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  “Spread your legs wider. Let me see your pink pussy lips.” If he made it through this without stroking his cock it would be a fucking miracle. The sweet and spicy scent of her arousal wrapped around him. “Good girl. Now show me what you did last night. Tell me how it feels. What you’re doing.”

  He sat in the chair across from her, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans just in case. Her timid hands slid over her supple thighs toward the juncture. Lingering, she drew circles on her body before her hand made it where they both wanted it to be. In one leisurely stroke, she ran her finger up the cleft between the lips of her sex. “First I teased myself. Rubbed my finger along my lips, spread my juices.”

  “Hell yeah, baby. Keep going. What did you do next?”

  Maggie spread herself with one hand while the other roamed around her feminine core. “I thought about you while I played with my clit.” She rubbed the little bud, squeezed it, flicked it with her fingers, just like he would.

  “Tell me how it feels.” Ty pulled his cock free. He didn’t pump it yet but he would soon.

  “I ache. Touching my … my pussy eases the ache, making me tingle.”

  “Then keep touching. Did you finger yourself last night?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do if for me now. Sink your fingers into your creamy cunt.”

  Still holding herself open with one hand, Maggie used the other to push two fingers inside her. “Oh, God. I’m so wet, Ty.” She thrust her fingers, riding her hand like it was a damn stallion. “This feels so good.”

  Fuck, he had to come too. Ty fisted his dick and started to pump. “You’re fucking beautiful, Maggie. I’m stroking my cock for you. Wishing I was in your pretty pussy.” He would blow any minute. Watching her control her passion the way she did was the most potent aphrodisiac.

  Pink painted fingernails worked her clit while she slammed her fingers in and out of her heat. Her fingers dripped with wetness igniting a growl from deep in his chest. Ty wanted those juices. He wanted to lick them up like a starving man being given his last meal. “I’m on a hair trigger here, Maggie. I need you to come for me. Make yourself come so I can too.”

  His words seemed to push her over the edge. Thrusting her fingers harder, Maggie thrashed while his name tore from her mouth. “Ty!”

  He erupted right along with her.

  *

  “I’ll get everything packed away if you want to get cleaned up a bit. I have some hand soap in the tent.”

  Maggie grabbed the soap and washed her hands and arms in the water. By the time she finished Ty stood next to her waiting for his turn as well. Her hand tingled when she passed him the soap. Jerking back she walked to the picnic spot he set up for them.

  A warm ray of sunshine peaked through the open space between two trees, bathing the blanket Maggie shared with Ty in light. After their masturbation session in her living room, Ty cleaned them both. They finished loading his truck and then left for the day. Since Ty said fishing was best early in the morning, they’d started their day with the poles he brought for both of them in the water.

  “Lunch looks great.” She dished out two plates with chicken, potato salad and fruit.

  “Thanks.” Ty sat down beside her. “I think you look better than any food though.”

  She giggled. @@Damn it##. She didn’t want to giggle. At least not the girlish this-man-is-so-hot-and-always-says-the-right-thing-and-he’s-making-me-fall-for-him giggle. The last thing she needed to do was get attached to him. This was about sex. Maggie needed to remember that. “I think you’re a good flirt.”

  He popped a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth. “I think you like it.”

  Yes, she did. Maybe a little too much. Time to change the subject. “You grew up here, didn’t you?”

  “Yep. Me, my dad, and younger brothers, Ethan and Shane.”

  “Where’s your mom?”

  His eyes turned hard, glaring at her. “Gone.”

  Pain was evident in his reply. “I’m sor—”

  Ty held up a hand. “Don’t be. I’m not. I don’t mean gone as in dead. Not that I know of at least.” He took a bite of his chicken, not elaborating any further.

  “I grew up in Seattle.” When he still didn’t reply she added, “Just in case you’re curious.”

  The scowl slid off his face. He didn’t smile but at least he no longer looked at her like she’d said the wrong thing and should have known it. “What made you move here?”

