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  “I don’t remember a thing after…” I blush, making a face, and he grins. His hand tightens around my waist.

  “Same.”

  “Why are we here?”

  “At Law’s bar?” He frowns. “Fuck if I know.” He pauses. “Wait, were we…”

  My breath catches, my heart skipping a beat, wondering if he’s suddenly remembered the whole marriage thing.

  “Were we celebrating something?”

  I swallow thickly, breathing a deep sigh. “Uh, the inheritance maybe?”

  He shrugs. “That had to be it.” Suddenly, he turns towards me. “Did you drive us here?”

  I make a face. “God I hope not. Did you?”

  Silas makes a similar face. “Fuck I hope not.”

  He glances down at the clock on the dashboard and swears.

  “Shit. Mort’s lawyer is going to be at my place soon.” He turns to me. “You ready for this?”

  A shiver of heat teases through me as his hand tightens on my side, and I nod.

  He puts the truck into gear, and as we pull out of Law’s parking lot, I wonder if I’m ready for any of this…

  Chapter 8

  Silas

  My hands grip the wheel with white knuckles, my jaw clenched as I roar on back up the hill to my place. My eyes glare at the road, but damned if I don’t keep sneaking glances her way, my eyes taking her in and my blood pumping a little faster.

  It’s infuriating how easily she slips under my skin — how easily she cuts to the core of me. Infuriating, but shit, addictive too. Dangerously so. No other woman has ever turned my head like her. No other woman has ever made me feel a thing compared to what this girl sets in motion inside of me.

  But this is a dangerous game, and I know it. She needs to play one role here, and that’s it. Getting involved with her in any other capacity is fucking stupid. She doesn’t know the amount, but she knows there’s money. She knows there's a fucking lot of it too, since I dropped one million as my first offer like a fucking moron. But then, she doesn’t seem like the gold digger type. Hell, looking at her ex — and I have, stalking his lame ass on social media — if she is, she’s picking the wrong guys. That guy was a broke loser.

  Last night though…shit. I groan at the memories, gritting my teeth as my cock swells between my legs.

  Last night was a slip up. That was me losing fucking control. But then, keeping control around her seems to be a fucking problem for me. Big time.

  The plan seemed so simple at first: I saw her, I took her, and I’d use her to seal the deal on the inheritance. And then…well, shit, guess I hadn’t thought through that far ahead. Or I had, but step four in my head only involved claiming her, and taking her — fucking her as she screamed for more and emptying my cum deep inside of her tight little pussy.

  My cock pulses at the thought.

  My first thought when I’d opened my groggy eyes just now back in Law’s damn parking lot was wondering if I’d fucked her. But, no, I know I didn’t. My memory isn’t that foggy, despite the inhuman about of moonshine we drank last night. There are gaps in my mental timeline, but I’d damn well know if I’d fucked her.

  Now tasting her, though? Tasting that sweet little peach of a pussy before? Fuck, yes. That, I fucking remember, and that I want more of. Now. I need more of that. I’m craving the taste of her gorgeous little cunt like an addict fiending for another hit.

  Winona says something next to me, dragging me from my thoughts of her thighs wrapping around my head as I tongue-fuck her pussy.

  “What?”

  She frowns, pushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear in this way that just gets me.

  “Where the hell did this dress come from?”

  “Someone left it at my place.”

  She wrinkles her nose, and I grin.

  “Relax, it’s my cousin’s.”

  Her brow flies up and I roll my eyes.

  “Oh, c’mon. I might be a hillbilly but I’m not that kind of hillbilly. Taylor’s like a damn kid sister to me.”

  “And she leaves sundresses at your little shack?”

  There’s an accusatory tone in her voice that gets me grinning harder. Shit, is that jealousy I detect?

  “Yeah, she does. Her brothers, Colton and Shepherd, are both close by in Sugar County. But they both got farms and houses these days — growing families and all that shit. So when she comes through town—”

  “She’d rather stay with you up in your creepy cabin than a nice farmhouse?”

  I roll my eyes. “Anyone ever tell you the you’ve got a smart mouth?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “They ain’t wrong.”

