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Lainie drooped against the tree trunk. “I got pissed off about how Hank and Kyle treated Hank’s sister, Celia— the barrel racer I sent you the video about? They spouted off nasty things to her. In front of me and some other people.”

“And you always stick up for the underdog,” Tanna muttered.

“Yes. Anyway, I locked myself in the back bedroom and made them share the upper bunk, so nothing happened. But Hank is pissy. Tonight after the rodeo, while he’s driving to Billings, Kyle and I will be alone together in the camper.”

Tanna sighed. “Look, Hank needs to get over it. Not your job to soothe his ruffled feathers, Lainie. He had his solo shot with you. It’s only fair to give Kyle the same.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Sugar, this situation might be fun as all get out, but I never said it was gonna be easy.”

“Great.” She closed her eyes.

“As far as the threesome biz, tell them what you want.”

“I should demand they give me double- rider special?”

A deep, throaty laugh. “Put it that way and I guarantee it’ll happen before you can blink.”

“Thanks, T. You’re the best.” Lainie shut her phone. When she opened her eyes, Kyle stood four feet away. Her stomach cartwheeled. Sometimes she forgot how sinfully hot he was, with that ripped body and chiseled face. Oh, have mercy— he was giving her the look that usually sent her clothes flying. “Um. Hi.”

He smirked. “Interestin’ conversation.”

“How much did you hear?”

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his belt buckle brushed her belly. His position blocked her from view of the casual passersby and he used it to his advantage to outline her lips with the pad of his thumb. “You have the prettiest mouth.”

“Kyle—”

“Let me touch you, Lainie.”

He mesmerized her. The sexy tilt to his lips. The slight flare to his nostrils. His pupils expanded. Those impossibly thick black eyelashes lowered as he continued to trace the swell and seam of her lips. “Are you looking forward to bein’ with me tonight?”

“God. Yes.”

“You’re not nervous, are you, sugar? We have been alone and nekkid together before. Plenty of times.”

“True. But I have a feeling tonight won’t be like any of the other times.”

“And you’d be right.” He replaced his wicked thumb with his enthusiastic mouth. Kissing her like he’d already stripped her bare and spread her out beneath his muscled body.

“Kyle. Please. Stop.”

He muttered, “For now. I guarantee you won’t be begging me to stop at all tonight.”

The low timbre of his voice against her wet, trembling mouth sent a jolt straight to her core.

Kyle eased back. “We have a little time. Let’s hit the carnival.”

That shocked her— and made her do the happy dance inside—but surprise won out over joy. “Really?”

His smile vanished. “What? Hank’s the only one who can be with you in public?”

“No. It’s not that, it’s just . . .”

“You embarrassed to be seen with me, Lainie Capshaw?”

Lainie fisted her hand in his shirt, hauling herself up to her toes so they were nose- to- nose. “Not even close, bub. I’m embar

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rassed to admit that in my sheltered dating life, I never went to a carnival with a guy. Never had a guy win me a stuffed animal or a goldfish. Not only that, the rides make me dizzy and sometimes I throw up, so you should know what
you’re
getting into before you offer to take me.”

Kyle trapped her face in his hands and laid a big wet kiss on her. “Let’s see if I can’t pop your carnival cherry and win you something big to remember me by.”

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hat a great night. Kyle finished first in the bull riding and he finally had Lainie right where he wanted her: alone.

The camper swayed and she gasped, blindly reaching for the wall behind her.

“Might be a little bouncy. Luckily that plays into what I’ve got planned.”

“Should I be nervous?”

He traced the edges of the blindfold. “I’m hoping you’re excited.”

Her lips curved into a purely feminine smile. “Of course I’m excited. That goes without saying.”

Kyle began undoing the buttons on her blouse. He could’ve undressed her before he blindfolded her, but he wanted to keep her off balance. He kissed the corners of her smile, trailing more kisses down her stubborn chin and the column of her throat.

His sweet Lainie tasted even better than she smelled. When his lips met the front snap of her bra, he sank his teeth into the plastic clasp and twisted until it popped open.

“Oh. Man. That’s a handy trick.”

