My Three Hometown Hard Hats (Aspen Springs #1)

Prologue

HADLEY

How is this what my life has turned into?

Twenty-four hours ago, I had a boyfriend and a job. Although I can’t say I was in love with either of them.

Mitch was nice enough until he wasn’t. Toodle-oo cheating ass.

And I will certainly miss the money, but my corporate job was shit. Emails, paperwork, emails, paperwork, repeat. Toodle-oo shitty ass job.

Inhaling deeply, I shift in my business-class seat. At least I get to escape everything that New York has become for me.

If I’m honest with myself, I don’t know if I actually want to live here anymore. My hometown is calling my name, and with Mom’s worsening multiple sclerosis and upcoming hip surgery, the choice to go home was an easy one.

Thunking my head back against the seat, I gaze out the small window overlooking the tarmac, wishing we could take off already. I’m itchy and antsy still being here after my world was turned upside down.

I can’t be here anymore.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” a deep voice comes from beside me.

A much larger hand rests on top of my trembling one. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even know someone had sat down beside me.

Turning my head to the left, I am stunned silent by the man staring at me with so much concern. It can’t be legal for a man to look that… that…

When I don’t say anything because, well, my stupid brain can’t seem to formulate words in front of such a gorgeous creature, he continues.

“Are you nervous about flying?”

Finally, my brain starts to function past its ‘Me Jane, He Tarzan, He hot’ phase. “Oh, no. I’m not scared of flying. I just want to get out of here.”

“New York?” he questions, quirking a brow toward his perfectly messy blond hair.

I shrug, huffing out a breath before I word vomit all over this poor man. “Yesterday, I was laid off from the job I’ve had for the last two years, which I honestly hate. Then, to top it off, I found out my boyfriend of the last, um… some months was cheating on me.”

Anger ghosts over his face. “Please tell me you ended it with the scum bag.”

“Duh.”

He smirks, turning his body more in my direction. “Considering you don’t even know how many months you were dating, I’m assuming you’re more mad than hurt by this development.”

My eyes blink rapidly as my brain tries to process his words. “Yeah, I guess so.”

I glance down, realizing his hand is still on mine, my fingers lacing through his now. Why am I so comfortable with this guy? I don’t even know his name.

“I just want to leave it all behind and move on,” I explain.

“And Colorado is where you’re doing that?”

Deciding not to explain every detail of my life to this man, I nod in agreement.

His fingers, which are laced through mine, gently stroke over my thigh. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out. Your former boyfriend and employer don’t deserve you, anyway.”

“You don’t even know me,” I say, staring into his blue eyes.

He leans in a few inches closer. “But for some reason, sweetheart, I think I do.”

I wake, feeling the drool on the side of my mouth, and realize I’m not leaning against my seat or even the wall of the plane.

No, my head is resting against the stud beside me.

I internally groan, realizing I’ve probably drooled on him.

Then I realize something much, much more embarrassing. I’m still holding his hand, but instead of our hands resting on the top of my thigh, they are now nestled tightly between my thighs.

My traitorous hips are seeking out some much-needed friction for a very needy bundle of nerves in that area because—let’s be serious—Mitch couldn’t find it even if I drew him a color-coded map.

What do I do? Pretend to keep sleeping? No. Act like it’s all his fault? No, my greedy pussy is the one seeking his hands out.

Tentatively, I peek one eye open. I can’t see his eyes, but his jaw is drawn tight as he stares straight forward.

Knowing I can’t put it off any longer, I sit up. With my free hand, I wipe my mouth.

“Sorry,” I say, starting to ease our joined hands away from the apex of my thighs, but his hand doesn’t budge.

His head swivels toward me, his eyes locking on me with a look that’s nothing short of molten desire.

His voice is pure sex when he whispers, “I don’t even know your name, but I have never in my life wanted to fuck anyone more than I want to fuck you right now.

Feeling you rub your pussy against my hand in your sleep is the hottest thing a woman has ever done to me. ”

My jaw hinges open because holy dirty talk. Tingles travel down my body, ending at my clit.

“Please tell me you want this too,” he says, eyes pleading.

This man definitely does not need to beg me for anything, but I’m not mad about it.

“Yeah, yes, uh-huh. I do.”

