Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch) (38 page)
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Authors: Vivian Arend
Tags: #second chance romance, #canadian romance, #hot sexy romance, #small town romance, #Cowboys
Numbing pleasure, incredibly intense. “Oh my
God
, oh
my God
.”
She’d breathe later, she decided. Right now there was too much happening between her legs to bother with incidentals like air to her lungs and blood to her brain.
“Jesus
fuck
, yeah. Damn.” Mitch buried himself deep and came, his body crushing her to the car as his hips pulsed helplessly, face contorted with extreme pleasure. Anna watched as long as she could, but white spots hung before her eyes and it was so much simpler to close them and let Mitch support her.
A breeze surrounded them, cooling air pushed over heated limbs. Her heart rate slowed enough that the buzz of tiny insects in the trees and the distant motors of farm equipment became audible again. Mitch held her in place, both feet off the ground with her bare ass pressed against the car window, and in the middle of the languid sensation controlling her body, the image struck her as hilariously funny.
Mitch breathed slowly before finding his voice. “What’s making you laugh?”
Her world was still spinning. “I think I just left an ass print on my window.”
Mitch pulled his brain back from the faraway place sex had sent it and let an evil chuckle free at her wry comment. “Good thing this isn’t your cruiser. I’d like to see you explain questionable prints to Nick.”
“Oh man, that would not go over well.” Anna ran her fingers through Mitch’s hair, pushing the short length upright over his forehead. “My partner would make me fill out cleaning and sterilization forms in triplicate.”
Mitch leaned in to kiss her tenderly while she remained in the soft and lazy post-sex mood. She wouldn’t allow him to pet her for long, so he took every chance he could to savour the bits of time he did get.
Anna sighed happily as he nuzzled her neck. His cock was still in her pussy—he’d be happy to stay there for the rest of the day, but if this was like any previous time, in a couple of minutes Anna would start the process of withdrawing from him. Withdrawing from who she was when she was with him.
He’d bite his tongue like usual and let her. This time. But the day was coming when he wasn’t going to let it slide. A day really soon.
“You’re a dangerous man, Mitch Thompson,” Anna muttered. “It’s a good thing I have a change of clothes in the trunk. Sorry about your leathers.”
“As if I’m going to complain I made you come so hard you got me wet.” He couldn’t hide the gloating in his voice.
“It’s your piercing. Hits me just right, and you know it.” Anna wriggled, and he reluctantly lowered her thigh, slowly separating them. A rush of semen and lingering moisture from her explosive orgasm ran down her leg. “God, I need not only a change of clothes, but a shower.”
Mitch grinned harder, pushing her against the car before she could run away and clean up the signs of their wild debauchery. He pinned her in place, his hands pushing her wrists to the roof as he slid one leg between her thighs and held her bare ass to the car door. Her dark brown hair was a mess tumbled about her shoulders, her pupils still full and dark against her pale blue irises. The flush on her cheeks from the wild sex, not some maidenly blush. “I like you dirty,” he admitted.
Her eyes flashed brightly for a second before she pulled on her cop uniform. Not the navy slacks and powder-blue shirt, but the mental shield she wore. As real as a tangible piece of fabric, Anna transformed before his eyes from his sexy, uninhibited lover to the woman who wrote up tickets and toed the line.
All
the lines. All the time.
“I need to go, Mitch. My parents are having the family over for dinner, and since I’m not on duty, I’m heading over early.”
Mitch paused before doing the only thing he could—he let her free.
He put his cock back in his pants, adjusting carefully before zipping. Anna moved to her trunk, intensely focused on anything but him, it seemed. She used a bunch of wet wipes to clean up. Pulled on a pair of plain, serviceable panties and covered them with faded jeans. Her footwear was switched for practical runners.
She scooped up her fuck-me high heels by the leather straps and let them dangle in the air, staring at them with a tortured expression.
Did she know how easily he read her at these moments?
“Anytime you want to wear those shoes, I’m down with it,” he teased softly.
