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Scooting closer, she starts unbuckling my belt. “You give good head. Bet I give better.”

“Brat.” I look at her.

She looks back. Unzips my fly and reaches inside my jeans. “I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

I nearly jump out the window when she wraps her handaround me and gives me a slow, hard tug through my briefs. She circles her thumb over my head, and I feel my underwear go damp as I start to leak.

My balls are in agony.

Still, I drive slowly. I don’t want to lose control. I want to enjoy every minute of my time with Mollie.

Up until this point, life’s been about survival. It had to be when I was in the trenches after my parents died. But now that my brothers are grown and the ranch is thriving, I see that maybe being in survival mode is a choice I’ve made.

Which means I can choose a different way of living.

What about Rivers Ranch, though?My plans for my family’s land were destroyed when Mollie inherited Lucky Ranch. I still don’t know how to fix that. What our next step should be. Which means it’s a bad time to be reckless. To choose freedom over safety.

Then again, I thought if I played by the rules and did everything right, life would work out. What a crock of shit that’s turned out to be. If anything, losing out to Mollie is teaching me I don’t have much control over what does and doesn’t happen. And if that’s the case…

Why not have a little fun?

Why not try something new, whether it’s road head or the idea of starting a life of my own?

I watch Mollie tuck stray strands of hair out of her face. Then she pulls my dick through the gap in my briefs. Gives me another tug, this one harder, faster, my whole body clenching.

She looks me in the eye. Smirks and says, “Eyes on the road. Don’t kill us.”

Goddamn, girl, you’re the one killing me.

One hand on the wheel, I put the other on the back of her head. “Little less talkin’, honey.”

“I hate being told what to do.”

“Then you’re gonna hate me.”

I push her head down, her shoulders shaking with laughter. I’m being lewd, obscene even, handling her this way. But Mollie doesn’t seem to mind. I see stars when she opens her mouth and licks my tip, lapping up my pre-cum with eager strokes of her tongue.

“Aw,honey,” I groan.

Thank God the road is empty. God bless Texas and her wide-open spaces.

Mollie sucks my head into her mouth. I slam the heel of my hand against the wheel.

She sucks harder. Takes me deeper.

My head falls back against the headrest as heat rips through my bloodstream. Heaviness gathers between my legs as Mollie bobs her head, her hand tugging my shaft in time to her movements.

“You suck my dick like you love it,” I breathe. “I love watchin’ you like this, honey. You’re beautiful. You’re fucking?—”

She takes me deep. My head hits the back of her throat, and my hips jerk.

“You got me so fucking keyed up. I’m not gonna last long. Look at me.”

But Mollie, being Mollie, doesn’t listen. She bobs up, down.

So I grab her chin. “Look at me.”

Her brown eyes gleam in the light of the dash when they meet mine. She turns her head a little so my dick slips out from between her lips. “You came in my mouth, I wanna come in yours. If that’s gonna be a problem, stop now.”