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He lowers his voice. “Well, sweetheart, you’re makin’ my heart race faster than a pickup truck.”

I shake my head, holding back a smile. “Try a different pick-up line.”

“I’d swipe right every time.”

“Seriously?” My tone is mocking.

“My attention keeps comin’ back for seconds.” He really is a goddamn cheeseball, but it’s somehow endearing and sexy as fuck.

“That it? Before I turf you out?”

“Why would you turf me out, when you’re my favorite kind of trouble?”

I snort. Goddamn it. He’s not supposed to make me laugh. “I’d beat it while the gettin’s good.” I thumb behind me. “The motel is down the road.”

“I’m fine right here. My thoughts are wanderin’ down back roads, though. Stay, and have a drink with me.” He pats the seat next to him. “I don’t bite.”

This is not a good idea.

In fact, it’s a bad, bad, bad idea.

But, somehow, a younger man hitting on me is just the right kinda ego stroke I need right now. I’ve been stuck in a bit of a rut, and while I’m not gonna go the whole hog with him, I have to give him ten points for trying.

“With those pick-up lines?”

“I have a sweet tea one I haven’t used yet.” He grins.

“You think the sun comes up just to hear you crow?”

“I think the sun comes up just so it can see your pretty face again.”

He’s smooth, I’ll give him that. “I’m takin’ it women fall for these lines you’ve memorized?”

“Nope. Don’t need lines.” He leans even closer. “I usually let my tongue do the talkin’, if you know what I mean.” He winks again. I should slap him silly.

I get a vision of his head between my legs as I ride his face. I almost grip the bar top because the intensity of his words and his stare are exactly what the doctor ordered. He’s so sure of himself, I swear he knows it.

“What if I’m not that kinda girl?” I throw back.

He gives me another shit-eating grin. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t still be here, sittin’ with me. I’d be all outta luck, and probably bouncin’ outta here on my ass.”

“You got that last part right,” I say, trying to sound indignant.

But one thing’s for sure, I can’t help the way my body tingles and my heart rate soars when I think about him using his tongue.

The question is, should I find out? Or should I leave it well alone…

CHAPTER 2

DRIFTER

“Fuck, Mama,” I groan into her hair as she strokes my cock. “You’re so goddamn wild.”

“I think you bring it out in me,” she mutters, her grip tightening. “And this is a pretty cock, if I do say so myself.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head when she takes me into her mouth. As luck would have it, we couldn’t get back to the motel fast enough. We were all over each other the second we got through the door. “Pretty?” I scoff. “You know how to whop a man’s horse.”

“Horse being the operative word,” she replies, gripping my dick tighter. “Hung like one, anyway.”