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  “Good. I want you to make me come.”

  “I do, too.” He wanted that more than his next breath right now.

  He pulled up in front of the house, threw the truck into park and grabbed her. He didn’t want to bend her spine on the steering wheel, but he needed a kiss.

  She slipped right into his lap, fingers framing his face.

  “Hey, honey.” He kissed her, his hand behind her head, his lips searching out hers.

  Her hair curtained him, the scent like peaches and sex. She was so soft, her breasts brushing his chest, nipples teasing him, through both their shirts. He lifted one hand to press against her breast, pushing up under it. His cock battered against his zipper, almost painful.

  She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as their tongues tangled, both of them groaning.

  He pulled her up closer, his free hand under her curvy ass, so he could rub up on her a little, touch her. She was hot for him, moaning into his lips, and he gave thanks, that she was so easy to forgive, to trust him.

  They rocked together, and Bodie tried hard to get his damned clothes open, to get to her, too. The space was just too small.

  “Does the seat go back?” She tugged at his shirt.

  “Oh, smart girl.” Yes. He let the seat back as far as it would go, and bingo, they had room to move.

  She was stretched out over him, now, snuggled right against him. “Better.”

  “Much, much better.” He was able to get her jeans undone and slid them down her thighs, giving him access.

  She was soft and silky smooth, slick for him, and he loved how his fingers made her lips part. The scent of her teased him unmercifully, the feel of her against him making him so damned hard.

  He made himself focus on touching her, on making those little moans get louder, wilder. His fingers rubbed circles around her clit before pressing it, giving her some good friction.

  “Cowboy.” She arched, rubbing down, moaning for him, sweet and low.

  “So hot and wet for me, honey. I want you so bad.”

  “Right here. Fuck, Bodie, I’m on fire for you. Don’t stop.”

  “No stopping. Promise.” He was like a freight train. Not even slowing down.

  She drenched his fingers, hips moving faster as she rode him, wild as a bronc. He wanted inside her, wanted to get his cock in there.

  “Please.” Her lips opened, breasts bouncing as she moved up and down.

  “Just let me…” He had the devil’s own time getting his cock out, getting it covered, but once he did it was nothing to push into her body. She lifted her torso up, slammed her ass back, abs tight and hard as she rolled.

  His mouth opened up, but no sound came out. So he kissed her instead of talking, because that seemed like the best damned thing to do.

  The springs on his truck were singing, the Ford bouncing. They were cooking with oil, his cock spreading her, stretching her, and she was so wet around him, so good.

  “Fuck. Fuck, cowboy. Damn.” She leaned down, pressed their lips together.

  He was afraid he was leaving bruises on her ass, but he couldn’t stop himself. All he could do was pull her down harder, moving her on his prick. God, he’d never needed anyone like this, never needed to get lost in a woman so badly.

  His balls drew up tight and hard, hugging the base of his prick, and he pried one hand off her butt to pinch at her nipples. She needed to be right there with him.

  “Cowboy. Bodie. Again.” Her eyes went wide, lips parting.

  “Honey. Oh, Addie.” He felt her orgasm, rippling and jerking around his dick, sweet as Tupelo honey and ten times as necessary. He grunted, his body losing all grace and rhythm, and he bucked under her, coming just seconds after she finished.

  “Yum.” Her grin was slow, lazy, and naughty as fuck. He loved the look of well-fucked on her face.

  “That’s one way to put it, honey.” He kissed that slightly bruised mouth, licking at her lower lip. “So, which room are we trying first?”

  “What do you think? Dining table or washing machine?”

  “I hear the washing machine would be good for you. Not sure how I would fare.” Laughing with her made his belly warm, made him want to hold onto her.

  “It would probably jostle your balls.” Wicked girl.

  “I might like that. You never know.” Bodie tried to pull himself together enough to move. “I don’t think anyone has ever talked about my balls like you do.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She reached down behind her, tickled the body parts in question.

  “Uhn.” His toes curled up, his body jerking a little. He was not sure he could go again so soon, but his cock was making a valiant effort.