  A smile teases her lips, and we drive on in silence. I turn, my eyes glancing over those soft lips, and the hunger blooms through me.

  Fuck. I want that mouth again. I want to taste those lips as she moans for more. I want to suck her tongue between mine and show her how mine she is. And I want that mouth another way too. Fuck, I can half remember her sliding that mouth over my rock-hard cock last night. But now that I’m clearheaded, I want a replay. I want to feel that tongue on my balls as she makes me come, begging me for my cum.

  My hand slides to her bare thigh before I even know it, and she gasps.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Sliding my hand up your leg.”

  She shivers, her eyes darting over me. “You can’t just—”

  “Yes I can,” I growl, my hand tightening on her smooth, supple skin, the heat of her body teasing through my fingertips and making me want her even more. She swallows, eying me, that flush creeping to her cheeks.

  “Now,” I groan quietly, sliding my hand along her skin, pushing higher against the hem of that sundress. “Just how fucking wet is that naughty little pussy right now.”

  “It’s— it’s not,” she breathes, biting her lip.

  I make a tsking sound, shaking my head. “I don’t know if I can marry someone who lies, sweetheart.”

  She whimpers as my hand slides higher, shaking her head. “I’m— I’m not lying.”

  “Sure about that?”

  My hand pushes under the hem, pushing the whole damn dress up high. My fingers tease over the inside of her thigh, easing their way higher. Memories of this dress from last night come rushing back in flashes. Winona is taller than Taylor. Bustier too, that’s for damn sure. But fuck, all I remember is that we both wanted a drink at a bar, and she was naked. The only thing in my place was this sundress that Taylor left probably months ago when she was up visiting when my cousin, her brother Colton, got married.

  Thinking of Winona in it though? Fuck.

  There are blackouts from last night, but I remember waltzing into Law’s dive bar, the Black Lung, ready to celebrate. I remember laughing with this crazy girl on my arm, popping quarters in the jukebox and playing songs we could dance to. Shit, I’ve never done anything like that, and here she was getting me to goddamn dance. At Law’s goddamn bar of all places.

  I remember her swirling to the music, that flirty little hemline riding up high, and knowing that I was the only one in there who knew damn well she wasn’t wearing any fucking panties underneath it. I remember the warning looks I gave some of the other guys in that bar. They might’ve peeked, but once they realized she was with me — the damn devil of the hills, they looked away real quick.

  Good.

  Because she’s mine. Mine and mine only.

  I push my finger higher, my cock throbbing at my jeans.

  “Moment of truth, darlin’,” I growl. “Not wet, huh?” My finger traces the crease between her thigh and her pussy, and her breath catches sharply in her throat

  “Bullshit.”

  My fingers slide over, and across her soft, velvety lips and I groan. Fucking soaked. Her slick honey literally trickles down my fingers the second I touch her, making my hand wet and sticky with her.

  “Pretty little liar,” I growl, tsking again. My fingers tease over her dripping wet pussy, and Win
ona whimpers in pleasure.

  “Lying to your own fiancé?”

  She blushes, chewing on her bottom lip. My hand moves against her soft cunt, fingers teasing up and down her slit. I spread her lips, easing one finger between them and stroking up and down, letting it rub over her clit as she moans quietly in the truck. I growl, gripping the wheel tight with one hand and rubbing her dripping wet pussy with the other as the sounds of her pleasure fill the cab.

  We’re almost home though, and so I pull my fingers from between her lips. I bring them to my mouth, and I watch her watch me with big, hungry eyes as I slide my sticky fingers between my lips and suck them clean.

  Fucking shit, my cock is so fucking hard. It’s like the taste of her is goddamn instant Viagra. Like just the sweetness of her pussy on my tongue makes my balls swell with even more cum.

  Winona moans, wide-eyed as she watches me lick her pussy juices from my fingers. I pull us up to the cabin and shut off the engine, and suddenly, we’re crashing together.

