knew
all. “Thanks.”
“Sure, honey. Don’t be a stranger here.”
“I won’t.”
She stepped outside and shielded her eyes from the sun.
There he stood beside his beast of a truck among rows of junked cars. Montana
stole toward him. Her stomach twisted and turned. Her palms, sweaty. The thump
thump thump of her pulse amplified with each step. She lagged long enough
to admire his strong profile, the forward tilt of his hat, how his shirt fit
with an ironed-on flair. In the midst of enjoying the fine view, she heard a
rumblefrom the sky. Rain crashed down in
sheets. She heard Lawson curse and hurtle into his truck.
Used to the sudden downpours, she waited out the rain.
Within moments the rain stopped and the sun slipped from the clouds. The truck
door squeaked open and Lawson jumped out, grumbling something while staring up
into the sky. Not wanting to waste another minute, she held her head high, and
started toward him.
* * * * *
Lawson stiffened at the crunch of gravel behind him.
Expecting the sheriff or his useless sidekick, he readied his knife.
Instead, he took in the sight of Montana. Her body soaked
from the rain, hair slicked along her face and trailing her neck. Her top
shrink-wrapped to her curves. He swallowed down a lustful moan.
“Got caught in the rain.”
He nodded, his tongue wedged in a knot.
“Sorry for earlier.” Her lips formed a smile that made his
entire body throb. “I am glad you were there.”
“Not a big deal.” His voice came out distant. “Got over it
like, five seconds later.”
She crossed her arms behind her back and rotated to the
right, then left. “Yeah, you’re tough like that. I envy you.”
He’d just gotten his headspace back into game plan, and like
a switch she’d turned it off. “Did you want something?”
“Just to say a proper thank you.” She’d stopped rotating and
fidgeted with her hands. “Without you, Garvey would’ve…”
“Don’t. I haven’t eaten yet. I don’t need the visual to ruin
my appetite.”
She gestured toward his truck. “What are you doing out
here?”
“Someone went through my things.”
“How can you tell?”
“Stuff’s out of place. Except, it’s all here. I might be
paranoid.”
“I know how that feels. I wake up some mornings with the
feeling that someone watched me while I slept. Creeps me out.”
She moved closer and he jerked away.
“Back off, okay?”
“Why?”
“Just, you need to go.”
Montana advanced, her pretty eyes full of intent. “I can’t
stay away. You sparked something in me. I want more.”
“Tough.”
“You want me, Lawson. I can tell by the way your breath
changes around me. And don’t think I’m unaware of the view you’ve got right
now. Me all wet, my shirt skintight. Bet it’s a tempting view.”
He couldn’t argue so he kept his mouth shut.
“The way you threw me on the pool table and had your way
with me, it’s like you couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. And I want
more.”
The thought of her on the pool table repeated behind his
eyes. “Stop it.”
“You want me. I know you do. There’s energy between us. An
attraction.”
“It’s lust.” He said it in a way that made it sound
revolting. “Pure and simple.”
She inched closer and his body compressed. He forced his
hands to his sides. Without meaning to he glanced at the luscious curves of her
breasts. Her nipples two plump beads. The shirt so damn tight he didn’t see the
point of why it was still on.
His chest rose and fell swiftly. The heat made it difficult
to breathe.
“If you want me to go, tell me to go,” she challenged, and
pursed her lips.
His head screamed it at her with all the rage of a charging
bull. But he couldn’t spit the words out. Nothing prepared him for the level of
want he had for her. Maybe if he kept telling himself he didn’t want her, he’d
believe it.
Lawson inhaled before he passed out, and caught the scent of
her desire. His throat thickened. She
all. “Thanks.”
“Sure, honey. Don’t be a stranger here.”
“I won’t.”
She stepped outside and shielded her eyes from the sun.
There he stood beside his beast of a truck among rows of junked cars. Montana
stole toward him. Her stomach twisted and turned. Her palms, sweaty. The thump
thump thump of her pulse amplified with each step. She lagged long enough
to admire his strong profile, the forward tilt of his hat, how his shirt fit
with an ironed-on flair. In the midst of enjoying the fine view, she heard a
rumblefrom the sky. Rain crashed down in
sheets. She heard Lawson curse and hurtle into his truck.
Used to the sudden downpours, she waited out the rain.
Within moments the rain stopped and the sun slipped from the clouds. The truck
door squeaked open and Lawson jumped out, grumbling something while staring up
into the sky. Not wanting to waste another minute, she held her head high, and
started toward him.
* * * * *
Lawson stiffened at the crunch of gravel behind him.
Expecting the sheriff or his useless sidekick, he readied his knife.
Instead, he took in the sight of Montana. Her body soaked
from the rain, hair slicked along her face and trailing her neck. Her top
shrink-wrapped to her curves. He swallowed down a lustful moan.
“Got caught in the rain.”
He nodded, his tongue wedged in a knot.
“Sorry for earlier.” Her lips formed a smile that made his
entire body throb. “I am glad you were there.”
“Not a big deal.” His voice came out distant. “Got over it
like, five seconds later.”
She crossed her arms behind her back and rotated to the
right, then left. “Yeah, you’re tough like that. I envy you.”
He’d just gotten his headspace back into game plan, and like
a switch she’d turned it off. “Did you want something?”
“Just to say a proper thank you.” She’d stopped rotating and
fidgeted with her hands. “Without you, Garvey would’ve…”
“Don’t. I haven’t eaten yet. I don’t need the visual to ruin
my appetite.”
She gestured toward his truck. “What are you doing out
here?”
“Someone went through my things.”
“How can you tell?”
“Stuff’s out of place. Except, it’s all here. I might be
paranoid.”
“I know how that feels. I wake up some mornings with the
feeling that someone watched me while I slept. Creeps me out.”
She moved closer and he jerked away.
“Back off, okay?”
“Why?”
“Just, you need to go.”
Montana advanced, her pretty eyes full of intent. “I can’t
stay away. You sparked something in me. I want more.”
“Tough.”
“You want me, Lawson. I can tell by the way your breath
changes around me. And don’t think I’m unaware of the view you’ve got right
now. Me all wet, my shirt skintight. Bet it’s a tempting view.”
He couldn’t argue so he kept his mouth shut.
“The way you threw me on the pool table and had your way
with me, it’s like you couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. And I want
more.”
The thought of her on the pool table repeated behind his
eyes. “Stop it.”
“You want me. I know you do. There’s energy between us. An
attraction.”
“It’s lust.” He said it in a way that made it sound
revolting. “Pure and simple.”
She inched closer and his body compressed. He forced his
hands to his sides. Without meaning to he glanced at the luscious curves of her
breasts. Her nipples two plump beads. The shirt so damn tight he didn’t see the
point of why it was still on.
His chest rose and fell swiftly. The heat made it difficult
to breathe.
“If you want me to go, tell me to go,” she challenged, and
pursed her lips.
His head screamed it at her with all the rage of a charging
bull. But he couldn’t spit the words out. Nothing prepared him for the level of
want he had for her. Maybe if he kept telling himself he didn’t want her, he’d
believe it.
Lawson inhaled before he passed out, and caught the scent of
her desire. His throat thickened. She
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