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  "You're going to waste those shots on your dad's write-up? I had the closest thing to a perfect ride you're probably ever going to see, and if the shots are half as good as the ones you took last year, you could make a pretty penny."

  "Maybe,” she conceded. “But it's not my call. Dad pays for all my gear and all my supplies, so he gets first dibs. And the ones he sent out for me last year didn't get me any attention at all.” She shrugged, reaching up to pluck out the photo and look at it more closely. “I've got more to learn before I'm good enough to get out of this town. But I'm going to do it. Someday."

  Spencer abandoned her knee to tap the photo. “He sent that out and it didn't get any attention? I think you've got all you need to get out of this town. You've got brains and some talent. I didn't even have that much when I set out."

  "Maybe, but I don't think anybody's got as much nerve as you do."

  The pavement gave way to dirt, and he began to catch a glimpse of the glimmering water through the trees. He easily forgot about the town they were leaving behind. Everything was still, the moon above providing the only light besides his headlights. Despite the dim light, he stole glances at her, and the back of his neck itched. The same sort of itch he always got before an event. Anticipation, and excitement, and a little bit of anxiety. Just enough to keep him honest.

  She reached across the seat, her hand resting high on his thigh. It seemed to him she had plenty of nerve.

  "Maybe you just haven't found it yet."

  "It could be I'm using everything I've got on you tonight.” Rebecca's voice was soft, and in spite of the touch connecting them, she watched the sky outside her window. “If you hadn't found me, I planned to ditch the girls and see if I could track you down myself. I figured if nothing else, I needed to tell you how sorry I was for not being upfront with you last year.” Her fingers began to stroke his leg, the tips finding the seam on his inner thigh. “Thanks for not holding it against me."

  Spencer hadn't held any grudges. Getting busted by her cousin and a cop wasn't exactly sexy, but it hadn't been enough to kill his boner. The worst thing to come out of their first meeting was the most painful case of blue balls he ever had in his life. He hoped nothing happened to interrupt them now, because her hand on his thigh, and the fact she would have sought him out, made his groin tight.

  "Don't worry about last year. We'll just have to make up for that rather disappointing finish tonight."

  Moonlight caught her vibrant smile. “The way I see it, neither one of us is going home disappointed tonight."

  As they approached the lake, she guided him off the road and onto a grassy track that brought them closer to the water's edge. Silvery glints reflected off the surface, not a ripple in sight. When he killed the motor, there wasn't a sound to be heard, either. Nothing but the hush of Rebecca's breathing.

  "It's pretty, isn't it?” she murmured.

  "Yeah,” he agreed softly, his gaze fixed on her. “Come on. Let's get some fresh air."

  The sound of the truck doors slamming echoed across the water, but only disturbed the stillness for a moment. He met her at the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. She ignored the hand he offered her and crawled into the bed, grinning over her shoulder as she straightened the thick horse blankets. He returned the grin and lifted himself onto the tailgate.

  "I love this place.” Stretching out on her stomach, Rebecca rested her chin on her hands as she gazed out over the water. “When I finally get out of this town, I'm going to miss this the most."

  Spencer settled beside her on his side, setting his hat on the wheel-well. “You can always visit."

  He watched her watch the water for several seconds, content to trace her body with his eyes. But it wasn't long until he needed to touch her. Unable to keep his hands to himself, he smoothed his palm down her spine to rest on her ass. She turned her head and parted her lips, but he cut off her words with his mouth. She didn't resist his kiss, responding as he deepened the caress. This time, she didn't taste like tequila and lime, but she reminded him of sweet cola and fresh air.

  "I like the way you kiss.” Rolling onto her side, she reached up and touched his mouth. “I thought that the tequila made my head spin, but turns out it was you."

  "I'm sure the cheap tequila had something to do with it.” He took her wrist and kissed the pad of each finger, then pulled her against him again. “I like the way you kiss, too. Like it enough I spent the last year thinking about it."