  “Come on, cowboy. Let’s go have some cherry pie.”

  “Sounds good.” They untangled and got shit straightened out before they headed inside. Her hair was a lost cause, but he liked the wild look.

  She looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet. Come to think of it, she had been ridden hard. He liked the idea of keeping it that way. One hand dragged over her backside, and she looked back at him over one shoulder, smiled.

  Damn.

  Damn, girl.

  He was fucked, ten ways to Sunday. No doubt about it. Maybe this was the girl who would break his spell of bad luck. Bodie figured it bore thinking about, thought maybe he ought to stop having those knee-jerk reactions about not settling down.

  “You coming, cowboy?” she called and he got moving.

  Thinking could wait.

  * * * *

  Addie licked the syrup off Bodie’s lips, humming softly. “Have a good day, cowboy. I promised Maddie I’d go exercise horses with her today.”

  “You ride?” He didn’t look surprised as much as tickled.

  “I do. I love it. I don’t race, but I love to ride.”

  “Cool. You’ll be able to help me ride fence and gather steers.” He kissed her again before lifting her off his lap and patting her butt. “Say hey to Maddie for me.”

  “I will.” She gave him a smile, loving how that sounded like he was making plans. “So, you taking me home or you going to make me steal a four-wheeler?”

  “Oh!” He scrambled to his feet, cheeks hot as sunburn. “Shit, honey. I forgot I rode you here. Gave you a ride, I mean.” His face was going to burst into flames, she figured.

  She cackled. “No, cowboy. I rode you. In the truck. On the table. On the bathroom sink.”

  “On the washing machine.” He chuckled, finally calming down. “Come on, honey.”

  “Uh-huh.” She winked. “You better be careful today; your balls are probably sore.”

  Lord, he was cute when he blinked at her like that. He pretty much did it every time she mentioned his balls. He just laughed then, and scooped her up and headed for the door. “Did you have a purse?”

  “I think I left it in the truck.” She couldn’t stop cackling, her legs kicking a little, just for fun.

  “Well, that’s good.” He deposited her in the passenger side of his truck. “Yes? No?”

  “Yes. Still there. With phone.” She picked it up, one eyebrow lifting as she saw eighty-four missed texts.

  Eighty-four. Shit, marthy.

  “Sister, I’m at the Sheriff’s.”

  “Addie, I need you to come, there was a fight.”

  “This boy is trouble.”

  “Big trouble.”

  “Baby, where is your car?”

  “Addison Danielle, where the hell are you?”

  “Something wrong?” Bodie asked when he slid into the driver’s seat.

  “Uh. Looks like Maddie and Ty had…fun.” She showed him the phone. “Like sheriff-quality fun.”

  Wow. And also, whoa. Possibly damn. Maddie was the good one. What the heck had she gotten up to?

  “You need to call her, make sure she, uh, got home?”

  “I’d better.” She chuckled, shook her head. Christ. She punched Maddie’s name, listening to it ring.

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sp; “What?”

  Oh, ow. Maddie sounded like shit. “Just got your messages.”

  “Well, that’s nice. Too late to help. Aren’t you supposed to know when I’m in trouble?”

  “I was…” Fucking on a washing machine. “…busy. Besides, it couldn’t have been too bad or I would have known.”

  She knew that, bone deep.

  “Oh, this was bad. Bad news. You tell that man of yours his brother is dangerous.”

  “Did you have fun, at least?”

  Maddie snorted. “We had a fucking blast, up until we started fighting with Junior Parker and his little band of wannabe bikers.”

  Oh, lord. Junior Parker was a toothless wonder who would fight with fish if he went swimming. “You should know better.”

  “Tell me about it. There were some rough words thrown around and then bang, somebody hit me, and Ty went nuts, then the blue lights brought Barney.”

  Damn it. “Are you hurt?”

  “Define hurt.” Maddie chuckled. “My pride, mainly.”

  “Is Ty still there?”

  “No. He slept on the dads’ couch. They took him home this morning.”

  Oh, damn.

  “Is Ty okay?” Bodie asked, poking her thigh.

