Page 141 of Bucked Hard

I'm across the console like a rattlesnake, one hand tangled in her golden hair, the other finding her waist. I suck hard on the gasp she releases as I claim her lips, nothing gentle about it.

This isn't a first kiss. Not some subtle testing of the waters. It's a branding.

"Fuck." The curse catches in my throat as I drive my tongue between the softness of her lips and into her mouth. She tastes like trouble and cherry lip balm, with just a hint of dive bar smoke clinging to the edges—sweet, bold, and somehow exactly like I always knew she would. When she whimpers, I’m hit with a lightning bolt of clarity, her little hands clutching my shoulders.

"You've been teasing me for years.” It’s a statement of fact but also a final chance for one of us to come to our senses.

The truth pulls like a tightrope between us. This is my moment to be a good man. An honorable man, not a predator taking advantage of a girl I’ve known since before training bras and those fuckin’ man-eating curves. I didn’t want her like this back then, but when she blew out the candles on her birthday cake last year, the dinner bell inside me rang, and I’ve been salivating at the Callie buffet ever since.

She puts the final stake through the heart of what honor I have left with her answer.

"You call it teasing, I’ll call it offering," she purrs, nails digging in. "I wanted you to notice me. See me. All of me."

"I see everything." I drag my teeth down the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my tongue the taste of her making my dick weep. "Every goddamn thing you do. Strutting around in those tiny shorts when I come for Sunday dinner. Bending over when you know I can’t look away.”

Her breath stutters. She’s unsure and confident at the same time, and it’s fucking intoxicating. A woman and a girl in a twisted package of good and evil that’s pushing me to the limits of my control.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. "That's right, sweetheart. I noticed. Every. Single. Time."

I don't give her a chance to respond. Can't stand another second in this truck when my bed is minutes away. I pull her across my lap, throw open the door, and carry her toward the house, cupping her ass in my hands, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. Face to face my dick so close to heaven, it’s clawing its way through my zipper.

She’s so small against me. So fucking perfect.

"Buck," she whispers, pressing her lips to the rough scruff of my neck, nailing my coffin shut with little kisses that make stars dance in my eyes as my balls fucking ache to unload.

I kick the front door shut behind us and press her back against it letting her feet fall to the wooden floor. The contrast of her softness against my rough hands has all the apologies I’ll have to say to my best friend banking in my throat.

"You think you can tease me and get away with it, girl?" I rip the thin strap of her dress, drag it down to expose one perfect breast. "This isn’t fucking Yahtzee anymore. You rolled the dice one time too many.”

"Not a game." Her head falls back against the door, her body convulsing when I roll her nipple between my fingers. "I want to know how it feels to be yours.”

"Mine." The word tears out of me like a confession. "You have no idea what that means."

“Iknow, that’s what I said, Iwantto know—"Her hands fumble between us, down my torso until they toy with my belt, eager little movements that have me grabbing both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.

"Slowdown." I press my forehead against hers, breathing hard, ignoring her attempts to take control. "Once we start this, there's no going back. No regrets in the morning. No running home to daddy."

"I don't want to go back," she whispers on a pause, then gives me another dose of that Kryptonite, “I don’t want to go back, Papa,” she says, arching into me. "I want to go forward.Allthe way."

There’s no friendship that can stop this freight train now.

If I’m going to lose one of them, it will be her father, because she’s wound herself down into my very marrow and I already know there is no life without her. Especially now.

I let her hands go, tearing her dress down the middle, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor. No bra. That makes me angry and desperate in equal measure, thinking about all those men seeing her like this and wanting to mark her so they’ll know she’s mine.

Her perfect body is finally exposed to me, nothing but a tiny black triangle between her legs, a scrap of lace in my hands and what I've been dreaming about in front of my eyes.

"Goddamn fucking angel you are," I breathe, lifting her again by her ripe, soft ass with a grunt and growing dizzier by the second. I mount her against me, her legs wide around my middle, that heat cutting into my core like a laser. It’s destination bedroom, and there’s no room inside my brain for anything else. “You’re gonna be my undoing."

Seconds later, I toss her onto the mattress, salivating and yet dry-mouthed at the same time, watching her bounce, golden hair spilling across my pillow like I've imagined in my dreams. Perfect, perky tits and those lacy panties teasing the outline of what I know will be my final home for the rest of my life. She reaches up, like she’s done a thousand times when she wanted a hug or wanted me to lift her up, but I step back, unbuckling my belt, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Touch yourself," I command, voice thick with all the unspoken betrayal going on. "Show me what you do when you think about me."

Her cheeks flush pink, but her hand slides down her flat stomach, disappearing beneath black lace. "I think about you all the time," she confesses, eyes heavy-lidded as her fingers work beneath the fabric. "Your hands. Your mouth."

I kick off my boots, shove my jeans down my hips. I’m commando, always am, just a cowboy and his denim between me and the world.

Her eyes widen at the sight of me, thick and bobbing up to my waist, the tip seeping cum, ready for her.

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