have to run by the store and get mustard.”

  “I do. What time?”

  “Gimme forty-five minutes.” Bodie needed to pick up condoms, too.

  “I’ll be there, cupcakes in tow.”

  “See you in a bit.” He had to make sure the phone was off when he whooped for pure joy. Might be embarrassing if she heard that.

  He got rubbers and hamburger buns, mustard and ice, and two new lawn chairs. That way they could sit out in the back and not worry about dry rotted straps and dirty butts. If he was lucky, she’d bring good beer. Oh. Cooler. A cooler would work. And ice cream. He loved him some ice cream. Cupcakes were good, though.

  Still, he could lick ice cream off her nipples and listen to her moan. Oh. Down boy. That was putting the cart before the horse. Horses. He ought to offload that feed, too.

  He pushed through the checkout line and headed home, getting the groceries in before she showed in her red Charger. It suited her to the ground. He met her out in the yard.

  “Hey, honey.”

  She stepped out in the tiniest pair of Daisy Dukes he’d ever seen, a light blue halter top that showed off the dusting of freckles on her shoulders, and her amazing hair up in a ponytail. She looked like the perfect summer day, like he wanted to dive right in.

  “I brought Shiners and chocolate cupcakes.”

  “Beer and chocolate for the win.” He stepped up and kissed her mouth, figuring it was no time for him to be shy. He’d kissed lots more intimate parts of her.

  She pressed right against him, soft and warm and womanly. She smelled like shampoo and hay, which made him smile against her mouth.

  “Good to see you too, cowboy. So glad you called.”