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“Okay.”
He returned to the group, but instead of maintaining the distance Bea had created, he stepped closer, his fingers finding the backs of her thigh, his biceps rubbing against hers.
“Well, I think it’s time for afternoon drinks on the porch,” his mother announced. “Brian and Clay should be home soon, and I have a hankering for a nice chardonnay.” She smiled at Bea. “Would you like a glass?”
Bea was torn. She was curious to meet the man who had Jill utterly smitten and also more than a little curious to meet Austin’s father, but Austin’s thumb was brushing lazily at the point where her thigh met her ass, and desire to be alone with him drummed an even louder beat.
“Umm.” She glanced at Austin. “Do we…have time, or…?”
Their gazes met, and she saw the same desire flaring in Austin’s eyes. He draped his arm around the front of her shoulders, his big forearm a solid weight against her chest, his body hot and hard against her back, her Thursday panties well and truly tangled.
“Sorry, Mom, we have plans that don’t involve chardonnay.”
The smiles on Margaret’s and Jill’s faces left Bea in little doubt that they knew exactly what Austin’s plans were, but it didn’t make Bea blush this time. It made her feel…special.
“Okay, okay.” Jill grinned as she gave Austin’s shoulder a playful pat before turning her attention to Bea. “Have a lovely evening. I hear you’re camping out under the stars, and you’re going to have a gorgeous night for it.”
“Yes,” Margaret agreed. “You haven’t seen stars until you’ve seen Credence stars.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Bea smiled and hoped neither of the women could see that the only stars she was interested in right now were the kind that came with orgasms. Although she suspected they both could.
Hell, she suspected Kong, who was staring straight at her, knew it, too.
“Remember what I said,” Jill pressed. “If you ever want to come out and ride Buffy again, just give me a call. Junior”—she stopped as Austin glowered at her—“sorry, Austin has my number.”
“If you want to come out for any reason,” Margaret added, “we’d love to see you again.”
“Thanks.” Bea nodded. “I might just take you up on that.”
Why not? She was making friends. Why not Margaret and Jill, too? There was something appealing about the warmth between these women. It spoke of affection and fondness and family, and didn’t that open up a thick vein of yearning.
“Okay, bye now,” Austin said.
Bea smiled and bid them goodbye one more time before allowing Austin to turn them around and head for the gate. Once they were out and walking back toward his cabin, she said, “Do you think they know we’re going to your cabin to fuck?”
He laughed. “Probably. But all that really matters to me is that you think we’re going to my cabin to fuck, because I swear I’d made a pact with myself to be the perfect gentleman until I got you alone under the stars tonight.”
Bea shot him a look full of abject horror. “Austin, I am so horny, I’d drop to the ground and do it right here, right now if we didn’t have an audience. I don’t want you to be a gentleman. I want you to be a freaking caveman.”
His hand tightened on her waist as he picked up speed. “Hurry.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Two hours later, Austin threw the air bed and some bedding into the back of the pickup, along with a shopping bag full of camp food and some booze—a six-pack of beer, a bottle of red wine, and another of bourbon. It was always good to have choices.
“So where are you taking me?” Bea asked as he shut the tailgate.
Austin turned to find her coming out of his cabin. Man…the things they had done in his cabin. Beatrice was the first woman he’d slept with who appeared to have zero hang-ups. He hadn’t been with that many women, but the ones he had been with were often too worried what they looked like to just enjoy the experience.
Beatrice didn’t require reassurance and was very definite about what she wanted and what she didn’t. If she needed something different, she just asked for it, and if it wasn’t working for her, she changed it up or demanded he did.
Her sexual confidence had him in her thrall.
But what really slugged him in the chest as she wrapped her hand around one of the rough-hewn posts along the front porch wasn’t what they’d done inside the cabin but how good she looked coming out of his cabin. And how much he’d like to see more of it.
“We’re going to my favorite place on the ranch,” he said. “It’s out near the tree line not far from the stream.”
“Oh yeah?” She cocked an eyebrow. “That where you took all your girlfriends?”
