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I use my vibrator for the first time in forever that night.
As I reach for it from the depths of my nightstand drawer, I can’t help but understand why Jack goes to the bar every evening. It’s hard as hell to want a man who’s within walking distance and not be able to have him.
If I feel this way after one kiss, it’s going to be torture over the next however long it is until we kiss again.
The thought puts a goofy grin on my face.
Instead of giving in to the temptation and acting like a teenager who can’t control her hormones, I lie in bed, close my eyes, and relive every single thing about that kiss.
The scent of his skin.
The taste on his tongue.
The groaned hum of approval.
I keep my eyes closed as I slide my fingers between my thighs. I’m already slick with arousal as my fingertips circle over my clit.
The groan this time comes from my own lips, but I still hear his in my ears as I turn on my vibrator and touch it to my sensitized flesh.
I hear the rumbled tenor of his voice as he says my name, making my nipples tighten beneath my thin tank. When I see the desire in his eyes as he lowers himself over me, my legs tense and I begin to move the toy in circles. I feel the fullness as the length of his cock pushes into me. My breath begins to la
bor as I work my nerves into a frenzy and fantasize about what he’d feel like moving inside me. I imagine what his body atop of mine would feel like and wonder how he’d sound . . . what he’d look like as he came.
My body detonates into a thousand pulses of pleasure. Blissful warmth and heightened sensitivity followed by heavy pants and quickened heartbeats.
But it’s Jack on my mind.
It’s Jack who I want.
It’s Jack who I plan to have.
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The thunder rumbles in the distance, and the sky is gray with clouds building upon one another, but it doesn’t stop me from riding.
I need the breeze in my hair.
I need the distance stretched out before me.
I need the dreams that have haunted me—good and bad—to clear my head.
I need to forget the threats from the lender earlier today on the phone and Sheryl’s urging me to call my parents to ask for help.
Hell, I need to get laid by Jack.
It’s my laughter that carries loud and carefree above the rush of the wind in my ears and the pound of Ruby’s hooves against the ground. There’s a freedom in acknowledging that I’m a woman who wants sex and intends to have it.
There isn’t any shame, and it doesn’t feel as if I’m contemplating cheating on Fletcher.
It’s just a decision made and the anticipation of an orgasm given to me by the hands and lips and body belonging to Jack Sutton
We run at top speed over the terrain without a destination other than to get there fast. Each step allowing me to drown a little more out.
