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minute.”
    “Don’t have that much time, cowboy. You gotta move now.” Her tail gave another sexy little wag, then her back sank, giving him the angle he needed for a straight shot toward her core.
    His balls were so tight now, they cramped. His cock so engorged, the skin cloaking it felt ready to burst.
    Charli Kudrow was on her hands and knees. He should have been the one in control, but the feel of her surrounding him held him at the edge of violence. Her pussy clasped him again, and he growled, “Witch!”
    Her chuckle was a whiskey-throated challenge.
    Lonny steadied his knees, dug his fingers into her fleshy ass and held tight to his frayed control. “Fucking hell.”

Chapter Six
    His vehement curse didn’t scare Charli one bit. Lonny had her in a position of masculine control, but her mind was clear after he’d blown the cobwebs free with the passionate way he’d eaten her out.
    No, his fingers might be digging bruises into her butt, but she had the control. She wondered how far she could push until he broke. She liked the way his body shook, savored the crush of his strong grip. Lonny was all man, but not nearly as cocky and sure about himself now.
    Charli shoved off the mattress, straightening until she knelt in front of him, his cock still lodged inside her body. Deliberately slow, she snuggled her back against his slick, sweaty chest.
    His nose nuzzled the side of her neck. “Baby, what are you doing?”
    “Havin’ fun.” His grunt made her smile. “I was thinkin’ I should return the favor.”
    “And I’ll let you…some other time.”
    “Feeling a little desperate?”
    “Hard as a post, as if you couldn’t tell.”
    She chuckled, then dropped her hand between her legs to trail her fingers over the root of his cock and lower, to scratch gently at his balls.
    His growl vibrated against her back, and she rubbed against him, sliding on his damp skin. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.
    “Bet you have.”
    “Daniel liked to play, loved sex. After a hard day’s work, he’d drag through dinner, take a shower, then settle down to sleep. I’d let him nap, then I’d sink under the covers…”
    His long, indrawn breath said she had his full attention—or maybe it was the fact she was tugging his balls now. “What would you do?” he whispered.
    “I think you know. He taught me how he liked it—no teasing, just straight down the throat, deep as I would let him push.” She turned her head. “Does it bother you, me talking about him?”
    “I’m grateful. I want to know what it is was like. He was part of your life. Those memories are part of you.”
    “We knew each other since we were kids. I never thought he wouldn’t be here beside me all my days.”
    “No one’s said,” he whispered. “How’d he die?”
    She rested the back of her head against his shoulder and stared at the ceiling, thinking it was damn strange she wanted to have this conversation about her husband when Lonny’s dick was six inches deep. “His horse spooked. It reared up, then fell back, crushing him. He was a damn good cowboy, had been riding since he could walk. I don’t know why he didn’t kick free in time.”
    “Happens,” he said, smoothing his hands over her belly.
    “I was numb for a long time. Drew took over the reins. I was happy to let him, because all I wanted to do for months was sleep. Then one day I woke up, put on my boots and headed to the barn. Work gave me purpose, and I thought it would be enough. It was for a while.” She fell silent, not wanting to think about how numb she’d been when she felt so alive now.
    Lonny rubbed his whiskered cheek against hers. “And you and Drew?”
    “We were both grieving. Sometimes he’d look at me, see something in my face and know I needed to be held. There’s something about being in a strong man’s arms…” She drew a deep breath. “He wanted to take care of me. Felt it was his duty. He and Daniel had plans, and Drew followed through on