Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

His body shook, and it took her a full two seconds to realize he was laughing. “You are something else.”

“As long as I’m something else that will be coming in short order.” Never in her life had she been this forward with anything sexual, but she felt like she might burst apart at the seams if he didn’t answer the beat pulsing through her body.

It was easier to demand it because this was Adam. He wasn’t her boyfriend, no matter what they were pretending. He wasn’t even a friend, really. He was just a seriously sexy guy doing her a favor that might nominate him for sainthood. She gasped when he grabbed her butt, sealing their bodies together. Okay, maybe not sainthood.

“Just this once.”

She wasn’t sure she could handle more than once. “Sure. Whatever you say.” As long as you don’t stop.

He hooked her leg higher and thrust against her, building up to the rhythm that had driven her so crazy. His mouth was on her neck, his words pouring over her. “I lied, sugar. I make you come once, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself from doing it again. It’s what a good boyfriend would do.”

“Fake…boyfriend.” She could barely get the words out past the pleasure spiking through her. Her orgasm rolled over her, setting her nerves aflame and making her entire body go tight and hot. “Holy crap.”

His laugh was almost a growl against her skin. “A fake boyfriend who gives you real orgasms.” He held her for a few seconds, long enough for her to realize he was still hard as a rock. Adam didn’t give her a chance to comment on it, though. He sat back and adjusted his jeans, leaving her to do the same.

Jules fixed her clothing, feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience. Had she really just dry humped her fake boyfriend in his pickup until he made her come? She had to say something, right now, otherwise they were going to devolve into what might be the most awkward situation of her life. She cleared her throat and looked around. “Oh, wow, this was a good call. I see Sheriff Taylor’s police cruiser down the road. He saw something for sure, and he gossips worse than Mrs. Peterson.”

There was a pause. And then finally, “Yep. That was the plan.”

The words came out flat, and she twisted to look at him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry that I basically just strong-armed you into giving me an orgasm.” Humiliation rolled over her despite her determination to push herself beyond her limits. “You tried to stop and I said no and, oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

Adam turned to face her again. “Sugar, you couldn’t have forced me if you wanted to.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans, where it was still blatantly obvious that he was sporting an erection. “Don’t you dare try to take that orgasm from me. It was mine.”

She stared at his lap, not quite having the courage to stroke him despite the fact her palm was plastered there. “I, uh…”

“If it makes you feel better, next time I’ll be the one giving the orders.”

Next time. She blinked up at him. “You really weren’t joking about making this as believable as possible, were you?”

His mouth flattened, but then Adam smiled and she was sure she’d misread the expression. “I never joke about fake relationships.”

“Hilarious.” She realized she was still palming him and yanked her hand back. “But, seriously, you have to stop me when I’m out of line. I know we were just doing it for show but—”

“Sugar, stop. Remember what I said about overthinking? You’re doing it again. Sit back and relax, and let the rumor mill do its job.” Before she could answer, he pulled away from the side of the road, and, two minutes later, they were in the parking lot and he shut off the engine. “Brace yourself. It’s showtime.”Chapter SixAdam was having a hell of a time focusing on what Jules was saying. She was obviously really passionate about it, which was making him think of what else she’d be passionate about. Again. Every time she smiled, his cock jumped, reminding him that he hadn’t gotten the same release she’d so obviously enjoyed back in the cab of his truck.

For fuck’s sake, focus.

“…but I’m boring you. I’m so sorry.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I’m prattling on and you’d obviously rather be anywhere else but here.” Her self-deprecating smile tugged at him. “I don’t get out much, and the stuff I talk about with Aubry isn’t exactly fit for polite company, and when I get nervous, I start rambling and, seriously, just tell me to shut up right now or I’m going to keep going.”

“Jules, breathe.”

She took a gasping breath. “Right. Sorry again.”