“You…you don’t know who I am, do you?”
I frowned, but Micah spoke. “Up until you shared your name, I thought you were Ann Marie Townsend.”
“Should we?” I asked. She wasn’t a past girlfriend. While I’d had more than a few, I wasn’t that much of an asshole to not even remember what they looked like.
She shrugged. “Nope.”
I couldn’t miss the way she seemed to relax before our eyes. Her shoulders lost the tension and she gave a small laugh and it made her eyes sparkle. Yes, fucking sparkle. I hadn’t used the word “sparkle” to describe anything in my life. Until now.
“I think there’s something we need to get out of the way.”
Her delicate brow arched. “Oh?”
I nodded, stepped into her personal space. Instinctively, she stepped back. I moved in again and I worked her backward until she bumped into the wood logs of the cabin. “Oh,” she gasped.
I placed one hand by her head, the other brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m going to kiss you.”
I wanted to give her fair warning, so if she wanted to say no, she could. I didn’t kiss—or do anything else—with an unwilling woman, but I knew she wanted it. I saw it in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed ever brighter. Slowly, I lowered my head, watched her lips part in surprise.
She was so soft, her mouth full and pliant. I flicked my tongue over her lower lip, tasted her. When her tongue flicked out to meet mine, she whimpered. Yes, she was as sweet as I imagined. Her eyes were hazy with desire when I lifted my head. I didn’t move, just waited as she collected herself.
“There. No more embarrassment. Your interest is reciprocated.”
“Hey, what about me?” I heard Micah say from behind me.
She smiled and I pushed off the wall, let Micah see her, to have his turn.
He crooked his finger and she walked toward him. Ah, sweet and eager to please. With an arm banding about her waist, Micah lifted her up onto her tiptoes for a kiss of his own. When he finally lifted his head, he nuzzled his nose along her jaw, slowly lowered her back to the ground.
“Get on the house phone and cancel the ride,” Micah said, his voice an octave lower than before. Yeah, he was as affected as me. And by just a damned kiss.
She frowned, put her fingers to her lips.
“Don’t worry, Lacey, we’re still going. I don’t kiss—or do other things—with my clients. Cancel and then we’ll go for a ride.”
She looked to me. “I’m off the clock. I was headed home until I saw you. Sugar, go for a ride with us and maybe, if you’re still inclined, you can climb on our cocks and go for a different kind of ride later.”
Nodding once, she went inside. I heard her talking to the front desk, but I glanced at Micah. He shifted his cock. “Fuck, yes.”
I didn’t reply since she came back out.
“All right. I’ll go with you.”
Micah grinned. Broadly. “Ever ridden a horse before?”
“Ever ridden a cowboy before?” I added, with a wink.
She bit her lip—the lip I now knew was soft and plush—glanced away, then back. She lifted her chin and gave us both a saucy smile. “I’m pretty much a city slicker, but I don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
Holy. Fuck. My cock went from a semi to ready to fuck with that once sentence. Micah cleared his throat. I had no doubt he was thinking the same thing. I looked her over again. Took in every inch of her because I wanted to get her really, really dirty and I knew she’d like it. No, she’d fucking love it.
“Fine. Good,” Micah said. “If you’re new to this, don’t you worry, you’ll be in good hands.” He glanced at me, giving me the perfect opening.
“That’s right,” I added. Lightning had struck and she wasn’t married. No husband, no boyfriend. She wasn’t claimed. Yet. And there was no way in hell I was letting Micah go off into the woods alone with her. The house framing could wait. It was as if Fate had stepped in and given us this opportunity. To make Lacey The One. “Micah and I will ensure you have an adventure you’ll never forget.”
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Lacey