The Rancher and The City Girl (Tempting the Rancher 1)

“No strings,” she whispered. “Just tonight.”

“Just tonight,” he agreed. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her lower body out of the truck. She shrieked, afraid she’d land on her ass in the gravel, but he held her there, his body wedged between her legs.

Legs that he wrapped around his waist.

He shoved his jeans low on his hips and ripped open the condom, wrapping himself quickly. “Hold on tight, darlin’.”

She’d been about to ask what, exactly, he expected her to hold on to when, with a tight grip on her hips, he plunged into her. Hard.

Her breath stalled and her body struggled to adjust to his thickness. He was solid as stone and felt so amazing, it snapped her still-simmering orgasm from earlier into full gear.

“Jesus, woman, I can feel you milking my cock already,” he said through gritted teeth. “Feels so damn good.”

She choked out a sob, her orgasm leaving her trembling mess. She needed more. Wanted to give him more. Despite his hands still gripping her hips, she lifted each time he surged forward, taking him a little deeper.

He growled, and her sex fluttered around him. Oh, he liked that. His fingers dug into her ass and he fucked her harder.

“Oh my God. Tripp, you’re going to make me come again,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut and reaching above her to grab the steering wheel.

“Good,” he said, and drove faster. Harder. “I want to feel you.”

His hips slammed into her thighs; his belt buckle slapped her ass. The gravel shifted under his feet, and the truck rocked with each wicked thrust. She cried out, so close to giving him what he wanted.

In a move too fast for her to register, he yanked her off his cock and up to his mouth. He grinned and shock crackled through her belly. She’d known Tripp was strong, but holy shit. She was totally at his mercy.

And it made her hot as hell.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his teeth across the sensitive bud. Heat, blinding in its intensity, flashed through her body, and she screamed. “Tripp!”

He growled and impaled on her on his cock. She’d never come so hard in her life. Like a hot coal thrown through a glass window, she burned out from the inside.

“I feel you, darlin’,” he rasped, taking her over and over, fucking her through her pleasure. “I’m there, too…I’m coming…”

He hit her deep and shuddered, flexing his hips, riding out his own orgasm buried to the hilt with his head thrown back and his mouth open on a groan.

She loved the idea, the feel, of this strong man coming apart for her.

She closed her eyes as they both came down, taking in the sound of their heavy breathing and the delicious heat of their connection. When she finally opened her eyes, she blinked at the bright stars shining through the sunroof of the truck.

She definitely wasn’t in California anymore.

Chapter Three

“Wake up, my beautiful girl…”

Charlotte recognized the sweet voice, but her eyes were still shut, sleep clogging her brain. It took a minute, but she managed to push past the exhaustion and open her eyes.

“Good morning, honey,” Grammy said.

Grammy’s face was a bit fuzzy, but it got clearer and clearer as the exhaustion still clinging to Charlotte slipped away. She blinked a few times, bringing the world and her sweet grandmother into focus.

“You didn’t have to sleep here all night,” Grammy said.

Charlotte sat up from the slouched position in the chair in the corner of her grandmother’s room and winced at the knot in her neck. She technically hadn’t been there all night, but she had come back to the recovery room after her “date” with Tripp.

It had been a long twelve hours.

Eventful, but long.