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  Glen’s hands drifted lower, leaving her waist to stroke her ass. “I can’t begin to list all the ways I want to take you.”

  She lifted her head to look at him. Her past experiences with sex were fairly tame and certainly nothing to write home about. “Tell me.”

  He shook his head. “No. I’m going to show you.” He led her to the bed. She sank down on the edge of the mattress, slightly shocked when Glen knelt in front of her. He pressed her legs open. “Put your knees over my shoulders.”

  She moved into position, squeaking when Glen lost no time running his tongue along her slit.

  “Oh my God.”

  Glen applied pressure to her clit until she squirmed, then he pushed two fingers into her.

  Lorelie fell to her back, her fingers gripping the bedspread as he evoked the most incredible sensations. The best part was that he wasn’t in a hurry. For several minutes, he focused solely on her, on provoking a nonstop litany of moans, groans and squeals.

  “Glen, I…” She was going to come.

  “Wait one second.”

  Wait? What? Um…hell no. He’d worked her up into a frenzy. There was no way she could hold on.

  Then his fingers left her and she cried out, calling him an asshole.

  He grinned. “Speaking of…” He pressed the tip of one wet finger into her anus and her hips jerked roughly.

  Now it was her turn to make the “wait” demand.

  “Don’t worry. Just a little bit more, and then…” His words faded as he pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. His tongue found her clit again before dropping lower to thrust inside her. He fucked her with it, the finger in her ass moving in and out slowly.

  The sensations were foreign, overwhelming. Amazing.

  She tightened her knees on his head, her ankles digging into his back to spur him on. God, she’d never been so demanding, so needy.

  “I have to…I…God…”

  Glen didn’t stop, didn’t ask or give permission. Instead, he pushed her onward, toward the point of no return until…

  Lorelie cried out, her body trembling as she came. Glen slowed his motions, but didn’t stop until the storm had passed completely.

  Her legs fell off his shoulders as if they weighed two tons. He rose, standing next to the bed. Lorelie let her gaze travel along his body leisurely, starting at his hungry eyes, working their way over his muscular chest and not stopping until she found what she really wanted.

  She crooked her fingers, her legs sliding open. She was empty when she needed to be full.

  Glen grasped his cock, stroking the hard flesh slowly.

  “Glen,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her previous cries.

  “Crawl up in the middle of the bed.”

  She moved into position as he watched.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed as he turned to walk toward the door.

  “Where are you—”

  “Shh. Don’t worry, darlin’. Just forgot to grab a condom.” He bent over to pull his wallet from his pants before returning to the bed. “You’re an impatient little thing.”

  “If you expect an apology, you’re destined for disappointment. My current state is your fault. You and those romantic notions of yours.”

  His smile faded. “Damn. Thanks for the reminder.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I swear to God, if you say we’re stopping—”

  “We’re not. But we’re missing some stuff.” She pushed herself to a sitting position, watching as Glen closed the blinds, making the dim room even darker. It was dusk and the sun was already low in the sky. He lit the candle that sat on her dresser and then the one on her nightstand. Then he pressed his iPhone into the speakers on her bookshelf, tapping the screen until he found what he was looking for.

  Glen was a musician. He lived for the song. So it didn’t surprise her that he had the perfect music for the occasion. She was pretty sure there wasn’t a girl in the world who didn’t melt whenever a George Strait love song played.

  “What do you think?” he asked as he returned to the bed.

  “It’s perfect.” It really was. No one had ever taken such care to make her happy.

  Glen climbed on the bed, not stopping until she was caged beneath him. Then he bent lower and kissed her. Whatever control he’d managed to maintain until that moment appeared to have vanished. He took her lips in a bruising kiss she felt all the way to her toes.

  He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging it until she gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured.

  “You won’t.” She wanted the roughness. After a lifetime of lukewarm sex, she wanted the craving, the ravenousness. She wanted to indulge in her own need to leave a few marks on Glen. As such, she dug her nails into his shoulders. This time it was his turn to gasp.

  “Wildcat, huh? I like that.”

  He kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers. She lost all concept of time as they touched and tasted, pinched and pulled.

  By the time he rolled the condom on, she was on fire.

  Glen paused when he placed the head of his cock at her opening, his gaze seeking hers.

  Neither of them spoke as he pressed inside, but to Lorelie, it felt as if he’d sung her an entire song with just his eyes. Once he was seated to the hilt, he smiled and she returned it.

  “Finally,” she whispered.

  He released a quiet snort. “It’s only been a week, Lori.”

  “Felt like forever.”

  “Forever,” he whispered as he began to move inside her. His motions were slow and easy at first, but neither of them was satisfied with that for long.

  Lorelie wrapped her ankles around his waist, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

  Glen kissed her again as they moved in unison. When Lorelie was close, he helped her along, rubbing her clit until she saw stars and came, screaming his name.

  As her orgasm began to wane, she realized Glen was still inside, hard, moving slower.

  “Ready for more?”

  There was more? Damn. A girl could get used to this.