  Her mouth crushes to mine, moaning into my lips as I growl into hers. My hands slide into her hair, yanking her against me as her hands slide up my forearms, clinging to me. I groan as I push her back into the seat, spreading those legs wide as I shove the dress up to her waist. Heat thunders through me as my eyes lock on that gorgeous little cunt — pink, glistening wet, and so fucking ready for me. So goddamn inviting, and tempting.

  So fucking mine to taste.

  I start to kiss and bite my way up her thighs, yanking my jeans open and pulling my cock out as I move higher. My tongue drags over her pussy, and she goes wild, throwing her head back and clawing at the window behind her. I shove her legs wider apart — one bare foot up on the dash and the knee hooked over the back of the bench seat. I groan into her, running my tongue up and down those velvety lips before I plunge inside, making her squeal as I start to fuck her with my tongue.

  My hands grip her thighs as my tongue teases up to her clit, swirling over the little bud as she whimpers, panting for more. And I’m gonna give her more.

  She squeals as I flip us both over, rolling onto my back and dragging her onto my face with me. She moans as I grab her ass, pulling her down onto my mouth as her legs spread to either side of my head. Her soft little pink cunt drops against my mouth, and this time, I push my tongue deep inside of her.

  “Ride my tongue, baby girl,” I growl into her. “Ride that tongue and make that pussy cum all over my chin.”

  Winona cries out in pleasure as my strong hands grip her ass tight — fingers sinking into her skin as I start to move her hips over me. She starts to move with my motions, rocking her body and letting my tongue tease over her dripping wet cunt as she rides my face.

  “Such a bad little girl,” I growl. I bring a hand back and then let it slap against her ass, making her squeal in pleasure as she grinds her pussy into my lips. “Fuck that tongue. Let me taste every single inch of your pretty little pussy.”

  Her moans fill the truck, and my cock is so fucking hard — throbbing up from between my legs and dripping precum all over my abs. I feel Winona twist on me, and when her hands slide down my body, I groan. I can feel her fingers circle — or try to circle my cock, and when she starts to stroke me up and down, I roar into her.

  I twist her around, making her gasp as I swing her legs over and plant her back down on my face. My lips suck at her clit, my tongue darting over it, but this time, she’s facing my cock. She moans, taking it in both hands and stroking it as I push my tongue deep inside, fucking it in and out before I pull back.

  Winona leans over me, and when I feel her breath tease against my swollen head, I close my eyes and groan. Her soft, pouty lips slide over me, sucking me into her soft, wet mouth, and my cock fucking lurches. I grab that tight little ass with both hands and bring her down to my hungry mouth, teasing her clit before I draw my tongue back to tease her puckered little asshole. She goes wild, bucking against my tongue and moaning so fucking deeply around my cock as I tongue-fuck her forbidden ass.

  I move back to her pussy, lips circling her clit again and making her scream around my cock. I groan, the hot, wet heaven of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft, sucking me deep and making my balls swell with cum. Her tongue darts around my crown, swirling over the edge of me, making me growl like a beast. She inhales my cock into her throat, I groan into her pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit.

  I’m not going to last much longer. I fight it, gripping her ass even tighter and making her pussy drip for me as I push my tongue deep inside. One finger delves between her cheeks, teasing at her tight little hole as I tongue-fuck her pussy. I drag my mouth to her clit, sucking on it and batting it with my tongue until I feel her start to whimper louder and louder, and buck her hips even harder against me.

  “Oh, fuck, Silas!” She cries out, trembling on top of me, whimpering. “I—I’m— you’re going…”

  “Come for me, baby girl.” I groan into her cunt, flicking her clit again and again as I spank her ass. “Let me taste that sweet honey. Let me taste every fucking drop of that naughty-girl cum. Let me make this pussy come all over my fucking mouth right now.”

  My lips suck at her clit as my tongue swirls around it, and Winona loses it. She screams, crying out as the orgasm thunders into her before she drops that hot little mouth back to my cock. She fucking inhales me, slurping my fat cock deep into her mouth, and the feel of her coming for me and the taste of her sweetness flooding my lips is the last I can take.

