34-VINCENT
Life was short. Three weeks were long enough for me.
There was plenty of truth behind my half-assed invitation.
But her ‘might be weird’ comment made me think I was moving too fast for her.
I’d let her move into my new house. I’d let her live there alone and stay at my mom’s if it’s what she wanted.
Reagan could get me to say yes to almost anything.
The saloon girl outfit was doing it for me, but that’s besides the point.
The texture of the fishnets snagged on my rough hands as I closed in on her.
I was too rough around the edges for someone like Reagan.
Lord knows I’d work for it, but I was willing to push my luck.
The innocence of her room kept me composed. She lived here as an adult, but the early twenties are too young for me now.
I broke away from her and leaned back. “Do you need more time or are you ready to get back?”
She gave me a quick nod and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yeah. We can go back.”
After I find my footing, I lend a hand, pulling her upright to me. Gripping my hat, I gave the room one last look, at a piece of Reagan I was honored to see.
In an instant, we are taken over by the music again. She flicks the light off, and I am led by the light from down the hall and catch the door on my way out of the room.
Part of me wonders why we are here. She doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself very much, the way she darts from one location to the other. But maybe it’s Tate. Maybe it’s her family. Now I’d worry it was my invitation.
Miles is still entertaining the few girls who were with him earlier, and I wonder whether Reagan worries about my loyalty to her. She shouldn’t.
Grabbing her arm, I stopped her in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the party, and the guests in their costumes. In the middle of her thoughts.
I pull her into me and palm the back of her head. I needed to finish our earlier kiss. Her soft lips. Her fingertips pressed through my shirt and onto my chest. I needed to get her out of here.
She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t mind that I dragged our intimate moment out here with us. And kissed me back. The volume of the crowd stays the same, like they don’t even notice us.
Reagan pulls away but doesn’t move out of my space. “I’m ready to leave when you are.”
I don’t need to be here another minute. “Say goodbye and get your stuff.” She steps away to retrieve her few items. I take in the guests.
Miles is toasted. The bee girl is still staring at me.
Which I guess, good for her. She doesn’t bother me.
I search outside the window. Flora and her friends are standing barefoot in the grass.
“Let’s go.” Reagan requests.
Without saying anything, we make our way to the door. Miles, of course, notices and shouts after us. “You guys are leaving already?”
We had been there an hour at least, and as far as I could tell, Reagan wasn’t friends with anyone here.
“Yeah. I’m suuuper tired.” She announced.
“Oh.” His eyes shot open. “Okay. Well, go get some rest then.” There was some code there. I didn’t care to dissect it.
The cool air rolled in from the front door. Instead of giving a wave, I threw my cap gun up and fired it three times, startling most of the people there.
Reagan let out a chuckle at the few girls who screamed at the noise before she ran out the door.
“Alright,” I caught up to her. “Am I taking you home?”
“Yeah, your home.” Her pace was fast, and I wish I had a jacket or something for her.
I’d drive her to the ranch any day. “You got it.”
She stopped at the driver’s side of my truck, and I couldn’t get it open any quicker. The old heater would take a minute to warm up, but I’d keep my arm around her until then. “Do you need clothes or anything from your place?” The back tires dip in the gutter as I exit the driveway.
“I have what I need in my bag.” She gestured to the one tucked by the passenger door.
I recalled the bag she brought and the image of her pulling her purse out from it. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?”
“Well, it was either here or your place. I guess in a sad scenario I would go home alone.”
I tighten my fingers around her, drawing her into me a little more. “I wouldn’t make you do that.”
The truck rolls through the neighborhood, and for some reason I’m looking out for Tate’s truck.
Feels like the guy who would wait around just to get to Reagan again.
Especially since he had been texting her.
I was hoping he was too drunk both times to recall what I drove.
It stuck out like a sore thumb, and you could hear it three blocks away.
“Was everything settled with Tate?”
“Yes. He is just trying to get me to talk to him face-to-face. I told him no.”
“I didn’t want to push it at the house. I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you if you need to vent. If you want me to call him up and cuss him out, I will.”
“I know you would.” She laughs.
And her laugh lights something up inside me once again. “I want you, Reagan,” I confess. “He is just making it so damn hard for you. I don’t care that you’re still legally tied to him.” I swallow, preparing to blurt what I need to. “I’m falling for you.”
Her fingers shift across my thigh, retreating into a fist, and I worry I said something too soon that I can’t take back. “I feel the same way about you.”
“Good. You’re on my mind so much that I have to double-check my work. Mark will have my ass if I let something slip because of you. Not because you’re you. But because I am me.”
“That makes me glad I stuck with cakes.”
