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  “What? We’re not!” she insisted, laughing.

  Brenden chuckled. “Woman, I still don’t understand what’s going through your fuckin’ head half the time and we’ve been married for nearly a decade.”

  “Oh please. You know. You’re just in denial. I’m a simple woman. I’m only ever thinking about one of five things.” She held out her hand and started ticking them off, one by one. “Sex. Shoes. Throw pillows. Where are the kids right now? And who has the tightest abs in Bounty County? That’s it.”

  Brenden shook his head. Ryan and Wesson laughed.

  “I do,” Wesson interjected. “Case closed on question number five.” Ryan had to agree; Wesson was pretty jacked. He’d give the guy that. Wesson worked out purely to be a stubborn shithead and brag to the other guys about how he was in better shape than anyone. Ryan watched Molly drag her hand across Wesson’s abdomen and dig her fingernails in.

  Shit. I need to get Katie back.

  “I don’t know, Wess. A few months ago I would have agreed with you. But I feel like Ryan is giving you a run for your money,” Sierra teased.

  Jesus. When had his boss’s wife ever seen him with his shirt off? Sierra was gonna get him fired.

  Brenden was apparently curious too. “When have you ever seen Ryan with his shirt off?” Fuck.

  Sierra shrugged. “Lane and I accidentally saw him out at the pool at his apartment complex the other day. We were impressed, that’s all. Nice work, Ryan.” She gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

  Ryan felt like disappearing into the shrubs at his back. He needed to stay in his boss’s good graces for the near future. He needed to keep this job. At least until Helena PD called and he could finally move closer to his kids. Move to Helena? Get Katie back? How on earth can you possibly do both, man? he asked himself.

  Brenden laughed again. “Jesus, you women are trouble. You’re lucky I love you. And you’re lucky I’m not going to rat on you to Jake because he would be pissed if he knew his woman was looking at another man.” Brenden raised his eyebrows.

  “Looking, not touching. It’s all in good fun.” Sierra flashed her beautiful smile at Brenden and he pulled her in for a kiss. Apparently all was forgiven and forgotten. Ryan chuckled. He’d probably put up with a lot from a woman like Sierra too. She was beautiful. Great legs. Hilarious. Sexy. An amazing cook. A great mom. And from what he’d heard come out of her mouth, she was also a woman who appreciated sex.

  Where can I find that? His brain paused for a moment without thinking and then answered, as if automatically.

  Katie. You can find that with Katie.

  Shit. Ryan was so fucked.

  “Sorry, Sierra. I think you’re gonna strike out with Ryan,” Wesson chimed in. “You can lead one man’s trash to another man’s treasure, but you can’t make him drink.”

  Everyone burst out laughing. Another “Wessonism” to add to the books.

  Jesus. This guy.

  ➰

  Eighteen-or-so months ago had been just the beginning. Ryan had no idea on the first night he’d met Katie that he would eventually be pining after her like this. From what he could tell, she was a bit of a spoiled brat. She was also incredibly hot, young, flirty. And holy shit was she a sexual creature.

  He'd been sitting on the bench watching her playing pool for the last hour. Try as he might, Ryan just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her tits – a perfect handful. Her ass – an even more perfect handful. Her eyes, sparkling. Her mouth, luscious. Good lord, that mouth begged for attention. She was flirting with all of the other guys in the bar, constantly biting her lip and smirking, bending over the damn table as far as she possibly could. How did she always manage to put either her delectable backside or her mouthwatering front side in his direct line of sight?

  Ryan felt like an old perv for looking. Here he was 40 years old and drooling over a 22 year old girl. But she wasn’t just any girl. This girl was his buddy Jake’s little sister. Jake would kill him.

  Jesus. Stop looking, dipshit. You'll freak her out!

  Just as he turned his head the opposite direction to distract himself, he felt a warm body slide in next to him. He turned his head back slowly and found Katie sitting right next to him, looking him up and down.

  Shit.

  “Uh. Hey, Katie. What's up?” Ryan tried to sound like he wasn’t completely uncomfortable. But he was. Oh, he was.

  Ryan quickly scouted the room for witnesses, knowing that if anyone saw Katie sitting so close to him that it would get back to Jake. Considering he was sent here by Jake on a mission to make sure his little sister wasn’t touched by any man, this could not be good.

