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And yeah, I can’t wait to bite that juicy ass.

Leaning down, I lift one of her legs and tug off her boot. When I drop the boot to the floor, my chest twists when I see that it’s a Lucchese. Same brand my adopted father figure Garrett Luck wore before he passed last year. My older brother Cash inherited Garrett’s favorite pair, and it’s all he wears these days.

“You got good taste,” I say, removing her other boot.

The camel-colored leather is worn but well cared for. She’s been able to wear these for a while because she clearly takes good care of them.

That idea also makes my chest twist.

“Thanks. My parents gave them to me for my eighteenth birthday. I think I’ve worn them almost every day since.”

I take off her socks. Then I hook my fingers into her jeans and panties and pull, working them down the long, lean expanse of her legs.

Ava laughs when I literally growl. Not sure that’s a sound I’ve ever made before.

Then again, I’ve never seen these fuckinglegsbefore. Her thighs flex as she lifts them to help me take off her pants, creating a soft valley between the bone and muscle on the sides of her legs.

I notice she has a tiny tattoo on her left ankle. Looks like some kind of heart? Two hearts, maybe. Wonder what it means.

“Wow.” It’s the only word I can manage. Dropping her jeans and panties to the floor, I lift one leg and press a kiss first to the inside of her knee, then to the outside of her thigh in that sweet little valley. “You got some legs on you, pretty girl. These thighs”—I kiss my way north, silently cursing at the gorgeous view I have of her pussy—“bet they’ll look mighty fine wrapped around me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ava’s eyes flash. Bringing the bottle to her mouth, she takes a long sip before holding the bottle out to me. “Show me, cowboy. I wanna see.”

CHAPTER6

Sawyer

LONG-LEGGED SLAYER OF MEN

I take the bottle.Take a swig, then set it on the bedside table.

Reaching for the back collar of my shirt, I undress quickly. Button-up, undershirt. Boots, jeans. Briefs.

I don’t miss the way Ava’s eyes flash again when they land on my dick. I’m rock hard, my tip already leaking.

I take myself in my hand and give my shaft a hard, slow tug, working my wrist to curl my palm over my head. Sensation rockets through me as a renewed rush of blood courses through my dick.

I hiss. Ava’s lips part.

Chuckling, I gather my pre-cum on my thumb. “You want a taste, don’t you, greedy girl?”

“I am greedy.” She sits up straighter so she’s seated on the edge of the bed. “Give me what I want. Do we need a condom for this, or?—”

“Ava, you got nothin’ to worry about. Negative across the board.”

“Good. Really good. I’m negative too. I still wanna use some protection when we?—”

“Right. Just to be safe.”

“Just to be safe.” Her gaze burns. “Nowgive me what I want, Sawyer.”

Of fucking course she’s into this.

Of fuckingcourseshe ain’t afraid to say what she wants. To show me what she’s into.

Reaching down, I use my thumb to smear my cum on her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out to taste it, and I must black out because the next thing I know I have my thumb in her mouth and my other thumb on her clit.

Her legs fall apart as I touch her there, her lips spread around my finger. Sucking on my thumb, Ava lets out a deep, satisfied moan, rocking her hips.

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