Relief washes over me as we hit the freeway. Tate could find out where I live, but would he? We had decent security, and I knew my family would call if he showed up, so I brushed it off.
Soft comforting silence hangs over the cab.
Condensation clung to the windows around the edges, and Reagan stopped shivering.
I wanted her alone again. I wasn’t about to disrespect my mama and do it right over her in my room.
I needed a private place, like the tack room.
My house was a good option, but once it was finished, we’d have no reason to go anywhere else.
Maybe the back pasture. Definitely far enough away, and the back road leads up to it. God, the way she stroked my thigh made my foot a little heavier.
?
“Uh?” Reagan whispered in confusion as I passed the ranch entrance.
“There’s some place you might want to see.” I kept my eyes peeled. Sometimes the back road snuck up on me. But not tonight. The little stick with the reflective light grew brighter. I leaned into the brake and turned onto the road.
The ruts causing the truck to vibrate needed attention, especially with winter coming up.
I cut the headlights and let the moon light the rest of the way.
Deep in the back of the property, I let the truck idle in park.
I would have liked to see her in the back of my truck again, but not in the cold.
“This is the back of the ranch. It’s a nice place to go if you need some quiet or some privacy.
It loops around behind the pond and back up past Mama’s.
” I drop my hand to her thigh, fingers weaving through the netting unintentionally.
“I didn’t know if you wanted a minute alone before calling it a night. That’s unless you’re too tired.”
The sound of her seatbelt releasing perked my ears.
“No, I’m not.” Her legs split wider, and I could feel the heat roll from between them.
Her dress was nice, but didn’t hide much when sitting down.
And the top pushed her breast out and together, making every bump on the way here especially exciting.
Reagan gripped my shirt, drawing me to her.
I fumbled to get my seatbelt undone, only for it to get tangled up in my gun belt.
I slid her to straddle me, stitches in her dress snapping one at a time.
Her hands against my jaw and her face pushed my hat back enough to give me a kiss.
I tossed it to the passenger side and worked on getting the first belt off.
Reagan didn’t let up. She persisted, rocking into me.
The toy gun clattered between the door and seat on its way down, and I brushed against her legs, finishing my last belt. Somehow, she had gotten her corset loosened enough to slide off and dove back into me. Giving me the pleasure to remove the rest of her outfit.
Two fingers curled around her waistband on each side, catching the skirt, fishnets, and underwear, sliding them down her backside. She lifted a leg, making it easy for me to remove the rest of her clothing.
Reagan was completely bare and on top of me. I thought the heater was doing an okay job before. Now I couldn’t wait to turn it off. My cock was beating against my zipper, and I struggled to get it down.
She broke away and skimmed over me. Giving me the opportunity to finish my one fucking task. Lips still on mine, her hand sticks to my jeans over my thigh, waiting for me. I fiddle with the last barrier of material and finally free myself.
Her hand is on me, throbbing under her touch, and she is steady with her intention while she continues to kiss me. Reagan’s grip was gentle as she pumped the length of me a few times.
I don’t give direction, and she takes control before turning to face the windshield.
Slipping a leg over me and near the door, she grips me tight near the head of my cock, and drops down to me.
Her bare curves glow in front of me by the minimal interior light, and she braces herself against the dashboard as she wraps around me.
My hand finds her waist, and I aid her movement as she begins to rise and sink onto my lap over and over and over again.
Her rhythm finds a steady beat, and my hands begin traveling up her body.
Her breasts bounce against my hands before I clutch them.
One hand continues to her throat, feeling the muscles under my grip tense for just a second, and her breathing hitches.
I notice her momentum falter and move back to her waist to guide her.
I can’t help but slam her into me a little harder than she was moving herself.
And her body reacts to it, coiling around me.
So I do it again and again until I feel like I might be hurting her.
But she doesn’t stop me. Instead, I hear her moans building up.
The windows slowly fog around us. Unwillingly, I grunt as I ram her onto me repeatedly.
“Oh fuck.” She moans out, and I weave the hair at the back of her head between my fingers.
I slammed her back to my chest and pumped into her.
“Fuck yes.” Her breath quickened and I felt her hand between her lips.
Unapologetically, I used her pussy as it squeezed my cock.
Reagan automatically slowed down. But I wasn’t done with her until I could finish, and I wasn’t far behind her.
She willingly stayed in position, letting me use her hips to cover my cock in her weeping pussy, and continued chasing the last bit of her orgasm as I started mine. My climax tightened in my core, twitching inside of her, and the evidence pooled at the base of my shaft.
Reagan didn’t say anything. Just sat there composing herself with me embarrassingly softening inside her, catching my own breath.