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“Pfft. Sounds like a win-win for you.”
“I’ll make you come until you’re wrung out.”
“You’d do that anyway, so that’s not a bonus.”
We banter back and forth for miles. I’m trying to keep her mind occupied and keep mine off of thinking about her mouth on my cock.
The miles fly by until I slow the truck at a gas station right outside of Lucky River and turn into the parking lot. Leaning over, I put my hand on her thigh and inch it upward. “Let’s talk about me giving you whatever bonus you want.”
She reciprocates by putting her hand on my thigh. “Maybe later if you’re a very good cowboy I might get on my knees for you.”
I swallow hard, pretty sure I’m losing this flirting game we’re having. “Define good.”
Her fingertips travel to the front of my jeans where my cock is already alert and eager to go for a ride. “Ginger,” I groan when she presses her palm there.
“What if later you pull my hair and tell me to open wide and take that dick like a good girl?”
My brain takes on the mental acuity of scrambled eggs. “Uh…”
She sits back upright in her seat. “You stay out here and think about that. I’m going in for coffee now. Do you want one?”
“Yeah, and that’s evil, woman.”
Ginger smirks at me, then leaves to head inside with a bounce in her step.
I can’t get that wishful thinking image of her kneeling before me out of my head. I adjust my cock so that I can get out of the truck without looking like he’s pointing longingly in her direction.
Chapter 11
Dallas
I’m screwing the gas cap back on after filling up when my phone rings, belting out the holiday ringtone I downloaded. It’s an unknown number.
“Are you Dallas?” a man’s voice asks gruffly.
“I am.”
“This is Ginger’s father, Ronald. I’m with Jonas and Marshall.”
“I’m glad they were able to get to you.”
“Yeah, they picked me up and as soon as we cleared the main road leading in and out of Coyote Bend, it was shut down. The roads are bad. Slicker than hell, so we’re taking it slow. You’ll probably reach your place with my daughter before I get there.”
“We should because we’re right outside of town now.”
“I want to check on her and see how she’s doing. The holiday is difficult for her.”
I glance toward the gas station and see Ginger looking at snacks. “The thing is, I don’t want her to know you’re on your way because I’d like to surprise her.”
“Is that right? Well…I reckon I can go along with that. Your buddy Marshall told me that you’re in love with my daughter. Is that true?”
“It is. I love her very much.”
“You took a mighty quick fall don’t you think?”
“I agree with you,” I say carefully, wanting to ease his concerns. “Love wasn’t on my horizon when I went to Montana for a visit. But then I met Ginger and my heart was hers the moment our eyes met.”
Her father chuckles. “Love at first sight. It happened to me when I met her mother.”