  "No more thinking then."

  Her breasts were soft where they pressed against his chest, the scoop neckline of her T-shirt revealing the full swells, and he brought his hand up to touch her. When his thumb brushed along the visible point of her nipple, her breathing quickened, to be hushed by the sudden return of her mouth to his.

  Spencer pulled her shirt free from the waistband of her jeans and pushed his hand beneath the material, seeking out her startlingly warm skin. He had tried to keep an ear trained for any possible approach, but he didn't have the energy to focus on anything except her body. The soft texture of her skin, the way her lips gave beneath the firm pressure of his mouth, the faint sounds she made in the back of her throat. The first brush of her fingers against him sent a shock through his system, and he paused long enough to drag her hand to his zipper.

  Rebecca fumbled for a moment with the button on his Levi's, but as soon as she freed it, she dragged the zipper down and reached inside. Spencer groaned at the hot slide of her palm against his cock. It felt better than he'd imagined. He had a strong suspicion the entire night would be better than he'd imagined.

  "Please tell me you brought condoms,” Rebecca panted against his mouth. “Because I really don't want to have to stop and go back to the drug store."

  "In my wallet.” He had been optimistic and made sure he had two tucked inside. “Wasn't going to risk messing this up."

  Spencer unbuttoned her jeans and his fingers immediately went between her legs, seeking out her hot skin. He sighed against her mouth as he buried his fingers between her lips. He rolled her onto her back without moving his hand or breaking the kiss, his knee slipping between her thighs to push them apart.

  Rebecca whimpered when his thumb glanced across her clit, squeezing his cock as if in response. She started to ride his fingers, her legs strong where they tightened around his knee, and her free hand smoothed over his back before settling at the loose waistband of his jeans.

  "Can I see you?” she asked. Spencer pulled back to gaze down at her, at the way her dark hair fanned across the blanket, at her full mouth made more swollen from their kisses. Under his attention, she smiled. “I want to know if you look as good as you feel."

  He pulled his hand away from her reluctantly and straightened to push his pants down his hips to his knees. She watched him unabashedly as he fisted his shaft and stroked it once. His thumb flicked across the head of his cock, spreading the drop of pre-come over his skin, and his balls tightened as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

  "Take off your shirt. I want to see you, too."

  For the first time since meeting her, Spencer saw Rebecca falter. Her hands went to her waist, tugging down the hem of her shirt and then smoothing it over her stomach. “Do I have to?” Her eyes darted around, and she quickly added, “The blanket's itchy."

  He bent at the waist again, bracing himself on one hand as his other hand went to the hem of her shirt. “It's not that itchy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek. “I've been thinking about this for a long time.” His finger snuck beneath the shirt and touched her stomach, then skimmed across her ribs to caress the swell of her breast.

  "So get your wallet out,” she urged. Her hands went to his hips, scratching slightly against the skin as her hot hands sought out his cock again. “Why should we wait any longer?"

  Spencer outlined the edge of her low collar with his lips, then moved lower to catch her nipple with his teeth. He bit gently, sucking on the point through the thin material
of her T-shirt. He knew he'd still be thinking about her when he headed out of town the next morning, and he would like a full mental image of her body, but her hand around his cock drove him to distraction.

  "We shouldn't,” he rasped, kicking his pants down his legs. Once they hooked around his ankles, he pushed them off completely and reached for his wallet.

  While he dug one of the condoms out of his wallet, Rebecca shimmied out of her jeans, pushing her panties down at the same time. She kicked them toward the end of the truck bed and sat up, plucking the packet out of his hands.

  "Let me,” she said, tearing open the foil. Her eyes danced as she pulled out the rubber, but when she gripped the base of his cock to hold it steady to slide it on, she hesitated. “But let's wait just one more minute."

  Spencer groaned in protest, but in the next moment, Rebecca ducked her head, her lips parting as she sucked the tip into her mouth.

