“Good.” Keeping his grip tight, he tugged her toward him as he surged up, giving short, powerful pumps into her slick heat, over and over.

Sweat dampened their skin as she clung to him and rocked into his every move. He didn’t retreat too far, just enough to hammer back home. He stayed buried to the hilt in the best damn heat he’d ever felt.

Up and down he thrust, keeping her and all those amazing curves clamped around him like his own personal wrapping paper. He could sense that he was losing himself inside her, but he didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to move.

Using his teeth, he snatched her shirt and tugged up. She caught on and helped by lifting the cotton with her hand. A clicking noise sounded, and Ryder felt her suddenly free breasts subtly bouncing against his chest with every thrust he gave.

He bent his head and sucked on the soft flesh. Since it was dark, he couldn’t see, but he could tell she was full and lush. He licked and sucked again until he felt her hard nipple brush against the edge of his mouth. He fucked her purposefully slow, all while teasing back and forth along the pebbled peak.

She groaned and gripped the back of his head, clutching him closer.

So she likes it deep and hard.

“You want more?” he asked.

“Yes!” she rasped and arched into his mouth.

He opened his mouth wide and took as much of the deliciously plump flesh as he could, and then he closed his mouth around the entire peak of her breast and sucked.

“Oh God!” She whipped her hips in his lap.

He held her tight and flush against him as she rode him hard. He continued sucking and flicking his tongue over her nipples.

With her hand digging into his scalp, he felt her body come apart around him. Her tight sheath spasmed and milked him like a damn dream, and he couldn’t help but groan against her. Feeling her tremble with pleasure in his arms was amazing.

He was helpless not to follow her down.

As her hot core gripped him, he sank his teeth into her skin and fell over the brink of release. Surge after surge of pleasure flew from him and she was right there, wrapped around him to catch every last ounce. Breathing fast and coming down slow, he was certain he’d never felt more alive and relaxed at the same time.

His body was both spent and ready for round two.

“Christ, woman,” he rasped as his chest did its own kind of tremble. “You’re incredible.”

She kissed him and said against his lips, “That wasn’t framed in an ‘I’ve never.’”

Fair enough.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life.” He delivered a little smack on the ass.

She squirmed and laughed. “Well, I’ve never had sex with a cowboy in a storage closet.”

“Still not a cowboy, sweetness. But if it helps…” He thrust his semi-hard cock once more. “Yee-haw.”

Chapter Three

Whitney held two large plates in her hands and balanced another one on her arm. All three plates were piled high with different kinds of food. One had a burger and fries. The other a short stack of pancakes. The third had something covered in gravy. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but hey, she’d never object to a little adventure.

She wound around the pool table, then several tables scattered throughout the restaurant, until the customer was in sight. So far, her new job waitressing was more about mastering a balancing act than anything else. She reached the table and blinked a few times at the lone woman sitting in the booth.

“Is the rest of your party on their way?” Whitney asked as she set all three plates down. Sure, Whitney had taken her order for all of this food but she assumed the party of one would be joined by more people.

“No,” the woman said. “These are all for me.” She brushed her long black ponytail off her shoulder and dug into the pancakes. She was beautiful and exotic. When Whitney looked closer, she saw that the woman was sporting a pretty big baby bump beneath the table.

“Hey!” a pretty blonde called out as she walked in wearing blue scrubs covered in rainbows. She didn’t waste any time, just slid into the booth with the dark haired woman. “Oh, hello,” Blondie said, looking at Whitney. “I’m Lily. Are you new in town?”

Was she that obvious? She couldn’t really be surprised. It seemed everyone knew each other around here. An unfamiliar face stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Yes. I’m Whitney.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too, Lily. Can I bring you something to eat?”

“Oh, no thanks, I only have a minute. Just checking in on my favorite pregnant friend here.” She nudged the brunette, who didn’t stop chewing, or even look up from her food.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” Whitney asked the brunette.

“Yes, a chocolate shake please.”

She nodded and hustled back behind the bar.

“You’re doing a great job,” Penny Diamond said, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders as she walked in from the kitchen and behind the bar. She was very nice, and Whitney couldn’t have asked for a better boss.

“Hey, Auto!” Penny said loudly and waved at the woman Whitney had just served. Auto waved back then stuffed another bite of food in her mouth. Holy crap, she’d already polished off the pancakes!

“Um…she asked for a chocolate milkshake,” Whitney said, looking around. “But I didn’t see a dispenser.”

Penny laughed. “That’s because we make them by hand here.”

Of course. Everything around this small town of Diamond was local and seemed to be made with a little love…and a little crazy. Penny was sunshine and sweetness, but she had a tough streak to her. After the lunch shift took off, Whitney had watched the petite redhead tell off a rude out of towner that made the mistake of pinching her butt as she walked by.

Whitney had also learned that Penny was the granddaughter of the founding Diamonds, which apparently made her a big deal around there. Granted, having a whole town named after you would likely do that.

“So the ice cream is in here,” Penny said, sliding open a freezer to show frosted mugs and ice cream. She reached in and got the chocolate out and set it on the counter for Whitney. “Then the blender is right down there.” She pointed to the corner of the bar on the bottom shelf. “I’ll go get the milk.”

Penny walked back into the kitchen, and Whitney made her way to the blender. She was bending down and wrapping her hands around the big base when a voice from the other side of the bar rang out over the country music blaring from the jukebox.

“Candy?”

She instantly shot up. She recognized that voice. She recalled very well how it had sounded when it had rasped naughty words in her ear last night.

She turned, still holding the blender, and saw…

“Ryder?”

There he was, just as tall and somehow even sexier than yesterday. His white T-shirt clung to his muscles with a little sweat, and his blue jeans were dusty. A worn Stetson rested on the top of his head. Clearly he’d just come from working hard. Construction maybe? Whatever it was had left white paint marks all over his hands and dirt beneath his nails. Damn, the man was fine, and he smelled like sun, cologne, and hot alpha male.

She wasn’t about to question why fate had brought him back to her—hopefully for a repeat performance of last night—but he, however, didn’t look as happy to see her.

“I’m out of candy,” she said and set the blender down on the counter.

“What?” he asked, then shook his head.

What was the big deal? He looked confused, and she was feeling the same. They’d had one night. Make that one incredible night. But apparently Ryder wasn’t too pleased to see her again. Which made her stomach drop.

Not that she cared or anything…

“Hey, brother. I see you’ve met my new waitress,” Penny said, coming to stand by Whitney and putting the milk next to the blender.