Because I’m feeling a little lazy today, I’m posting a random excerpt. Keep in mind, it’s unedited, so any typos or poor word choices are entirely my fault! And because it’s sexy, you better be old enough to read it! 😛

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The meager light from the dash didn’t pierce the intimate silence that settled inside the cab of Justin’s truck. Dani snuggled close to Justin all the way to Rowe’s ranch. His hand smoothed along her side, sliding under her arm to cup her breast and squeeze. She lifted her arm to give him access. Then his hand glided down, right between her legs, and she eased her thighs apart.

“Should have worn a damn skirt,” he grumbled.

She laughed and unbuckled her belt, opened her pants and eased back, giving him room to sneak his hand inside.

His fingers slid into the melting excitement that oozed from deep inside her. Callused fingertips glided over her hard little clit and right inside her pussy, but not deep enough to ease the ache.

“Justin…Justin…,” she moaned, rolling her head on his shoulder as he swirled.

She dropped a hand between his legs and cupped the hard bulge of his cock.

A soft curse lifted her hair, and the truck veered off the road.

Dani smiled and opened her eyes as the truck’s tires ground in gravel. “Get out,” he said, roughly.

Rowe’s warning about Justin not appreciating an easy conquest flitted through her mind, but her body overruled her common sense.

Ever since the two men had pinned her between them, dueling cocks grinding into her soft belly and ass, she’d shivered with excitement, tension building so tightly inside her core she thought she’d explode the second Justin pushed his cock inside her.

She scooted across the seat, opened the door, and slid to the ground.

Justin’s door crashed, and he stomped around the truck. His jaw was taut, his eyes glittering with sexy menace in the moonlight.

Dani quivered at the tension radiating from his bunched shoulders. He opened her door wider and grabbed her hips to lift her to the edge of her seat. Her sandals fell away; her pants were peeled down her legs. His zipper scraped, he donned a condom, and then he was there—stepping up on the running board and pushing his cock inside her.

His groan was only slightly less desperate than her own. He pulsed his hips, grinding into her. A thumb flicked her clit, but Dani needed more. She lifted her legs and slid her calves over the tops of his shoulders.

Justin grunted his approval and slammed deeper.

“Hardly seems fair…,” she groaned.

“What?” he asked, sounding irritated.

“We’re keeping Rowe waiting.” Not that she really cared with Justin’s cock plunging fast and deep, but she did like to talk.

“He’ll figure it out. It’s his own damn fault anyway.”

“How’s that? He wasn’t the one with his hand down my pants.”

“He pulled you onto the dance floor and shoved his dick against you while everyone was watching.”

Dani grinned. “Only person who gave a damn was you.”

“Your point?” Justin halted his movements and pulled out most of the way. His hand slid around the base of his cock and he squeezed, closing his eyes and dragging in deep breaths.

Dani wished he hadn’t stopped, but she did enjoy the sight of him—tight-faced and trembling—as he fought for control.

At last, he drew one long shuddering breath and opened his eyes.

Dani locked gazes with him and reached down to slide her hands beneath her shirt and push it up to expose her breasts. Then she tugged her nipples, panting as her whole body quaked at the heat tightening his face.

Justin leaned back and plucked her clit with his thumb and forefinger.

Her pussy clenched around him, and tension curled deep inside her body. “You have an effective way of ending a conversation,” she gasped.

“Not in the mood to talk.”

“I’ve noticed that about you. More an action kind of guy, huh?”

“Can’t talk…my dick’s ready to blow.” He leaned over her again, his hands landing on the seat on either side of her waist.

“Don’t you think you ought to hurry it up a bit? Someone might see.” Not that she really gave a damn, she was that close.

“Don’t see any cars. You want me to hurry?” His hips circled, and he slowly screwed his cock inside her.

Dani felt like her skin was on fire. “God, Jesus…”

“Got a whole damn host of saints here, baby. Come for me.”

Dani braced her feet against the dash and door, widened her splayed thighs, and tilted her hips.

“That’s it.” Air hissed between clenched teeth. “Let me all the way inside.”

“Justin…?” Dani lifted her head and stared at him. His lower body was hidden in shadow, but the side of his face where moonlight struck shone on sharpened cheeks. His mouth opened, and his teeth gleamed between tight lips. “Come for me, baby.”

Another quick stroke and another slight swirling twist of his hips, and she came apart.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he crooned, thrusting in rapid bursts until the earth stopped tilting and she could breathe again. He pulled free and rolled the condom off his cock. Then he pulled her hand, bringing her up.

Dani reached for his cock, sliding her hand around his hot shaft and stepped down from the truck on shaking legs. Then kneeling in the dirt beside him, she took him into her mouth.

His fingers dug into her scalp, then relaxed, threading through her hair and stroking her softly as she sank forward then drew back, over and over. She stroked her tongue along his length, learning his scent, his taste, loving the satiny texture of his skin, the tight, hard steel beneath.

He dragged one hand from her hair and gripped his shaft at the base, and stroked himself, his fingers meeting her lips each time she engulfed him.

Dani gripped his hips, bracing herself and quickening her motions, craving more, suctioning hard to get him to hurry and give her what she wanted.

Her cowboy groaned and began to crank his hips, pistoning steadily, driving past her tongue, tapping the back of her throat, his motions tight and controlled.

No way was he going to take charge when her mouth was doing all the work. Dani slipped a hand beneath his cock and cupped his velvety sac, gently tugging his balls.

A soft laugh gusted above her. His balls contracted, drawing closer to his groin but she continued to massage them, strengthening the suctioning of her lips until his body shuddered and his thrusts lost rhythm.

Without a single grunted warning, salty gushes of cum spilled into her mouth, coating her tongue.

Her tongue glided in it, painting his cock inside her mouth as she sipped it down, making more noise than he allowed himself, eager to please, eager to prove she was ready for him, wanted him. All of him.

Justin’s hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs pushing on her bottom lip until she came off him. Then he pulled her up, bending to meet her with a kiss that smoothed the cum on her lips, sharing the taste, and sliding into her mouth until her body quivered and she thought she might never want to leave this spot beside the road.

But an engine growled in the distance, and Justin’s head lifted. His eyes narrowed at the approaching lights. His expression shuttered. He dropped his hands and stuffed his shirt into his pants. “Better get dressed.”