  He dropped his head back, staring up at the stars as her tongue swirled around the crown. He wanted her to swallow his cock completely, but he loved the way she sampled him, the way her tongue caressed his sensitive skin. Spencer rested his hand on the back of her head, gently urging her forward. Her mouth slid down his shaft without pause, drawing him deeper and deeper.

  "Oh God, Becca..."

  Her soft sigh fanned around the base of his cock, and with her mouth now holding him steady, she slipped her hand between his thighs. His balls already ached, but the feather touches of her fingertips along the sac had him struggling not to jerk his hips forward.

  "I love the way you say my name, you're the only one I know who calls me Becca."

  Spencer hesitated for a moment. He longed to kiss her again, to push his tongue into her mouth and lower her to the blankets and finally take what he wanted. But her mouth felt amazing, and she used it on his cock with enthusiasm. Like she wanted to blow him as much as he wanted her to—which was rare. At least, in the girls he dated. Most of the time, they acted like they were doing him some great favor.

  He could still smell her arousal on his fingers, and that made the choice for him. He took her by the arm and pulled her into a kiss, his fingers curling into her hair.

  The touch of her hand on his cock again made him shudder. The condom felt cool where it slid down his heated shaft, but Rebecca's hot fingers compensated for that, straying back down to cup his balls when he was completely sheathed. Not once did she break from his mouth. If anything, her kisses grew more demanding.

  As did her hands, once they were free of the condom.

  With surprising strength, Rebecca pushed against his shoulders, forcing Spencer to sit down. She immediately straddled his hips, her wetness rubbing against his length.

  Spencer gripped himself between his thumb and his finger and guided the tip of his cock to her opening. Her dark eyes reflected the moonlight, and he thought they were more beautiful than the stars overhead. He didn't look away as he thrust his hips forward, pushing into her tight heat. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

  "Oh yes, that's it.” She rocked her hips, and he moved with her in shallow strokes. “God, that's it."

  Spencer smoothed his fingers down to cup her luscious ass, and Rebecca caught her lower lip between her teeth, her breasts scraping across his chest with every rapid breath. The new hold drove him deeper into her pussy, and the soft flesh filling his hands made him want more.

  "This...this...oh God, Spence...” She shivered as she matched his fresh thrusts, and her lashes fluttered shut. “I'm so glad you came back this year."

  "So am I,” he grunted. “This place...is my new favorite stop.” The truck began to rock as their bodies came together faster and harder, and each clench of her pussy around his shaft sent shocks through his body. He kept one hand on her ass and cupped her tit with the other, massaging her nipple with his thumb.

  Rebecca buried her face in his neck, her teeth scraping against his skin. Her arms tightened around him, and the tremors wracking through her echoed into his flesh until Spencer didn't know if it was the truck shaking so hard or them. He felt like he was freefalling when she cried out and clamped around his cock.

  Spencer gripped her chin and guided her lips to his, moaning into her mouth as his body clenched and his cock jerked against her walls. Her flesh throbbed against his as he shot into the rubber. They rocked together, but the rhythm gradually slowed, until they were still. She collapsed against his chest, resting her head against his shoulder, and he naturally wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight as his cock slipped out of her.

  Spencer pressed his lips against her temple, her hair tickling his nose. The first thing he did once his breathing returned to normal was inch her shirt over her ribs.

  Rebecca lifted her head, catching his hand at the same time. “What're you doing?"

  "When I think about being with you tonight, and I definitely will, I want to think about all of you.” Spencer kissed the line of her jaw to her ear. “Don't be shy with me, Becca."

  "I'm not...” Her breath was warm on his neck. “I don't exactly look like most of the girls who hang around the rodeo."

  Spencer frowned, doing his best to piece together what she meant. It wasn't easy, because she was still on his lap, and her heat radiated through him. It wouldn't be long until he was hard again.

  "You're hotter than most of them,” he said slowly. “But I don't think that's what you're trying to say."

