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A burly-looking guy came to the side of our little face-off, baseball bat in hand. “Right, boys. If this needs to escalate, it goes outside. Do not set foot in my bar again, Ethan Sanderson.” He waved the bat at Logan next. “You’re banned from here for the—”

“Next week. I know, Barney, I know.” Logan rolled his eyes, before leaving the bar.

The burly man looked at Ryder and me next. “I don’t want to be a pain, you two.” He gestured at the door Logan just left through. “But maybe it’s best if you leave.” We nodded in unison and a moment later he tugged me toward the door. I shot Kenzie a quick smile and waved before he pulled me out into the fresh air.

We were barely a few feet down the sidewalk before he pinned me against the wall. Hands on either side of my head, he stared at me intently before crushing his lips to mine. Instantly, I responded, wrapping my hands in his hair. His hips pressed against me, and I once again felt how hard he was.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless. “That was hot as hell,” he panted. “You feel what it’s done to me? What you do to me?”

“Well, cowboy. Don’t just stand there. Take me home.” I smirked, ducking out from under his arm and walking toward where his truck was waiting.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, scooping me up and jogging to the truck. “The sooner I get you home and under me, the better.” I giggled as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket.

Quickly, I was deposited in the truck, and we were gunning it down the darkened street toward home. A thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but smile. Looking over at Ryder, I saw him smiling at me as we slowed for a stoplight. “Woman, I’m going to have you moaning so hard when we get back to the house.”

Resting my hand on his thigh, I squeezed and asked, “Where’s your flashy buckle?”

With one hand on the steering wheel, he raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Big buckles are for those that need to draw attention, or idiot city boys out for a weekend trying to look the part.” His other hand landed on mine and squeezed. “Usually they don’t have the goods.”

“The goods?” I smiled, digging my nails into this thigh through his jeans. “You have them, I suppose.”

His focus left the road for a moment as we turned onto the road to home and landed on me. The smile he gave me was damn near devilish. “Put it this way, I don’t need any buckle.” Shifting in his seat a little, he continued, “The moment I get you home, you’re going to find out exactly why.”

His words snapped the last of my self-control. “Why wait until home?” I smiled. My hand moved higher, caressing him through his jeans.

He exhaled heavily in response to my touch. “Sin.” He growled as I started working his belt open.

“Sin?” I asked curiously, having never heard him call me that before. But my hands didn’t slow.

“You’ve a body and mind built for sin, and damn if your name isn’t so close to it, it should have been a sign.” Finally, the belt came free, and I unzipped his jeans, tucking my hand into them to find him hard and ready.

He hissed between his teeth at the sensation of skin on skin. I wrapped my hand around his cock, unable to connect my fingers and thumb around his girth. As I began to stroke him up and down, I became aware of just how large he was.

He was right. He didn’t need a buckle at all. Not when he had this hidden beneath his jeans. My mouth began to water, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Unclipping my seatbelt, I scooted over a little closer, and bent over, licking my lips before wrapping them around the head of his cock.

The taste of saltiness from his pre-cum fanned the fire already burning within me. Flicking my tongue around his crown heated my blood, and I slowly began to bob, all the while working my hand around his shaft.

I heard something connecting with the steering wheel. “Christ, woman, your mouth is incredible.” He raised his hips to meet my lips. “And to hear that sassy mouth of yours as it sucks me. You’re definitely not going to be able to walk later.”

I smiled as much as I could before continuing loving his cock as much as I could. I continuously changed up my ministrations from sucking, to licking, nibbling, and even sheathing my teeth with my lips to graze him.

I went down on him once again and gagged as I tried to take him the whole way. I was still a good inch from the base, so I changed the angle of my head and swallowed this time as I bobbed down. My lips finally met the base. “God. Sin, you’ll undo me, if you keep going like that, I’m going to pull this truck over and have my way with you on the side of the road for everyone to see.” He groaned. “Would you like that, darlin’? You want me to claim you where all the world will see?”

The sound of the tires on gravel disappeared as the car came to a stop and I felt his hand in my hair. I felt a slight tug as he collected a fist full and began to control my movements. “I’m going to come down your pretty little throat.” I bobbed again. “If you don’t want that, tap my leg twice.”

I didn’t move my hand at all, except to steady myself on his thighs as he took complete control of me. Needing to taste him, I swallowed as we worked him together. Wanting to bring him to completion just like he had done to me twice before.

“I’m close, Sin. I’m gonna come so goddamn hard.” Sheathing my teeth, I dragged my way up his entire shaft. “Fuck!” he groaned again. His hips jerked upwards, just as a stream of his hot release hit the back of my tongue. I began to swallow as spurt after spurt continued to erupt in my mouth.

When the final pulse hit my tongue, I swallowed again, training my eyes on his while I licked his head clean before kissing the tip. Once I was done, I sat up, looking at him as I swiped my thumb along my bottom lip. “Delicious,” I whispered.

The look he sent me was one of pure challenge and male satisfaction.