  She nodded, and then scowled when Glen pulled out of her completely. “I think you need to look up the word more in the dictionary, then flip back to the word less.”

  Glen laughed. “Roll over, smartass.”

  “Oh,” she said in delight, twisting until she was facedown on the bed. Glen knelt behind her and lifted her hips until she was on all fours.

  “Hey,” she said loudly when he placed a slap on her bare ass.

  “For your information, I know exactly what the word more means.”

  He proved it when he touched her. She was wet, hot and ready. She sighed with relief when he pushed his cock back inside her, shoving in hard and fast.

  Within minutes, he had her right back at the brink of coming, but this time she wasn’t alone. Glen’s fingers tightened, gripping her hips roughly as he pulled her against him so fast, it took her breath away.

  Lorelie went over a split second before him, her orgasm washing over her like a powerful waterfall. It pounded and pulsed so strongly, she thought she’d be swept away forever. Glen called out her name, making it sound like a prayer as he came as well.

  Glen pulled away first, rising to dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, he wrapped her in his arms, her head resting against his chest once more.

  “Think I could convince Oakley to let me skip work tomorrow?” he asked.

  She lifted her head and grinned. “Technically, with my dad away, I’m the boss.”

  “In that case, can I have the day off?”

  “Are you sick?” she joked.

  He shook his head. “Nope. But I do intend to spend the entire day in bed.”

  She placed her head back on his chest. “A whole day in bed sounds like heaven.”

  “Yeah. We haven’t even started to put a dent in that list of mine. We’re going to need the time.”

  Lorelie giggled.
“I like the sound of that too. Hungry?”

  “Starving,” Glen said as he kissed her.

  “I meant for food,” she said. “We missed dinner.”

  He lifted one shoulder. “Maybe later. Don’t like the idea of you putting clothes on again. Besides, I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet.”

  “Well,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him closer. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.”

  She meant her words as a joke, but when Glen rolled her to her back, she realized he wasn’t kidding. “Seriously? That was like zero recovery time.”

  “What can I say? You inspire me.”

  “How many condoms are in that wallet?”

  “Not enough. We might have to break into Joel and Oakley’s cabin and steal from their stash.”

  Lorelie laughed. “Oh man. I love that idea.”

  “Something tells me you plan to confess to the crime.”

  “Of course I do. As far as I’m concerned, they still owe you for that hazing.”

  “Agreed. But we’re covered for this round. And the next one.”

  Lorelie kissed his chin, then let her lips travel down to his neck.

  “I love your mouth on me,” he whispered. “And your hands.”

  His words encouraged her to add to her explorations. She grasped his cock, stroking it slowly, enjoying his quiet groan. When it became too much for him, he pulled her hand away and slid lower, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

  Lorelie ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. “One day in bed isn’t going to be enough. God, a year wouldn’t be enough for this.”

  She hadn’t meant to speak those words aloud. One thing they appeared to have reached a tacit agreement on in this past week was that they didn’t talk about the future, about Glen’s imminent return to Nashville.

  He lifted his head and looked at her, his expression too serious.

  Great job, Lorelie. Way to kill the moment.

  “You’re right,” he said. “It won’t be enough.”

  Glen looked like he wanted to say more, but Lorelie was too afraid to hear it. So she shoved on his shoulder, pushing him to his back as she straddled his hips. His cock was nestled between her legs, and she began to rub against it.

  “We better get that condom, Butterfly.”

  She twisted to find the wallet he’d tossed at the foot of the bed. Pulling one out, she slid the condom on him, and then lifted her hips. She sank down, her slow pace driving both of them crazy.

  Once he was fully seated, she placed her hands on his chest and savored the moment. It was as if Glen was made just for her, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

  “Ride me, cowgirl,” he urged in a deep, sexy voice that had her pussy clenching. Lifting her hips, she didn’t have the patience to keep the pace gentle. When she pushed downward again, she took him exactly the way she wanted. She wasn’t satisfied with a canter. She wanted a gallop.

  Glen gripped her waist tightly, helping to drive her thrusts, until both of them were sweating, gasping, so fucking close.

  “Glen,” she said, letting him know she was there.

  “Give in, Butterfly. I’m there too.”

  The beloved nickname did the trick. Lorelie cried out as she came, then she cried out in surprise when Glen flipped her to her back and thrust inside her three, four, five more times, before succumbing to his own climax.

  “Jesus,” he muttered, dropping to his elbows above her. Though they were both out of breath, he kissed her thoroughly before withdrawing. He fell to his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Tugging off the condom, he tossed it into the trash can near her bed.

  “Doing okay over there?” she asked after several quiet minutes.

  “I’m not sure.”

  She rolled over to face him, concerned. “Is something wrong?”

  He looked at her. “Physically, no. But I’m starting to understand why I stayed away from romance.”

  “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Me too.”

  “We’re fucked, aren’t we?”

  She nodded. “Afraid so.”

  “Not stopping, are we?”

  “Hell no.”

  He ran his knuckles along her cheek as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “All-in,” he murmured as his eyes drifted shut.

