Page 89 of Unguarded

Fuck, I’m having all kinds of personal realizations now.

“Talk about what?”

“About the picture and why you went to see your ex right after we …” Her voice trails off.

I squeeze her inner thigh. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about with her. I thought she might’ve been the one to take the picture. That’s why I went to see her.”

She sighs. “But she wasn’t. Duke said she called in sick.”

I clear my throat, shifting in my seat before answeringher, “Well, she lied. She came to the ranch, saw us, took the picture, and then went back home.”

Monroe shoots up, staring a hole into the side of my face. “Are you serious?” she whispers.

I glance over at her, swallowing over the lump in my throat at the shocked look in her blue eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am that she did that to you. I’m trying to get to the bottom of who paid her to?—”

She gapes at me. “Someonepaid herfor it?”

I nod, looking back at the street in front of me as I pull up to the local fried chicken restaurant. The drive-through has one car in front of us. I order a family-sized meal with chicken tenders, gravy, extra French fries, rolls, and a large sweet tea.

Monroe grabs the bag of food and starts picking out French fries. I shove the straw into the lid of the sweet tea and hand it over to her. She takes a long sip before letting out a deep, satisfied sigh that goes straight to my groin.

“I haven’t had sweet tea in years,” she hums before taking another drink.

“I have my brother looking into who it could’ve been. Do you know a girl named Hannah who makes sourdough?”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

I pull out onto the street as rain begins to pelt the windows. “Never mind. I don’t want you to stress about it. You won’t have to see her again.”

She leans her head back against the headrest and stares out the windshield.

“I thought you went over there to confess your love to her.” Her voice is quiet.

Something clamps my chest. I glance over at her. She’s chewing on her bottom lip. Her face is scrunched up in deep thought. My boot slams on the brakes as I take a quick left turn. I speed up as the road turns from pavement to packed dirt. It’s getting muddy. Lightning strikes in the distance. After ten minutes, we reach the back corner of Redford Ranch. There’s a gate leading into a pasture. I pull off the road right up to it and shift the truck into park as the raindrops turn into a torrential downpour.

I face her. “Strawberry Wine”by Dianna Carter filters through the speakers. My hand reaches out to grab the food from her, and I set it on the back seat. Her eyes stay lasered in on my lips as my hands grip her hips. I lift her up, placing her on my lap, where my erection is growing. She stretches out her hands to steady herself on my shoulders. Her tongue darts out and wets her pink lips.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I lean into her, inhaling her scent.

She lets out a tiny gasp, fingers squeezing my shoulder muscles.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” I groan, my hand trailing up her waist and underneath her shirt. My fingers scrape against her bare skin.

She stretches her leg over, straddling me. Her fingers leave a trail of electric shocks as she interlaces them behind my neck. “Tell me,” she breathes into my ear, and heat spreads down my neck.

My dick is fully hard now, pressing up against her sweet pussy.

“You can feel it, can’t you, baby? Are you sure you’re ready to hear it?”

I kiss her like it’s the first time again. My lips press into hers, and I savor the taste of Monroe and sweet tea. She moans, grinding against my erection. My tongue dives into her mouth, exploring every inch of her.

I want to feel that mouth around my cock.

My hands scrape against her scalp, tugging her head back until the kiss breaks and her neck is bare to me. She leans back, giving me access to her breasts. I pull the hem of her shirt up and unhook her bra from the back. Her full breasts pop out, nipples erect and the perfect rosy shade. I suck one into my mouth. She whimpers and squeezes her hands tighter around me.

“Cash …”

Lightning strikes outside again, overhead. I trace small circles over the skin of her stomach with my fingertips, knowing what it does to her. I let go of her nipple and move to the other one. She releases her grip on my neck, her hands traveling up into my hair.

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