  I roar into her as I come, my balls twitching and my cock pulsing as rope after rope of sticky, hot cum pumps down her throat. I groan, rocking my hips up and fucking her mouth as I pump shot after shot of my cum into her hungry mouth, all while tasting her juices as they run down my chin.

  Yeah, forget whatever plan I had. Forget whatever notion I had of just using her to get this deal done.

  No, I saw her.

  I took her.

  I’m never letting her go.

  She’s mine now.

  Forever.

  Chapter 9

  Winona

  The lawyer, a Mr. Chesterworth, looks at me closely, his brow furrowed.

  “And how exactly did you meet Mr. King here?”

  His tone is accusatory, as it’s been since the second he walked in. Which was basically five minutes after Silas and I made it into the house after he rocked my world out in the truck. We’d come stumbling into the door, half yanking our clothes off and me ready to let him, well, do whatever he wanted with me, when he’d looked at the clock and swore.

  And now, here we are, in front of the one-man firing squad of Mr. Chesterworth. We’ve barely had time to discuss what we’re going to say. That and I almost can’t even believe I’m playing along with this, with the man who stole me out of the damn creek, naked.

  Who tied me to a chair.

  Who made me come harder and bigger with his heavenly mouth than I’ve ever come before. The man who drove me wild — who looks at me like he wants to devour me, and that looks sets something on fire inside of me that I’ve never felt before.

  I blush, thinking of the truck just now — of his mouth on me, and mine on him. I think of that huge throbbing cock against my tongue, spurting as his cum pumped deep into my throat. My pussy clenches at the memory, my thighs tightening.

  …And I’m still not wearing panties. I should probably do something about that at some point.

  “Ms. Trace,” Mr. Chesterworth mutters, yanking me from my filthy day-dreaming.

  “A dating site.”

  “Which one,” he fires back immediately.

  I swallow. “Uh, Tinder?”

  “You met a man three states away from where you reside, who lives in the woods almost off the grid on Tinder and within, what, two weeks, are engaged to be married?”

  “When you know, you know,” Silas grins that half-crazy-looking cocky grin at the lawyer, putting a hand over my shoulders. I shiver heatedly at the touch.

  Mr. Chesterwo
rth frowns. “I was asking Ms. Trace.”

  I smile, turning to Silas. “That’s okay honey,” I say sweetly, laying it on thick. “I don’t mind the questions.”

  I’m hamming this way up, and he knows it. I turn back to the lawyer.

  “He’s right, though. When you know, you just know.” I smile widely. “Silas and I, well, we just hit it off instantly.”

  “Over?”

  “Pardon?”

  Mr. Chesterworth’s stare is unflinching. “You hit it off instantly over what?”

  “You supposed to ask all these questions?” Silas growls.

  Mr. Chesterworth swings his hard look to him. “For this sort of money? Yes, Mr. King, I am. Your uncle wasn’t just a client, he was a good friend. And I don’t want his fortune to be, uh, bamboozled by anyone. So, what, precisely did you bond over, Ms. Trace?”

  “Moonshine.”

  He frowns. “Moonshine?”

  “Hooch? Homemade liqu—”

  “I’m aware of what moonshine is,” he hisses through clenched teeth. He has the look of a man who’s fairly sure he’s being screwed, but not entirely sure how, and less sure how to prove it. But that doesn’t stop him from eyeing us both warily.

  Suddenly, he stands abruptly.

  “I’ll be returning for a follow up visit shortly.”

  Silas and I glance at each other before we also stand. Mr. Chesterworth glances around Silas’s tiny hunting cabin.

  “It doesn’t seem like you live here, Ms. Trace.”

  On that, I have to agree with him. The tiny, rough cabin is definitely a man’s space. It lacks what you might call “a woman’s touch.” I’ll add that it also lacks the touch of a broom, mop, or duster.”

  “Well, I do now!”

  “And that’s what I’ll be checking on next time,” he mutters back as he reaches down and plucks his briefcase and notepad off the small wooden dining room table.

  “What the fuck are you looking for,” Silas growls. “Fucking lacy curtains? Tampons in the bathroom?”