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I don’t answer her, climbing the porch steps until we arrive at the oversized porch swing. I built it months ago, back when I couldn’t stand the lonely emptiness of the house and preferred to sleep outside. It’s large and cushioned, and sheltered from the elements beneath the roof of the porch and screened windows.

Dropping her gently on the padded swing’s surface, I don’t waste any time going for the waistband of those snug jeans, pulling them down her thick thighs. She squirms in response but she doesn’t move to pull away, instead helping me remove her underwear, lifting her hips as I slide them down her legs and toss them aside.

I unbuckle my belt and then my own jeans, dropping them just low enough to pull my cock out. Then I remember the condom I keep in my wallet, rolling it onto my shaft.

“Always prepared?” Raina asks lightly.

“A man can hope,” I say, looking her in the eye. “But believe me, this condom was never intended for a woman other than you. I’ve been hoping I’d run into you for a while now. Been by that dirty old bar more times than I can count thinking you’d show up wanting a second round.”

“Have you really?” she asks softly.

I don’t answer her, too embarrassed to say much more. Yeah, I’ve been looking for her. Seeking her out like a hunter looking for prey, never guessing that the thing I’d been looking for would land in my lap so easily one random afternoon.

Lining the head of my cock up with her entrance, I grip the base of the porch swing and pull her towards me, guiding her hips to mine, savoring every inch of her until I’ve filled her all the way up.

“Fuck,” I growl, pausing in place just to take it all in. Then I lift a hand to my mouth, wetting my fingertips before bringing them back to her clit and stroking it gently.

“I want you to come on my cock,” I say to her, using the porch swing to rock her gently up and down my shaft while I continue stroking her to orgasm. “You’re mine, Raina, and all of your pleasure is mine too. I’m going to make you come hard, and then I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t take it anymore. Until you’re so overwhelmed with sensation that you’re on the verge of insanity. That’s how you made me feel when you left that morning. That’s how I’ve felt ever since. Like I’m losing my mind with need.”

I don’t say much more. Can’t say much more. Waiting for her to climax, I’m holding back my own. It’s not easy; I’m dying to release into her, having fantasized about a moment like this for weeks.

Raina moans and rocks against me, wrapping her legs around me and crossing her ankles behind my back, pulling me closer into her, encouraging me to go deeper.

“Harder,” she whispers. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back, luscious lips barely parted as she begs me to fuck her harder, stronger.

I do as she says and when I do, she seizes, her pussy clenching hard around my cock as the tidal wave of pleasure radiates through her body.

Finally I let myself come too, pounding furiously into her body. She cries out, my name sounding so sweet on her lips. Then we collapse on the porch swing together, exhausted and sated…for now.

9

Raina

Mav dropsme off at Abby’s little cottage long after the sun goes down, long after he introduced me to his house. Not just the porch and its swing – which I’m dying to visit again as soon as possible – but the interior of the house too.

Needing a coat of paint is an understatement. The inside of the old ranch house sits under a thin layer of dust, feeling like a home that’s been sitting idle for too long. It’s dark, too, with more than a couple of light bulbs completely burned out. Mav himself seemed surprised as he flipped light switches to show me around, raising his brows at the burned out bulbs as though taken aback.

“Guess I haven’t been in this part of the house in a while,” he mumbled at the time, ushering me out of the pitch black dining room to move onto other parts of the house.

This little tour made my heart hurt. I’m only beginning to understand Mav’s whole story. He explained that his younger brother, Tex, left last year, leaving him to manage the house by himself. Certain things fell off after that – when you’re running a ranch all by yourself, things like indoor cleaning aren’t exactly the top priority, I guess.

The poor man has been alone for too long. On his own, without a helper or even a friend. He explained that the night we were together, that night we hooked up on the Hush app, was the first time another person had touched his skin in months.

Months.

No physical touch with another person. Not even a hug.

Thinking of this lonely cowboy, eating microwaved dinners in a darkened, dusty house at the end of a long day of work makes me feel…well, it makes me feel a lot of things, to be very honest.

And some of these things I don’t even know how to describe. I don’t have a label for the way that I feel about Maverick yet.

“What the heck are you doing?” Abby watches me the next morning as I pack a large reusable grocery bag with supplies.

“Getting ready for our date,” I say brightly, turning to Abby and smiling broadly. The velcro hair roller on top of my head wobbles a little. I reposition it carefully before returning to the cabinet, where I’m currently raiding our spice rack. “You don’t mind if I borrow the turmeric tonight, do you?”

“Oh no,” Abby says, folding her arms over her chest. “Not the turmeric. I draw the line at the turmeric. How can I go a whole night without it?”

“You’re joking, right?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.

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