Page 64 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

Kendra walks down her front steps, backpack in hand, legs on display. All that skin flashing in the beam of my headlights.

By the time I put the truck in park, she’s already opening the passenger door.

Instead of chastising her, I reach across, take the backpack from her hands, and set it on the back seat.

She climbs into the seat in silence. And I look.

I look at her shiny hair, hanging down to her shoulders.

I look at the cardigan that can’t hide her nipples.

I look at her lap.

At the outline of her pussy in those fucking shorts.

She shuts her door, and the overhead light turns off. Leaving us in the dark.

I swallow and shift the truck back into drive.