  Jake will fuckin’ kill you, man.

  Katie rolled her eyes. “You don't need to look for the other guys. They left.” She shrugged.

  “Left? What do you mean they left? Cole? Dillon?” She nodded. Ryan was going to kill them. “Smitty too?”

  “Yeah. All of my brother’s roommates. They asked if I’d be okay and I told them I was hitching a ride with the bartender. So they left.”

  Ryan couldn’t believe they would do something like that. Jake was going to kill them. Hell, Ryan was going to kill them. “Those guys are jackasses. You are not going home with Darla, no matter how much of a saint she is. I can’t believe they just up and left.”

  “You need them for protection or something?” she asked, bringing her arms together in front of her in a way that pushed her cleavage into his view.

  Ryan shook his head. “Maybe I do. You seem like you’re nothing but trouble, Katie.”

  “Maybe you’re right. I saw you looking at me,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear above the noise in the bar as she leaned in closer.

  Ryan ran his fingers through his hair. Guilt and shame marked his cheeks red with embarrassment.

  “No need to be embarrassed, Ryan. I get looked at a lot. Usually men come onto me with a cheesy pickup line or try to buy me drinks. But not you. You just sat here quietly watching. Why’s that? Don’t you like what you see?” she asked. Cocky little thing.

  Ryan gave her half a laugh. One half came out, strangled; the other half got stuck in his throat somewhere on the way up. “Of course. You’re a beautiful woman, Katie. But you're Jake’s sister and I'm too damn old for you.” He looked her dead in the eyes. Fuck, her eyes are beautiful.

  “The young guys can’t handle me, Ryan,” she said as she waggled her eyebrows, challenging him.

  The rest of his laugh that had gotten stuck in his throat made its way out. “I’m not surprised.”

  “You don't look old. You look…seasoned. Just the way I like my men.” Katie bit the corner of her lip and grazed his thigh with her hand. “I’d eat you up.”

  Fuck. Katie Hamilton was definitely a man-eater. Ryan growled. “Don't start something we can't finish, sweet girl.”

  She leaned in closely, pressing her breasts against his bicep while her hand caressed his thigh. “I'm not a sweet girl, I’m a naughty one. And this naughty girl would definitely like to see you finish.” She smiled. She knows she’s torturing you!

  Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck is happening right now? He felt himself go rock hard in his jeans.

  “Katie…” he breathed heavily, looking into her eyes. Time for some truth. Shut it down. “We can’t. We aren’t doing this.”

  “We could. You're just scared.” She continued rubbing her fingers up and down his thigh. He felt his quad twitch involuntarily along with his dick. “That's too bad, Ryan.” She leaned in and moaned in his ear, a sample of what she would sound like if she were under him. Or in front of him. Or on top of him. Shit. Ryan was having far too many visions of the many, many ways in which he could fuck Katie Hamilton.

  Ryan lost all judgment in that moment. He grabbed his keys off the table. “Let's go.” He tilted his head pointing to the door.

  He pointed her to his neon green Jeep and helped her inside. He was pretty sure she was
purposefully trying to touch every part of his body with every part of hers. He hopped in the driver’s side, put the car in reverse, and backed out of his spot with a new urgency. Ryan wasn't even out of the parking lot when Katie slipped her long slender finger between her thighs and started rubbing herself through her leggings.

  “God damn. You are naughty, just like you said, aren’t you? Fuck, woman,” he exhaled. He pulled out onto the highway. His raging hard-on was still standing at attention.

  “I'll be as naughty as you want me to be.” She slipped two fingers down the waistband of her leggings. “Do you want me to be your naughty slut tonight, Ryan?” She rubbed herself and moaned, throwing her head back against the seat.

  “Fuck. Katie. We really shouldn’t.” Jesus, he sounded like a loser.

  “Please, Ryan. I need to be fucked by a real man. You’re a real man. I can tell.”

  Good lord.

  “Katie, how much did you have to drink?”

  “Only two beers. I’m just naturally this horny.” She grinned in the darkness of the vehicle.