  She nodded. “Dad took him home this morning. There was a fight.”

  Bodie rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, so she turned back to hers. “Anyway, Junior has two fewer teeth and Ty has a black eye and—”

  “You? Tell me you don’t have bruises.” Daddy Chris would beat Junior half to death.

  Maddie laughed, the sound happy and raucous. “Split lip.”

  “Oh, man.” Junior’d better head south for a few months. “Blood?”

  “Little.”

  Maybe a year.

  They turned off on the dads’ road, the gate open, which meant someone had already gone into town. Ty maybe. The cattle guard felt rough as a cob. Maybe she was a little sensitive, too. “I’m almost there. Can’t wait to taunt you in person.”

  “Bitch. I’ve made coffee.”

  “I had waffles.” Let Mads be jealous of that.

  “I have pancakes and bacon. You can have second breakfast.”

  “You made pancakes?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Oh.” Well, damn. Maddie was so much better than the dads when it came to cooking.

  “You made her pancakes?” she heard Bodie say. “Well, at least you were a gentleman.”

  Huh. Interesting. “Did you sleep with him?”

  “Did you sleep with her?” Bodie asked, staring at her as they pulled up to the little house she was sharing with Mads.

  “No! I told you he stayed at the dads’ place. He just snuck in and made me breakfast before he left out with Chuck on the way into town.”

  “Oh.” She and Bodie spoke at the same time, then grinned at each other.

  “Well, I’ll be inside in two shakes, Mads.” She hung up at the same time as Bodie, who put the truck in park.

  “Looks like we both have more story to hear.”

  “We do. Thanks for last night, huh? I’m going to be bowlegged.”

  “We’ll have to do it again soon.” He leaned over and kissed her, lingering a long moment.

  “Call me.” She winked, grabbed her purse, and slipped out of the truck.

  “I will. Promise.” Bodie waved as he drove off, and she went in to see Maddie’s split lip.

  “Hey, girl.” She muscled the door, heading for the kitchen, the table, the coffee. “Spill.”

  Maddie looked like she’d been in a barn when the horses were trying to escape a fire. She was black and blue and covered in scrapes. It was hilarious.

  “Well, there was this guy.”

  God, the best stories always started that way.

  Chapter Eight

  Bodie passed his dad the potatoes, ducking the roll that Ty threw at his head. “What? You did end up at John’s office. You should be thankful her dad came and got you. It could have gone on your record.”

  They were having Ty’s going away dinner, and Bodie was still teasing his brother about the wild night he’d had with Addie’s sister.

  “He hit that girl in the face!” Ty looked plumb affronted, which was cute as hell. “Man, she kicked his ass.”

  “Tyson Andrew! Watch your mouth, son.” Momma caught the bite of cut-up chicken little Cal was fixing to throw at his Uncle Lock.

  “Yes, Momma.”

  Bodie smothered his laugh by grabbing the gravy and carefully pouring some on his potatoes. “Junior Parker never was real bright. Still, leads a man to wonder what y’all did to provoke him.”

  “We weren’t doing nothing, man.”

  Momma snorted. “You sound like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum down there.”

  “Like I’ve ever been that young.”

  Mattlock and Cyrus were just babies, compared to him. Hell, compared to Layla and Ty, too. Momma and Daddy must have had a hard-core dry spell from twenty four to sixteen years ago.

  “I heard you two hooligans were playing a game of softball, right there in the parking lot.” Daddy looked way more amused than irked.

  “Did you break out his window or something?” How had he not heard this?

  “No!” Ty grinned, though, slow and wicked. “She’s got one hell of an arm, man.”

  “She’s a stud,” Bodie agreed mildly.

  “You just have a thing for her twin,” Lyla said, arching an eyebrow at him.

  “Woo! Big Brother’s got a girlfriend!” God, fourteen year olds were crude. Bodie just stared Lock down until the kid looked away.

  “They’re a solid set of cowboys.” That was a seal of approval from Daddy. “And that Maddie, she rides like the wind, yes sir.”

  “Bodie’s nuts about her. It’s an amazing thing.” Ty looked like the cat that was hunting the canary.

