Rules We Pretend Not to Break (Magnolia Ridge #1)

Chapter 1

MICAH

My dick stretches out the material of my jeans as I battle tongues with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

Even with my eyes closed, I can still see those golden brown eyes that almost looked unnatural. The soft ambers with specks of dark browns stuck in them, and that sexy little tilt of her lips when she bashfully glanced over at me from across the bar tonight.

Her tight little body was irreproachable compared to anyone else’s. A fucking dime surrounded by a bunch of commons, as asshole as that sounds. I couldn’t wait to go talk to her after finishing up my pool game with my boys when she surprised me by approaching me first.

And I haven’t allowed her out of my sight yet.

Nor my grasp.

In the backseat of my pickup truck, we’re making out like horny teenagers in the back of the parking lot lined with trees.

She’s repeated to me over and over again that she doesn’t do this. That she’s never done it before—even in high school—and I can’t even fathom the thought that no man has ever wanted to take her somewhere so he could get her straddling his cock and to sample her soft lips like I am now.

“Take my dick out, Sienna, so I can finally show you what I was talking about inside.”

She immediately follows my order while not breaking free from my lips, fumbling at the button while I retrieve a foil packet from my wallet and prep myself for round one of many tonight.

I like the way she smells like coconut and something floral. I love her weight on me, and how she kept eye contact with me earlier, even though she blushed as I said some shit that was probably crossing a line.

I wanted her—simple as that.

And when I sandwiched her in between me and the edge of the pool table earlier to see if she’d let me kiss her or not, she did.

And here we are.

My hands haven’t left her body. Each stroke of her soft curves under my fingertips and palm sends a whole new wave of carnal lust spiking through my veins.

She may have never done this before, but I have, and it’s been years. I don’t know if it’s all the pent-up tension that’s built over time or some sort of invisible tether that’s gripped onto me since I saw her, but it’s undeniable.

Especially in this tight black dress that hugs every arch and bend of her anatomy, that’s now being crumpled by Sienna’s fingers and pulled over her ass.

I can’t help but stroke it, my palms kneading the luscious globes because, fuck me, her ass is perfection at its finest.

“Goddamn, Sienna…you’re so fucking sexy.”

Her arms wrap around my neck as she hoists herself up. “You’re not so bad yourself, Micah.”

That fucking voice is nirvana. Sweet with a slight undertone of baritone lying underneath it. Particularly when she laughs and lifts her chin a bit, showing off the delicate column of her throat.

The tip of my nose traces the fine outline of her jaw, inhaling her scent again because I’d voluntarily die in the shit. “How much time do you have?”

“How much do you need?”

I chase her lips, wrangling my tongue with hers when she decides to make good on my willingness to pass on a happy man.

The slick glaze of her wet cunt glides across the tip of my aching cock, forming a mindless groan to brush against her lips as she subconsciously teases me.

“I don’t think once is gonna be enough.”

Sienna must not think so either because she answers me by sinking onto my throbbing cock, squeezing the fucking easy and mellowed persona from my chest, and causing my skull to hit the back of my seat.

There won’t be going back after this. No woman should feel this good. The liquor that I drank in loads tonight creates more of a charge to run through my frame as she rolls her sinful hips.

Every touch amplified.

The way she draws me in combusts through my regular breathing and manifests in shallow pants to mix with hers.

But it doesn’t blur out the unblemished features of her face in my mind now or before. My intake of booze doesn’t slice through the frenzied enthusiasm that my mind and body wanted to take on tonight.

Maybe it is the afterglow of too much tequila, and the opportunity that presented itself.

Or it could be that she’s that fucking gorgeous, kind, and that I want her for myself tonight.

“That’s it,” I mutter as Sienna glides herself up and down without any need for direction from me. Her ass hitting my thighs in a steady, chaotic rhythm. “So fuckin’ good.”

She leans in, clasping those lips around my neck, and begins sucking at the skin there.

Goddamn, I’ve never had a woman not wait for me to amp up sex.

Sienna licks and clamps her mouth around me again as she fucks me of her own volition, at her own pace, while I just sit here like a tool and take the shit.

Snaking my hand between our bodies, I find her soaked clit and begin making slow circles while Sienna groans deep in her chest, and that’s officially the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“You’re just taking that dick for yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I praise, squeezing her ass with my other hand to keep going. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

“God, you feel so good.”

Now, what dude doesn’t want to hear that?

It’s like the universal term for us men to want to go carnal. For us to unleash all pent-up aggression and fervor so our partner remembers our asses for the rest of their lives or during any other sexual encounter they ever enter into.

“You want a break?” I mutter against her ear as she keeps peppering kisses along my sensitive skin. “I can take over for you—”

“I want to feel you when you come.” She cranes her face back over to me, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath but loses it from what she’s doing to me. “I want it just like this.”

Geezus Christ…

Where in the hell did she come from?

I come to this bar frequently with a few buddies of mine from work. It’s a way to blow off steam; we’re with each other all day, and I grew up with most of them, so we’re close. Magnolia Ridge ain’t that big of a town.