  She kissed him on the cheek, and then closed her own eyes, exhaustion coming to take her despite all the shit whirling around in her head. As long as he was here, it was easy to pretend they weren’t both headed for heartache.

  Mercifully, sleep took her quickly.

  Lorelie cleared the table as Glen leaned back in his chair and sighed.

  “Pretty sure I’ve put on ten pounds in the last week. Damn, I love your cooking.”

  She rolled her eyes. “There’s no way you’ve gained an ounce, considering all the work you’ve been doing around here. If anything, you’ve probably lost weight.”

  “I don’t know. They say muscle is heavier than fat. I’ve been getting one hell of a workout. Actually…” He lifted his shirt. “What do you think?”

  She thought he was ripped, a six-pack sex god. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

  “Is it working?”

  It was so working, but one of them had to be the voice of reason. And for the first time in her life, it looked like it was going to be her. Which sucked. “My dad is going to be home any minute.”

  Glen lowered his shirt reluctantly. “Yeah. Good point. Dammit.”

  They’d spent last night and all day in bed, only rolling out a couple of times in search of food, more condoms—which they did indeed steal from the ranch hands’ stash—and then once more for a long, hot, sexy shower.

  Oakley hadn’t been too pleased when she’d called to see if he’d take care of mucking out the stalls this morning. And he’d been even less happy when she’d informed him she was taking the whole day off and he’d have to fend for himself for meals. It wasn’t unheard of for Joel, Oakley and Sadie to make their own food in their cabin occasionally, but given Sadie’s disdain for cooking, more often than not, Lorelie was the one who kept everyone fed on the ranch.

  Glen stood up and fiddled with the radio as she rinsed off the plates. “Hey. Here’s a good one. Dance with me, Lori.”

  She dried her hands on a towel. “Alan Jackson?”

  Glen nodded and started singing along to “Livin’ on Love”. She loved his voice. When he grasped her hand and spun her toward him, she laughed.

  “You know, you’re a pretty good dancer,” she said as he twirled her around the kitchen. “Seems like you wouldn’t get much practice since you’re always in the band.”

  “I can’t listen to music without wanting to move.”

  Neither of them said anything else as they danced to the quick beat. When that song ended and a slower one started, Glen tugged her closer. Rather than spinning, they swayed. He pressed his cheek against the top of her head as she tightened her arms around his waist.

  It was a sad song, something about Trisha Yearwood lying to the moon, but Lorelie refused to hear the words. She would have plenty of time to be sad after Glen was gone.

  Apparently his thoughts were running along the same lines, the lyrics striking a chord with him, about how he was going to leave her eventually. He leaned away and cupped her cheek. Her gaze met his. “Lori—”

  She shook her head. “No regrets. Ever.”

  Glen pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “Ever.”

  She tipped her face up until her lips touched his. He kissed her softly, but with the same passion she always felt from him.

  She was in love with him. And she was pretty sure he felt the same, but neither one of them would speak the words. How could they?

  It was too soon. And it was going to be over any day.

  “That’s a pretty song.”

  They broke away at the sound of her dad’s voice in the doorway. Lorelie wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but fr
om the look on his face, she’d say long enough.

  Lorelie cleared her throat, struggling to find something to say.

  Glen was quicker on his feet than she was. “How was the trip?”

  “Uneventful,” Dad said. “Looks like it was more interesting here.”

  “Coach—” Glen started.

  “No, no.” Dad lifted his hand to wave off whatever Glen might say. “I don’t mean that in a bad way.” He looked at Lorelie and smiled. “Glad to see you’ve learned how to dance without standing on a man’s feet.”

  Lorelie laughed. As always, Dad knew just what to say to break the tension. “I was seven years old the last time I did that.”

  “You can thank me and my broken toes for those dancing skills of hers,” her dad told Glen. “You’ll have to come to the Valentine’s Dance with us at the community center this weekend, Glen.”

  “I’d like that.” Glen looked at her. “I didn’t know there was a dance.”

  “Slipped my mind,” she lied. Lorelie hadn’t mentioned the dance on purpose, hadn’t let herself hope that he’d still be here by then. His truck was fixed. And while Toby hadn’t contacted him about returning to Nashville, that didn’t mean Glen couldn’t decide to move on. He wasn’t stuck in Quinn. She desperately wanted him to stay, but she wasn’t sure she had the right to ask him.

  “Save all your dances for me,” Glen said.

  She smiled. “I’ll do my best, but I’m a pretty good dancer, and—at the risk of tooting my own horn—very popular.”

  He tugged her hair playfully. “Is that right? Did I mention I’m a famous musician?”

  “Famous?”

  Glen laughed. “Don’t have to worry about my ego around you, do I? Fine. I’m not famous. But I am able to pay my own bills, with enough leftover at the end of every month to buy a pretty girl flowers if the spirit moves me.”

  “Just flowers?”

  “Your daughter is a mercenary, Coach.”

  Her dad laughed. “Naw. Truth is, she’s not the type you can sway with presents. Never was. She gets that from her mother.”

  “I see.” Glen looked at her father. “Got any advice for the poor sap trying to win her affections?”