  “I needed a change. My father and I don’t get along very well and my mom passed away. One day I realized I wasn’t happy and decided to do something about it. I broke up with Peter, packed my stuff and just drove. Along the way I stopped in little towns that I liked, spent a few days there but none of them felt like home. When I saw the sign for Last Chance I just knew this was it for me. My chance.” She left out the part about the journal. He would probably think her crazy.

  A look of sorrow veiled his eyes. “Shit.” He thrust a hand through his hair like he always did when he was frustrated. “Sorry about your mom. I feel like an ass about what I just said.”

  That it would bother him told her what kind of man Ty was. “You didn’t know. Don’t worry about it.”

  “You were brave, leaving everything you know behind to start anew. I respect that.”

  “It’s something I had to do. Both fear and excitement pushed me to make the move. I’d always traveled the safe path until then. Now look at me. I’ve even upgraded to propositioning my neighbors.”

  He grinned and gave her a look that said he should have a pair of devil horns to match. She could read that look on his face. He was horny. He wanted her. Maggie wanted him to but she also enjoyed their conversation, enjoyed talking with him. “Tell me about your brothers.”

  “They’re both a couple of knuckleheads.” Playfulness danced in his eyes.

  “I know there’s more to them than that.”

  Ty leaned back on his elbows. “Well, I’m the oldest. Ethan’s next. He’s the sarcastic one, the one that jokes around so much you never know if he’s serious or not. Shane’s a few years younger. He’s the troublemaker.”

  “Really?”

  “Not bad trouble but he’s the one who likes to test the limits. Shane got caught making out with more girls under the bleachers in high school than Ethan or me combined. He’s the rebel who got caught smoking in the bathroom, sneaking out of the house, that kind of stuff. He’s grown up a lot but he’ll always be a troublemaker at heart.”

  Ty and his brothers held a strong bond. His words were spoken with love and respect. “Do they work with you?”

  “Malone Brothers Construction at your service,” he said with a smile.

  “What about you? Which brother are you?”

  A confused wrinkle creased his brow. “I’m just me.”

  “I think you’re the stable one, aren’t you? The one your brothers can always go to. I’ll even bet you’re the one who started the company and brought Ethan and Shane on board.”

  Ty watched her, his intense eyes holding her. He wasn’t going to answer. His tension rolled off him in waves. Somehow she’d gotten too close.

  “I still can’t believe you out-fished me this morning. I haven’t been out-fished since I was five.”

  The change of subject didn’t surprise her. But then this wasn’t about getting to know one another, no matter how much she wanted to. @@Sex, just sex, Maggie##. “I can’t believe I caught two fish my first time. I bet you’ll catch some after lunch.”

  Ty’s eyes narrowed. “I think you hustled me, woman.”

  “It’s only a hustle if we place a bet.”

  Ty rose to his hands and knees crawling to her like a wild animal stalking prey. As he went he pushed plates and bowls of food to the side. “Did I forget to give you the terms beforehand? I think you’ll like them. For every fish you catch today, you get one orgasm. I’m ready to start my payment right now.”

  Chapter Five

  Ty wanted to show her
how beautiful he thought she was. He’d show her how stupid her ex had been to pass up on such a lush body, on such a passionate sexual being. He wouldn’t be so foolish. He’d worship her body, bestowing pleasure after pleasure, participating in fantasy after fantasy, providing orgasm after orgasm, until she couldn’t take it any more. “Are you ready for your first payment, Maggie?”

  Her breathless, “Yes,” seared him straight through the chest.

  “You’re sure? A boat could pass. Not many people fish from here but it’s always a possibility someone could walk by.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed. “I want you anywhere I can have you, Ty.”

  He tried not to think about her sincere words. Now wasn’t the time to read too much into them. All he wanted to do at this moment was bring her pure bliss. To fuck her until they were both totally and completely sated. “Good answer.” Ty captured her lips. He didn’t take his time but thrust his tongue into the deepest recesses of her mouth. Maggie gave him hers as well, tongue kisses with the same in and out motion as when he fucked her.