So when Sienna walked in out of fucking nowhere, I can’t say that I didn’t feel like the luckiest son of a bitch that got her to myself.

“Does that mean I get my turn after, or are you gonna run from me and I never see you again?”

That shitty and unplanned question actually has me holding my next inhale because I don’t know if sex will ever feel this damn good after her.

She set the bar too damn high since I’m not out here whipping my dick out to a quarter of the female population.

I already did that.

“Depends on my orgasm.”

I smile, quickening my pace on her clit while I spread one of her ass cheeks wider and thrust upward, causing a surprised gasp to leave her lips.

“Keep doing that,” she begs immediately, lacing her fingers tightly through my hair. “I’m so close.”

“Whatever you want.” I draw her flush to my chest to enter at another angle, strangling out another moan from those fuckable lips. “I want to feel every inch of this tight cunt so when it’s my turn, I know what’ll drive you wild for me.”

She drops her chin, mouth agape, and I can feel her body begin to shake. “Oh…my God.”

I drop my face to get underneath hers. “I’ll be your god, sweetheart. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen. And when you want to worship me like you are now, I’m going to fuck you until you can only see me.”

She tips my cowboy hat back and off my head before her lips crash into mine, needy and brimming with hunger as I’m quick to match her energy. My damn body is insatiable for this woman, and I haven’t even come yet.

The fuck is going on here?

I’m going to need to ask Lou, the bartender, to check the expiration dates on his tequila bottles because I must be having some undisclosed side effects here.

There’s no way in hell she feels this good.

That I’m already imagining more outside of the backseat of my truck. That I want to see her again.

That I want to claim her.

Because when she pulsates around my dick at the perfect beat, my balls clench at the same exact moment Sienna does this cute little squeal, breaking apart around and through me.

Her huffs and puffs as I still claim her make me follow, busting in my condom as my balls beg mercilessly to get as much of my release as close to her as possible.

Crazy.

It’s like living in an alternate universe where this isn’t random, and I want to mark this girl for all eternity.

People like me—in this small-as-hell town—don’t meet like this and have long-lasting relationships. Folks drive through, stop for a night, then take off.

However, branding this as a one-night stand and keeping it as that doesn’t bode well with me either.

Sienna slouches and puts all her weight on me, hiding her face in the crook of my neck again as we both regain our composure and proper breathing patterns.

“Fuck, you’re good,” I rasp, wrapping an arm around her as I rest my head back along the leather of my bench seat.

Sienna hums, sounding completely sated and spent. Fucking erotic and next-morning worthy.

“Come home with me, Sienna.”

She chuckles softly, and my dick twitches inside her, which gets her to jerk a bit. “Mhm…aren’t you tired?”

“Not when I have a chance to get you again.”

She does this little disappointed groan, and I immediately sense it coming.

I should’ve known.

There’s no fucking way on this green earth that this was going to last. That I’d have a chance in hell that this was going to transform into something completely different.

This is fairytale shit.

And I don’t know why I felt so hopeful moments ago while she was taking me all for herself and nothing more.

She’s going to skip and dip. And I get the pleasure of stroking my dick for the next few weeks with memories of this.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll be awake,” she mutters, sounding sleepy, but I’m predicting that it’s me attempting to work out in my favor with that fake belief again. “And I don’t want to leave this backseat.”

“Then stay here with me, and I’ll allow you to get some energy back before I fuck you awake again.”

“Mhmm…that sounds sooooo good.” Her face nestles deeper into the crook of my neck. “But I have a really early day—”

“Eh, shit,” I grumble, feeling a tightness form in my chest even though it has no right to be there. “You’re bailing on me, Sienna.”

She draws herself from the confines of my shoulder and looks down at me. “I’m not bailing. I really do have an early morning tomorrow.”

I’m still not convinced. “Prove it.”

“I’ll give you my phone number,” she says immediately. “You can test it and everything.”

“And when do I get to see you again?”

“This weekend?” I perk a brow because that’s in six days. “I know this sounds cliché again, but I’m booked solid this week for work.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Micah…” She stares at me for a long time, attempting to rid me of my doubts about this being something that happens again. The lights outside my truck illuminate half of her face, displaying the one little beauty mark on her upper cheek. “Text me, and I promise I’ll answer.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Then you have my permission to hunt me down.”

I reach up and run my thumb along that small brown mark on her bottom lip. “You got a boyfriend, Sienna?” It takes a second before she slowly rocks her head back and forth. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Alright. Then I believe you.”

She pauses for a moment before saying, “You do?”

I shrug my shoulders because I’ve never been one to throw a shit fit unless it was lying right there in front of me. “Give me a reason not to.”

Sienna’s fingers clasp around my hand that’s still resting on her face. “Maybe we can have dinner?”

“Sounds good.”

She begins to get off me, but then decides against it, landing back in my lap when she quips, “Are you going to ghost me?”

I chuckle and fist the front of her dress, dragging her closer to me when I say, “I don’t ghost, sweetheart. I show up.”