  Her eyes glowed in the moonlight, and there was an unexpected solemnity in the set of her full mouth. “No,” she agreed. “It's not. But...you think I'm hotter? Even though I'm not a size two?"

  Spencer smiled, comprehension finally dawning. “Becca, darlin', I didn't even notice any of the other girls at the arena, let alone what sizes their jeans were. I put up the best score of my life tonight, and all I really worried about after the ride was finding you so we could finish what we started last year."

  Her intake of breath was audible. Slowly, Rebecca leaned back, separating their torsos, and without taking her eyes off him, grabbed the hem of her shirt. In one, swift motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it onto their pile of their jeans.

  "My bra does up in the back,” she murmured.

  Spencer reached behind her and freed the hooks slowly, never looking away from her face. The straps fell down her arms, and he pulled the soft material away from her as she shrugged it off. It joined the growing pile of clothes, and he finally looked down. He caught his breath, his eyes widening. She looked better than he imagined. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples large and a dark pink, and he just wanted to pull each point into his mouth. He leaned in to kiss one, then the other.

  A small noise escaped her throat. “Okay.” Her hand came up to the back of his neck, her fingers toying with the longer strands of hair. “You win. I was totally silly not to do this earlier."

  "Totally silly,” he agreed, his tongue flicking over her hard flesh. “You didn't plan on going home before morning, did you?"

  "The drug store closes at eleven."

  Spencer smiled against her skin. “I've got a box back at my trailer. We should be covered for the night."

  Her fingers tightened in his hair, forcing him to look up and meet her smiling eyes. “Then I'm not going anywhere. If you promise me one thing."

  "Name it."

  "Skinny-dip with me before we go back to your trailer.” Rebecca deliberately looked down at his still-covered upper body. “If you get to see all of mine, I get to see all of yours."

  "That lake is probably cold as fuck.” He grinned widely. “You're on. We'll just have to find ways to warm each other up afterward."

  She scrambled off his lap and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Spencer jumped out of the back of the truck and offered her his hand as she lowered herself from the tailgate to the ground. Hand in hand, they walked down the beach to the shimmering water. Their fingers slipped apart as he hesitated at the edge, but when sh
e ran into the lake without pause, he could only smile and give chase.

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  CHAPTER 5

  The dark glasses didn't do anything to alleviate the piercing July sun or dull the sharp pain behind Spencer's eyes. Dr. Allan had warned him that he was still recovering from a severe concussion, and his eyes might be sensitive to the light, but Spencer didn't think it had anything to do with his head injury. He had spent the last two weeks trapped in the hospital, most of the time without even a window to let a hint of sunshine into the room. Spencer felt like he had been locked in a fucking cave. He wasn't built for enclosed spaces. He needed to be outside.

  But now that he was outside, Spencer didn't think he could handle it. His head throbbed, even though the drive from the hospital to Rebecca's home was relatively short. Each mile increased the tension around his forehead.

  The pain in his skull wasn't even the worse of it. A deep ache resonated in his shoulder that no painkiller touched, further souring his mood.

  Spencer only vaguely recognized where she drove him. He knew the road she took once they reached Oakley. It took them past the rodeo arena and the post office. It was the same road he took up to the lake—an encounter he barely remembered now. Dr. Allan had assured him the memory loss was only temporary.

  Rebecca pulled to a stop outside a small white house, just off the road that would continue to wind up to the mountains. A pasture stretched behind the house, where two horses sedately grazed. A sharp yelp from inside the house greeted them as Rebecca turned off the engine, and a familiar brown and white face stared at them from the window. Spencer immediately brightened.

  "You've got Jake."

  "Oh, yeah. Me and Jake are best buddies now.” Shaking her head, she pulled the keys out of the ignition. “Except you could've warned me about his addiction to corn nuts. Aaron down at the gas station is starting to think I have a problem."

  Spencer laughed softly. “Did you give him any jerky? My poor dog eats like a cowboy."