But Kyle didn’t tongue her nipples. Or nuzzle the swells of her

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breasts; he kept moving southward. He unhooked the button on her jeans. Lowered the zipper. He let his breath fan the delicate area between her hip bones, watching the skin quiver in response.

Then he shimmied the denim to the middle of her calves and left it. He jerked her shirt to her wrists, keeping the cuffs buttoned, knotting the material so her hands were incapacitated.

“What are you doing?”

“Hobbling you. You can’t see. You can’t touch. You can’t thrash.

You are completely at my mercy. And I’ve been looking forward to it all damn day.” Swallowing her protest with a kiss, he spun them and sat her on the edge of the bed. “Lie flat.” Kyle gave her a gentle nudge.

The camper hit a bump. He braced his hand on the wall as he stripped. “Can you wriggle yourself up until you’re in the middle of the bed?”

“Will you be staring at me while I do it?”

“Seein’ your tits bounce is the stuff fantasies are made of. So hell, yeah.”

She grinned and put an extra wiggle in her movement.

Sassy thing. “Be right back. Don’t go nowhere.”

“You’re as funny as you are sexy, Kyle.”

That stopped him. “Really? You think so?”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. I had a blast with you at the carnival today.”

“Same goes. Although next time I’ll just take you to a toy store and buy you a damn giraffe. It’d be cheaper.”

“But not nearly as much fun.” She emitted a sigh. “I especially loved when you swung the love hammer. Seeing your muscles straining as you hit it hard enough to ring the top bell? The whole time I just wanted to lick your biceps. Then lick the rest of you.”

Kyle chuckled. “You did lick me in the haunted house, remem

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ber?” Lainie’s playful mood had been infectious. All afternoon she’d teased him. Feeding him cotton candy. Sneaking kisses on the Ferris wheel. Offering to give him a hand job in the Tunnel of Love— which had been damn hard to turn down.

“I still think you cheated at the water- balloon game. No one shoots a water gun that well.”

“Sugar, I’ve been shooting all types of guns since I was eight years old, so give it a rest. You lost.” He lightly swatted her. “We’re getting off track. Sit tight.”

He filled a Styrofoam cup with icy water and returned with candles and matches.

“Did I hear you rattling around in the freezer?”

“Maybe.” Kyle set his supplies inside the small dresser drawer next to the bottle of lube and the condoms. Then he straddled Lainie’s hips and palmed her breasts.

She stilled.

“I ain’t gonna fuck your tits. I figured out that ain’t your favorite position.”

“Is it yours?” she asked hesitantly.

“Not even close. I’d rather be buried balls- deep in your wet pussy. Or your hot mouth.” He lazily stroked the edge of her areola, but avoided direct contact with her nipple. “Or your tight ass.”

Lainie bit her lip and turned her head away.

But Kyle wouldn’t let her. He slid his hand up her throat and he curled his fingers around her jaw, forcing her to face forward, even when she couldn’t see him. “That thought excites you. My cock stretching your ass as I plunge my fingers into your cunt so all you feel is me fucking you everywhere.”

Her chest lifted with each stuttered breath.

“Answer me.”

“Yes. I want that.”

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“You’ll get it, but on my time frame tonight, understand?”

She nodded.

“Good girl.” He reached for the cream- colored taper candle.

With shaking hands, he struck a match, releasing a whiff of sulfur.

“What’s that?”

“Your cue to hold still.” Kyle scooted back and trapped her hips between his knees. He grabbed the cup of ice and rattled it.

When the candle built up a pool of wax, he tipped it sideways at the same time he tilted the cup of ice. A bead of hot wax and a drop of cold water landed on her belly simultaneously.

Lainie gasped and her stomach rippled.

He did it again. She gasped again.

Fourteen water and wax droplets landed on her trembling flesh. Each time her belly muscles constricted, so did his balls. He gritted his teeth against giving in to his urge to fuck her hard and fast this first time.

She held her muscles taut, her mouth parted slightly to allow harsh pants to escape. She cried out when water fell on her right nipple at the same time as wax splatted on her left nipple. “Oh, my God. Kyle.”

“Does it hurt, sugar?”

“The anticipation is killing me.”

“It’s good for you. Anticipation is its own reward.”

Kyle brushed his mouth over hers to quell her protest, tasting the seam of her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth for a tongue- thrusting kiss, but he denied her. Not to be cruel, but to ratchet her need to the highest level.

