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“That’s saying something,” I teased.

She ribbed me. “You know, I’m his little girl.”

I nodded, my throat feeling tight still. “I hope I can prove to him that I’ve grown and matured a lot, especially in the last year. I want him to see that I’m here for you in a way I wasn’t capable of then.”

Her fingertips brushed mine, and she squeezed my hand, lifting it to her lips. “He will. It’ll just take time.”

I nodded and stopped as we reached the corral. I lifted my boot on a rung of the fence panel and hung my arms over the top as we looked at the horses.

“Oh my gosh,” Mags said. “You still have Fred?”

I grinned. “He’s an old shit. But he’s real good for the kids to ride.”

She chuckled. “Remember riding horses to the creek and going skinny-dipping?”

Heat flooded my cock at the memory of her naked body before she plunged into the water. “You want me walking around the farm with a hard-on?” I asked, giving her a heated stare.

She swallowed again, and all I could think of was laying a trail of kisses on her thick throat, how it would feel under my hand, the color that would flood her face.

My voice was low as I said, “We should go. I’ll follow you to your house?”

Excitement spread through my body as she nodded.

When it came to Maggie, holding back was so fucking hard. Tonight, if she let me, I’d give her everything I had.

We walked together back to the house, said goodbye to my parents, and then I drove behind her car into town, my cock tight in my pants. I took deep breaths to cool myself down, but when we got to her house, I marched to her car and took her in a kiss right there in the driveway.

Her fingers wound up my back and then tugged in my hair, making me moan.

I angled my head, working my lips down to her neck, and then I rumbled against her ear. “Maggie, if you want me to be a gentleman, I need to leave now. I’ll walk you to your door, and then I’ll turn around and drive home, and fuck myself again until you’re ready for me.” I pulled back, waiting for her answer.

She looked up at me, baby blues pale and wide, her cheeks full of heat. “I don’t want you to go home. But we can’t stay here. Cam will be home this evening.”

My cock twitched at her words, at the throaty sound of her voice. “Baby, don’t tease me.”

She arched an eyebrow, lips lifting to a smirk. “Do I have to beg for it?”

“Fuck no.” I bent, lifting her over my shoulder, and she squealed on the way up.

“Rhett!” she cried, legs dangling. “You’re going to hurt yourself. I’m not light!”

I opened the truck door, putting her inside. “Don’t insult me, baby girl. Or I’ll show you just how much weight I can take directly on my face.”

Her thighs shifted in the seat. “Is that a threat?” she breathed.

My fists clenched the loose fabric of her cotton shirt, pulling her closer to me. “It’s a fucking promise.” I released her shirt and reached for the seatbelt, crossing it over her waist. Then I shut the door, fire still in my veins, my cock begging not to wait.

I went to my side of the truck and pulled out of the driveway, tempted to take her to a field and fuck her till her screams made birds fly from treetops. But I’d waited this long, and there was no way our first time back together was going to be anything less than perfect.

I sped out of town and onto the blacktop, reaching for her thick thigh and grabbing it in my hand. I kept my eyes on the road as I uttered, “These thighs are going to look so fucking good riding my cock tonight.”

She let out a guttural moan.

“Even better when they’re shaking as you’re coming, over, and over, and over again.”

“Rhett,” she whimpered.

I clenched her thigh, fingers sinking into soft flesh. “Wrapped around my waist as I pound into you.”