Page 63 of Texas Kissing

God, naked!It was dirtier, somehow, filthier and more exciting. Everything was hidden by my skirt, but I could visualize his balls beneath me, heavy with seed and ready to—God!

There was something primal about it. Something I couldn’t quite explain, but it was a turn on like nothing else. I felt myself spinning out of control, as if someone had flipped a switch and multiplied my arousal by a factor of ten.

I clung to him even harder. My ass was bouncing hard on his thighs, my nipples like pebbles against his wet, clinging shirt. I could barely breathe, my hair sticking to my damp forehead and my whole body shining with sweat. But all I cared about was that beautiful friction inside me, the feel ofhimdriving up into me, making me his.

My orgasm was on top of me, taking control. It made me put my lips to his ear and gasp, “Do it.”

Hearing myself say those two words sent me over the edge and it nudged Bull past the point of no return, too. He grunted, pounded me up and down even faster for a few strokes, and then rammed me hard down onto him, until his cock was throbbing at my very limits. I was already shuddering and bucking atop him from my own climax when I felt the first thick jet of his seed erupt inside me. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed myself to his chest as I felt the hot spurts continue, each one making me tremble. I felt as if my whole body was welcoming him in, draining every drop from him.

We gasped and panted our way down from our peaks and then I lifted myself off of him. I slumpedback onto my own seat, eyes closed and chest heaving.

I heard Bull thumb the ignition. There was a few second’s pause as the fans spun up and—

Heavenly, icy air washed across our sweat-soaked bodies. We both groaned in blessed relief. I opened my mouth and drank the cold air in, gulping it down like water. I offered up a little prayer to the inventor of air conditioning.

I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was so exhausted, so shell-shocked by what we’d just done, that I just flopped there. God, had I really just done that by the side of the road...and had I really gone so out of control at the thought of his naked cock inside me? It had been so powerful—instinctual, almost.

I was still trying to figure it out when I felt his huge hand grasp mine. We held hands like that for a full minute, just panting and cooling down.

“God, Lily,” he whispered. “You’re incredible.”

It went off like a warm bomb in my chest. I leaned against him. “So where’s this perfect place you’re taking me?” I asked. “A hotel? A seedy motel? Some mom and pop guest house?”

He smiled. “Ever been camping?”

49

Antonio

I wasready to give up.

It’s not easy, searching for a place when all you have to go on is its mascot. I didn’t even know if I was looking for a bar or a restaurant or a goddamn bowling alley. I just knew it was in Texas...and Texas is a big place.

I didn’t even know if this was a genuine lead or a wild goose chase. For all I knew, that napkin had been dropped by a nurse. Or Tessa may have passed through Texas but barely stopped there and she was in fucking Brazil by now. But it was all I had to go on. Every other avenue I’d tried had gone nowhere.

But I’d spent days Googling and hadn’t found a damn thing. Now I was slumped in front of my laptop, glowering at the screen, half-drunk on Scotch. The bearded prospector grinned at me from the napkin I’d pinned to the wall. I’d nearly torn the thing to shreds more than once. He was just so fucking annoying—

On a whim, I typedbar annoying prospectorinto Google.

Immediately, a photo taken in a bar appeared.Grinning, drunken faces...and, beside them, a puppet version of the prospector. The text below griped about how annoying the thing was.

It was so unexpected, after days of failure, that I just stared at it in shock. Then I saw that they’d tagged the bar’s Facebook page. I grabbed the mouse and clicked.

Lucky Pete’s.Gold Lake, Texas.

50

Lily

I grinnedas I unloaded my last bag from the trunk of my Toyota and added it to the pile.

Bull walked out of the stables...and stopped dead.

My grin faltered. “What?” I asked blankly.

He stared at my bags. “What’sthat?!”

I looked down at my backpack. And suitcase. And laptop bag. And the bag for my spare batteries and cables. And the garbage sack holding pillows and blankets. “My stuff?”