She jerked upright, shaking her head briskly. “It’s a good thing I don’t really have anywhere to go while wearing them. Doubt I could walk more than three feet without falling on my ass.”
She shoved them into a grey duffle bag, along with the miniskirt. Hiding away all signs of who she was. What she liked. A wave of frustration rolled through him, and Mitch opened his mouth…
And just as quickly closed it again.
Not the time. Not the place, but soon.
Damn soon if he had his way.
She finally made eye contact as she opened her car door. Quiet, impersonal, with a faint smile like you’d give to an acquaintance you spotted at the supermarket. “Talk to you later?”
“No problem. You know where to find me.” He eased back, arms crossed over his chest as she got in and drove away.
Drove away, and took his fucking heart with her.
In one way it was hilarious. Mitch Thompson had fallen hopelessly in love with the worst possible woman in town—one fighting tooth and nail against letting her real nature free.
He stared after her polite, serviceable car as she headed home to her traditional family dinner. She’d peel the potatoes and set the table, and afterward, she’d help her mother wash the dishes while her brothers and father talked about the ranch chores and fields and crops.
The contrast between what she’d be doing in an hour and what they’d just done haunted Mitch. Not the actual sex, but her attitude. There was nothing wrong with an old-fashioned family gathering, but the Anna he’d been savouring wasn’t someone she showed to anyone else.
For the past two months, since Anna had given in to the heat between them, they’d been meeting on the sly. Playing games and finding pleasure in trying every sexual thing she suggested. Mitch had reached the point where sex was no longer enough.
That fire he’d witnessed all too often in her eyes? Her evil sense of humour and dirty imagination? He longed to have those things turned on him all the time, not only during clandestine moments. He wanted to stop seeing her shove her real needs into a damn duffle bag as she hid her sexy self away. His frustrations boiled as he stared after her.
One of her taillights blinked red.
For fuck’s sake—she’d used her turn signal at the first intersection. Two gravel roads leading from nowhere to nowhere, not a soul around for miles, and she still flipped on the damn indicator.
And there it was. The perfect example of what was wrong, and what needed to change. She was so used to following rules for the sake of following rules she’d forgotten to choose what was going to make her really happy.
The woman had a respectable career and an orderly life, and boned him on the side as long as no one knew. How long did she think that would be enough for either of them?
Mitch pulled on his helmet and settled onto his bike, ready to burn off his anger on the highway before heading home.
They weren’t that much different, Anna Coleman and himself. His days of being someone’s dirty little secret were over. Her days of hiding her real self away were drawing to an end as well.
Now he had to find a way to make that happen.
ROCKY RIDE
is available now.
About the Author
Vivian Arend has been around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water. When challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one.
Now a
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.
Other Titles by Vivian Arend
~~Contemporary titles by Vivian Arend~~
Six Pack Ranch
Contemporary western romance
Rocky Mountain Heat
,
Rocky Mountain Haven
,
Rocky Mountain Desire
,
Rocky Mountain Angel
,
Rocky Mountain Rebel
,
Rocky Mountain Freedom
,
Rocky Mountain Romance
,
Rocky Retreat
Thompson & Sons
Contemporary romance
Rocky Ride
,
One Sexy Ride
,
Let It Ride
,
A Wild Ride
Adrenaline Search & Rescue
Romantic adventure
High Risk
,
High Passion
,
High Seduction
Xtreme Adventure
Romantic adventure
Falling, Freestyle
,
Rising, Freestyle
Turner Twins
Contemporary romance
~~Contemporary titles by Vivian Arend & Elle Kennedy~~
DreamMakers
Contemporary romance
All Fired Up
,
Love Is A Battlefield
,
Don’t Walk Away
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Rocky Mountain Romance
Copyright © 2014 by Vivian Arend
ISBN: 978-1-941456-07-1
Edited by Anne Scott
Cover by Angela Waters
Proofed by Sharon Muha
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations.
First electronic publication: October, 2014
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