“Are you sure?”

My bottom lip is caught between my teeth as I nod.

His eyes swivel around the plane. “Go to the bathroom in the back. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

I’m stunned for a moment, unable to move or respond. I never do anything like this. Ever .

But he’s so gorgeous and so sweet. I just want to have fun for once.

His fingers gently caress my leggings-covered thigh, reminding me that he’s there.

Screw it. I’m getting some—right here on this plane, apparently.

I give his hand a squeeze before standing and maneuvering past him, turning to face the back of the plane.

He gives me a wink. “See you soon.”

My breathing increases as I walk the length of the aisle toward the stall at the back of the plane. I step inside, staring at the tiny space.

How the hell do people have sex in these things? How am I going to?

I’m jolted out of my thoughts when a muscular body presses in behind me. I hear the lock slide into place a moment before his hands are on my hips and his lips are at my ear.

“I think we’ve kept your greedy pussy waiting long enough, don’t you think?” he whispers in between kisses down my neck. Shivers race through my body.

“Mmhmm,” I get out through heavy breaths.

I tilt my head to the side, so my eyes meet his. They stay locked for a beat before his lips land on mine. They are soft yet demanding, drawing out little whimpers from me with his mouth alone.

His large palm splays over my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my leggings. His fingers track down as he continues to kiss the life out of me.

Have I ever been kissed like this? Heck no. This is a first.

Two of his fingers swipe over my clit and through my wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he moans. “We’re going to have to be quick and quiet. You think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

I really love that he calls me that. Angling my body a little more toward him in the small space, I nod.

“Good girl,” he growls, barely above a whisper.

Oh no. I’m already done for.

“Bend over. Hands on the wall.”

I do just as he asked, stepping my feet farther apart. His fingers hook in my leggings, dragging them down my legs along with my thong.

Crap. Did I shave? It isn’t like I thought I’d be joining the mile-high club today.

“Gorgeous,” he says, placing a kiss on each of my ass cheeks.

I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips when he unexpectedly runs his tongue over my pussy.

“Better than I imagined,” he mumbles more to himself than to me. “We probably don’t have time for this, but you’re too fucking delicious.”

His strong hands grip my thighs as he greedily dives into my pussy, and my eyes roll back when he teases with my entrance before lapping at my clit.

He alternates, going back and forth, driving me mad. My head lolls forward as I moan.

“Shh… remember you said you could be quiet for me.”

I whimper but nod in agreement. “Okay, I’ll be good.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groans.

He latches onto my clit more aggressively. I’ve never had someone take charge like this with me before, but man, is it doing it for me.

“Come for me, and then you can have my cock,” he says from between my legs.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the delicate nerves, and I explode. Sparks flash behind my closed eyelids, and I fight to keep myself from screaming out as pleasure tears through me.

His ministrations on my clit soften, but he doesn’t stop. He eases me through my orgasm until my body stops trembling and I’ve experienced every last shred of ecstasy possible.

How on earth did I stay silent through that? Because he told me to, that’s why.

He stands to his full height, his hands anchored on my hips. His body drapes over mine as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“You are stunning when you come. Now I want to feel it on my cock.”

A shiver races down my spine at his words.

He pulls a condom from his pocket and slides it over his impressive length, which I can’t help but stare at over my shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks, lining his cock up with my entrance.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out, my legs shaky in the wake of that orgasm.

He thrusts in all the way in one go. Thankfully, he was smart enough to put his hand over my mouth, otherwise the entire plane would know he was inside of me.

“I’m going to fuck you now, so be my good girl and be quiet, and come all over my cock.”

I whimper and moan into his hand as he does just that—slamming into me over and over with a dizzying pace that has all my brain cells failing at the moment. My orgasm builds in a frighteningly short time.

With his other hand, he reaches down, rubbing circles around my clit. I bite down on his palm to keep from screaming as pleasure crashes through me.

“That’s it. Yes,” he breathes into my ear as he slams into me two more times before he tenses inside of me.

He pulls me up fully, so my back is pressed against his chest with him still seated inside of me. His hand slides from my mouth and down my throat.

I try to slow my breathing without much success.

Who is this man? And how am I ever going to enjoy sex again after this?