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“Maybe we should stay in so I can watch you walk around naked all day?” I’m not even joking.

Her tongue rolls over her puffy lower lip. “I promise to strip as soon as we get back.”

She slides her shirt over her head. “Hell, I’ll even do a little dance if we can save Millie.” She shimmies her waist provocatively as she pulls up her sweats.

No fucking panties.

I’m gonna save that cow if it’s the last thingI do.

Chapter Eighteen

Libby

Cuddling up to himin the truck is different than that night coming home from the bar. This time the nerves aren’t rattling through me while I fight the alcohol, but instead the cozy comfort of knowing we’re both invested.

His palm rests easily on my thigh, a silent claim that lends a warm feeling in my chest.

I like this a lot more than I thought I would.

The sexy bits I knew would be fun, and I completely underestimated how much.

But this? Snuggling up to him while he touches me with a tiny upward tilt to his lips?

Way better than I ever expected.

“So tell me what else is on your list now that we’ve marked a big one off?” He gives my leg a squeeze with a cocky side-eye glance.

How fast should I dive in?

“Oh, you know.” I let my fingers wave idly before weaving them in between his. “Things like traveling to Europe, swimming in an ocean in Australia…trying butt stuff.” I turn to watch his reaction. “Maybe learning what the deal with hand necklaces is?”

His white teeth flash as his grin grows, emboldening me.

“I think it’d be fun—” I can’t resist pulling his arm up closer to my mouth. “—to see if I can make you get off first.” The idea of getting him to lose control makes my belly tight.

I don’t even care that I’m sore. I know it’s fleeting.

Having him buried inside of me makes all the pain go away.

Closing my lips around his index finger, my tongue works around the tip before I suction him deeper.

“Fuck, Lib,” he groans, readjusting himself with his other hand before quickly grabbing the steering wheel. “Keep doing that and you’ll get what you want.”

Why is it such a turn on knowing he wants me so badly?

It makes me want to mess with him even more.

Bummer. We’re at the ranch already.

There’s a part of me that’s already accepted the fact that I’ll never see Millie again. But I’m grateful that Blue is trying to help.

“Mason said he’d be in the shop when I texted him.” Blue climbs out, shifting the bulge in his crotch before opening my door.

“I thought if they were empty you could walk easier?” I smile up at him, making sure to brush his zipper when I hop down.

“You got them full again, baby,” he murmurs against my ear, then holds out his palm.

That has me pausing. “You don’t care that he’ll see?” I know Blue and Mason have been friends since forever.