“Let’s try an experiment. You tell me if what I’m dripping on you is hot or cold.”

Her answering smirk was the response he’d hoped for. Little Miz Lainie thought this’d be easy- peasy.

Wrong.

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Kyle watched the wax splat on the creamy section of her flesh above her left hip bone.

Her breath caught.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

A beat passed. “Um. Hot?”

“Yeah, but next time I’ll penalize you for takin’ so long to answer.” Kyle pinched her nipple at the same time wax landed above her right hip bone.

“Hey! Not fair.”

“Tough. All’s fair. Tell me.”

Kyle saw her nose wrinkling as she tried to reason her way through a response. He grinned. She had no clue.

Finally she guessed, “Cold?”

“Wrong.” He placed the candle in the candleholder lodged inside the dresser drawer. He shuffled back on his knees and let his mouth linger above the missed hot spot. First he used his teeth to scrape away the hardened wax. Then he sucked on the pink dot with enough force to leave a love bruise.

Lainie shrieked and tried to twist free, but Kyle held her hips down until he was finished.

She slumped back on the bed, not relaxed in the slightest. Her body vibrated with tension.

He kissed the hickey. “How many people did you see in sports med tonight?”

“Ten.” She frowned. “Why?”

“ ’Cause that’s how many times we’re gonna test your sensitivity to cold and hot.” His cock slapped his belly as he reached for the cup and candle again.

His gaze took her in, spread out before him like the ultimate feast. The thrust of her pearled nipples atop the soft swells of her breasts. The arch of her neck that begged for the heated touch of his mouth. The sex- kittenish habit of biting her lower lip. Her

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made- for- sex body was dotted with dried white wax like he’d marked her as his with his come.

A primitive roar gathered in his chest and he had to clench his teeth to keep from letting it loose.

“Kyle?”

Then he was right in her face. But he couldn’t tell her he wished to steal her away for himself. Screw his friendship with Hank. Screw being the civilized man waiting for his turn. Screw the whole stupid fucking sharing idea.

In his fit of jealousy or neediness or whatever fucked-up

thoughts crowded reason from his brain, he accidentally splashed water on the center of Lainie’s chest.

She smiled brassily. “Cold.”

“Guess I’d better pay attention to what I’m doin’.”

“What distracted you?”

“Your nekkid body. See, whenever I’m nekkid with you, my brain schemes on how I can stay nekkid with you all the damn time.” He dribbled wax beneath her rib cage.

She hissed, “Hot.”

“That you are, sugar.” He sipped from the cup before he licked the sweep of her collarbone and simultaneously dripped wax on the swell of her abdomen.

“Kyle! That’s cheating.”

“You’ve got a fifty- fifty chance of guessing right,” he offered.

“Cold.”

“Wrong.”

She inhaled a sharp breath. Wiggled a bit in suspense.

After Kyle set aside the candle and cup again, he scooted down until his feet touched the floor. He splayed his hands below the cute indent of her belly button, framing the dried wax chunk. Using his teeth and tongue, he pried the wax from her skin. He dragged his goatee over it enough times that he knew he’d have no LORELEI JAMES 9

trouble discerning the spot. He set his mouth on her and sucked without pause.

Lainie had no prayer of staying still. With Kyle this close to her pussy, her arousal wafted into his nose, making his mouth water for a complete taste of her.

“You’re torturing me.”

“Uh- huh. And just think— I ain’t even half done yet.”

She groaned.

He tracked openmouthed kisses straight up to her mouth. His biting nips on her lower lip pushed her to that edge of pain she craved. An edge she usually brought upon herself with the sexy way she dug her teeth in. Kyle soothed the sting with his hot breath, letting it drift across her kiss- swollen lips.

As he followed the angle of her jawbone up to her ear, she whispered, “Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, your cock, I don’t care. I just need—”

“I know what you need, and I’m getting around to giving it to you.” He blew in her ear, gloating when her whole body shuddered.

But Lainie wasn’t about to give up. “I feel your cock when you slide up my body. It’s hot and hard.” Lainie turned her head and murmured, “Let me blow you. Bring that dick up here and let me suck you dry, Kyle.”