  With urgent hands he removed her shirt. Leaning his body into hers, Ty pressed her back until she lay on the ground. Lying on top of her, she’d be covered if anyone passed them by. The flimsy, white material of her bra afforded him a view of her dusky pink areolas. Hell yeah, and a front bra clasp. Easy access. Nipping the hook with his teeth, Ty freed her gorgeous, plump breasts. Grabbing the bowl of fruit, he picked the juiciest piece of watermelon he could find.

  He wanted to play first, to savor the body he’d quickly become addicted to. Her eyes widened like she knew what he had planned for her. Chuckling at his sweet little innocent, he started to outline her areolas with the watermelon. Juice dripped down her breasts, the scent of fruit and arousal clung to the air. Her nipples were his next destination. Ty rubbed the melon on her pebbled peaks.

  Maggie squirmed beneath him. “You like that do you, baby?” His lashed her with his tongue. “Mm, I like it too. You’re delectable. I could eat you up.” Ty circled her nipples with the fruit again before dropping his head, lavishing her tits with his mouth. He sucked up the juice, the melon flavor disappearing with each stroke; he savored Maggie’s distinct taste instead.

  Ty plucked a strawberry from the bowl and leaving it half in, half out of his mouth, he slid the ripe berry over the swell of one breast, dipped into the valley between, and down her belly. Traveling the same path except in reverse, he went back up her belly and over her other mound. Her darkening buds were coated with the succulent nectar of the strawberry. Next, he pushed the strawberry up her chest, in the hollow at the base of her throat, and finally to her mouth, where Maggie bit it from him.

  “Kind of like bread crumbs,” he hissed. “That way I can’t lose my way.” God damn, the woman was beautiful. Pink tinted her cheek, her plump lips red and swollen from his earlier kisses, her hair the same color as the strawberry, fanned out on the blanket. She was ready to be fucked. Ready to orgasm over and over from his touch. How did he get so lucky to be the one who went on this journey with her? The scary part was part of him hoped it wouldn’t end.

  Ty grazed his lips over hers, giving her a short kiss before he suckled her skin, following the route he’d just created with strawberry juice. He took in every inch of her upper body that he could, relishing in the softness of her breasts, her stomach. His hand smoothed down her body until he reached the button on her shorts.

  One flick had the button free so he could push a hand inside. Her pussy beckoned him, lured him with magnetic force. “Push your tits together for me.”

  Maggie’s small hands pressed her breasts together. “I want them both in my face where I can lick and tease them equally.” He did just that while his hand parted the silk folds of her pussy and traced her cleft with his finger. A moan pushed from her lips when he took one nipple between his teeth. “Do you need more? Do you want my fingers inside you, sweet Maggie?”

  “I need you inside me. Any part of you.”

  “Fuck. Me too.” Ty pushed two fingers into her fiery, wet channel. At a frenzied pace, he finger-fucked her, eating at her breasts. With each thrust, each nip, Maggie let out panting gasps.

  “Ty. Oh God. Keep going.”

  He growled in response, not able to put into words his overwhelming need to feel her cream on his fingers. He pushed inside her harder, taking his fingers as deep as they’d go until he felt Maggie let loose beneath him. She screamed as her essence dripped down his fingers.

  *

  “Jesus. I planned to take you slow this time but I can’t.”

  Maggie eyed Tyson while he pulled off his shirt and ripped his pants down his legs. Next her shorts were gone. A condom appeared. She had no idea where it came from but he sheathed himself before she had the chance to see him for the second time. When he pushed his thick cock inside her she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was enjoy his magical thrusts and the satisfaction he gave her.

  “Fuck me fast and hard, Ty. We can go slow next time.”

  He pushed her legs apart, draped them over his muscular shoulders and fucked her, hard and fast, just like she asked. Maggie thrashed, moving against him as he filled her just right, a mix between pleasure and pain because of the width of his shaft. The only thing she felt was the pleasure. His body glistened with perspiration, muscles in his arms constricted, veins sprung to life as a testament to how hard he worked to give her the pleasure her body so desired. Her inner walls began to tighten almost immediately as tingles shot throughout her body.