  Hell, he couldn’t deny it, so he just grinned. His other two brothers just stared between him and Ty like it was a tennis match.

  Daddy hooted, and Momma rolled her eyes. “What is it that she does, honey? I know her sister rides the rodeo.”

  “Photojournalist.” Sometimes he found it a little weird that she didn’t talk about work. “She’s on a sabbatical.”

  “She takes pictures?” Momma’s head tilted. “Like of wars?”

  “I guess?” Shit. He hadn’t thought of that. What she did sounded dangerous.

  “Man, if she’s been where I have, kudos to her.” Ty shook his head. “She’s just a little thing.”

  That she was—hell, she just came to his chest and her butt fit into his hands like…whoa. Not at the dinner table. “She’s fierce, though. I guess she and her sister share that.”

  He still wasn’t sure they could really be twins.

  “I like Maddie well enough.” Momma stared at him. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met Addison in person.”

  Oh, shit, here it came. “No? She’s a neat lady.”

  “I’d like to find that out for myself before the wedding.”

  His eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “Now, Momma.”

  “Well, you’re obviously sleeping with her. I should be able to recognize her in the Wal-Mart.”

  Ty grinned through a mouthful of broccoli. “She looks nothing like Maddie.”

  “I don’t think that helps your momma, son.” Daddy grabbed another roll, then handed the basket to his youngest brother. “Maybe you could get her a button. It could say, ‘Sleeping with Bodie.’”

  “Oh, Bodie’s getting him some!” That was Cy, the little shit.

  Lyla cackled. “You mean you can’t just smell it on her? I bet you could pick her out from that at twenty yards.”

  His hand slapped hard on the table, the crack sharp. “Okay, that’s just nasty, and I won’t have y’all talking shit about my girl.”

  They all stared at him, eyes wide. Then Momma smiled. “Lunch a week from Tuesday when I go in to get my hair done, son. You tell your girl.”

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nbsp; “That’s fine. I’ll see if she’s busy.” He stared Lyla down, then Ty, then Cy and Lock, but they just went back to eating, shoveling in the best mashed potatoes in the history of the Earth.

  His dad just nodded happily and attacked the ambrosia salad. Lord, he loved his family, but they were exhausting.

  Momma stood, winked at him. “You want some more tea while I’m up, baby?”

  “Yeah. Thanks, Momma.”

  Ty got up, too. “I’ll get it, Momma. Anyone else want anything?”

  “Can you get Cal some more milk, y’all?” Lyla handed over the sippy cup.

  “Sure.” Momma and Ty headed to the kitchen, Dad and the boys started talking baseball, and Lyla rolled her eyes, things settling right back into normal.

  He thought Addie would like his family.

  He thought they’d like her too.

  * * * *

  Seriously? Meeting his mom?

  Was she in a mom-meeting place?

  She’d never had a mom. Addie didn’t know what one said to a mom, really. Especially not your not-exactly-a-boyfriend’s mom. She had been supposed to meet Jim’s mom at the rehearsal dinner, which had never happened, so she had no idea what one did.

  Still, Bodie had asked her to come out to lunch Tuesday and she’d agreed. So. Dinner with a mom.

  “Maddie, what should I wear?”

  Maddie was sprawled out on the bed, letting her hair dry, feet up in the air, looking at a Western Wear catalog because she needed more Queen of the Rodeo spangles. “Clothes.”

  “Bitch.”

  “Well, you have three choices.” Maddie wiggled her toes, which were also drying after a coat of bright pink polish. “You can wear your little black Boston dress and be completely overdressed.”

  She flipped Maddie off. “I don’t have any pantyhose, besides, it’s hot.”

  “So, choice two, you dress to please Bodie, and you look like a slut.”

  She grabbed a pillow, popped Mads right in the head.

  “Ow!” Maddie grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside. “Choice three is to just go normal. Maybe cowgirl it up a little with your good boots. She’s a nice lady, but she’s a ranch mom. The most she dresses up is with a peasant blouse.”

  “You think I should wear the sparkly tank top or something with sleeves?”