  “Ty. I can’t take it.”

  “You can. You want to.”

  His pumps came faster, harder until Maggie careened into the orgasm to end all orgasms. Pulse after pulse she milked Ty until he threw his head backwards, letting out a thunderous growl that she swore vibrated the ground beneath her. After one last thrust he eased her legs off his shoulders before collapsing on top of her.

  “If this is the payment I think I’m going to lose bets to you more often.”

  * * * *

  Night had fallen hours before. After they had sex on the blanket, they’d fished some more and explored the woods around them. Ty cooked the fish they caught for dinner, and then Maggie cleaned up the mess. Now, she lay naked, curled up against him in the small two-man tent, the pad of his fingers circling her nipple while he leaned on his elbow, looking down at her.

  Intimate. That’s the only word she could use to explain their day, the only word that explained the way he looked at her right now. The comfortable silence stretched on while he continued to tease her. She never had this with Peter. He never listened to her the way Tyson did, never cared what she wanted, never even asked. This man, who should only be a casual sex partner, did just that.

  She feared she talked to him too much but he assured her he liked hearing her speak, he liked knowing about her life. With each conversation her heart began to swell. File that little acknowledgment in her box of things to think about later.

  “I lost control again and took you like a wild animal. Sorry about that. Next we can make it last, slowly instead of in a frenzy.”

  His concern touched her. “Like I said earlier, I like you any way I can have you, Ty.”

  His finger stopped moving. “Do you know you always call me Tyson unless we’re being intimate? It’s the only time you call me Ty.”

  His words were true. She hadn’t realized it until he just said them. “I don’t know why I do that.”

  “Call me Ty. I think we’re close enough that you can stop calling me Tyson.”

  He pulled her so that she lay on her side up against him. The callused fingers that were just on her breast began the same tantalizing motion on her back. Damn, she wanted to be with him again. She wanted to explore his body like she hadn’t yet been able to do but her weariness won out. All the exercise he’d given her the past couple days finally began catching up with her. “I had a nice day today.”

  The best. He made her laugh, made her think, made her start to
fall for him. She hadn’t expected the man she started to see beneath his hard exterior.

  “Me too, baby.”

  “I’m so tired.” She twisted her fingers in the hair on his chest. “I want you again but I’m not sure I can hold my eyes open.”

  He held her tighter. “Go to sleep. There’s always tomorrow.”

  Maggie let her heavy eyes drift closed. Haziness of sleep quickly washed over her. The warm, male body next to her cuddled her, Ty’s breath whispered next to her ear.

  “You were exactly right earlier, Maggie. Your observations of me are dead on. I am the stable one.” Sleep claimed her before she could reply.

  * * * *

  Ty pulled into his driveway. A motorcycle and a Ford F250 truck sat parked in front of his house. @@Great##. Just who he didn’t need to see right now, Ethan and Shane. Not only would they put a damper on what he hoped would be an afternoon of a little more bed play with Maggie but he also didn’t want them to know about his relationship with his sexy neighbor. He had a foreign protective instinct to keep her as far away from Ethan and Shane as he could.

  He’d never had trouble taking women to his bed but his brothers, they were a different story. They took it to a whole new level. Ty fucked to take the edge off, they treated it as sport. Ethan, with his fun-loving, sarcastic personality drew women like honey did a bee. And Shane, hell, he didn’t know why he drove the women crazy. Of all the brothers, he’d be the hardest to tame. The stereotypical bad boy—he rode the motorcycle, shaved his head and wore an earring in his left ear.

  Ethan and Shane stepped out his front door right as he killed the engine. What a dumb-ass idea it had been to give them a key. He watched as they looked at his truck, each other and then both turned to him and smiled. “Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?” Just the sound of her voice made his loins stir.

  “I’d planned on taking you straight to bed but Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are here.” Ty nodded his head toward the porch. “Come on, maybe I can get rid of them.” They both opened their doors and stepped out. The wave of possessiveness washed over him again making him reach out to grab Maggie’s hand as they walked. He’d catch shit for it later. Right now he didn’t care.