  Jesus Christ, man. She’s having fun torturing you! She’s way more than you can handle. He quickly told his conscience to fuck off as he drove her through town toward his apartment. What the hell are you doing, man?

  “I should take you back to Jake’s.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Ryan, it’s already late. Jake is going to be pissed I’m still out. Just let me go back to your place. I’ll make it worth your while.” She reached across the center console and rubbed his crotch with her hand. Ryan jumped in his seat at her touch.

  “Jesus, Katie. No. We can’t do this. Jake will fucking kill me if he finds out.” He pushed her hand off of his lap.

  Katie laughed. “So you do want me?”

  “Of course I do. Any man with a functioning dick would want you.”

  “So let’s go back to your place. We’ll tell everyone I was drunk and cried and refused to go back to Jake’s place, so you let me sleep in your bed while you took the couch like the gentleman you are. It’ll be our little secret that you’re not a gentleman.” She reached across the center console again and walked her fingers up his thigh.

  “No one will believe that, Katie,” Ryan said, his voice firm. But maybe they would believe it? Maybe Ryan could feel young again just for the night and fuck her tight little pussy into oblivion.

  No. Jesus. No.

  ➰

  “Ryan!” a female voice shouted.

  He jumped. Holy shit, he'd been daydreaming about Katie while the rest of his friends stood around talking at the engagement party. How long have you not been paying attention? Ryan checked his watch. Twenty minutes. Excellent.

  “Jesus, Sierra. No need to shout. I’m right here.”

  “Really? Because based on the fact that you’ve been staring at Smitty’s ass for 20 minutes, I'd say you’re either gay, or you were checked out. Pay attention, man!”

  “Maybe I was zoned out a little.”

  “Well, wake the fuck up. We're doing shots!”

  Oh hell. Now that was one thing he was definitely too damn old for.

  “And on that note, I’m out.”

  Chapter 2

  After his second glass of whiskey at home, alone, Ryan faced the choice of either having a third drink and risking a hangover in the morning, or going to bed. He chose the latter, but as he lay in bed, he quickly began to regret that decision.

  If only you could forget her, maybe you could sleep.

  It was the same story nearly every night. When he was in his bed – a bed she’d been in on more occasions than he could count – he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting to her. He could still smell her on his sheets, despite washing them more times in the last nine months than he had in the years since his divorce. He’d tried dozens of different laundry detergents and fabric softeners, to no avail. She was always there.

  Fuck. Ryan grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and went into his photos. He scrolled past work pictures, tons of pictures of his kids, and found the pictures from many months ago.

  Katie.

  There she was. Sleeping, her hair mussed after what Ryan knew had been a good fucking (because they were all good). With a mouthful of food when she didn’t know he’d been snapping her picture. Staring straight at the camera with a smile on her face. Happy. Beautiful. A selfie of the two of them on a trail the one time they went hiking at Zimmerman Park. They hadn’t done a lot outside of each other’s apartments – since they were hiding their relationship from their friends in Imminence – but when they did go out together in Billings, it felt like it was real. Like they were a real couple.

  Ryan didn’t realize it at the time, but that was what he really wanted. He just felt like he couldn't have it. The age difference. The fact that he’d started working with – and was good friends with – her older brother Jake. She was forbidden. But god damn did he want her anyways.

  He kept scrolling through his camera roll. There it is.

  He found what he’d been looking for. He shoved his boxers down his thighs and reached over onto the nightstand for a couple of pumps of lotion and a tissue.

  Yeah, you’re not practiced at this or anything.

  He hit play and began stroking himself.

  A giggle. “What are you doing, Ryan?” The video framed her beautiful face. God, she’s so beautiful.

  “Making a sex tape. What’s it look like I'm doing?” Ryan could hear his voice rumble off screen, a smile clearly in his voice. He remembered smiling a lot when he was with her.

  Another giggle. “A tape? What is this? The 90s?”

  “Hey, now. No age jokes, babe.”

  “Mmmmm. I like that you’re older, Ryan. You make me so hot.”

  “Yeah? You’re so fucking hot. Lemme get all of you.” The video panned back and gazed upon her body. Her tits. Not too big. Not too small. Her lithe, strong body. Flat stomach. Tan skin. Long legs. Gorgeous bare pussy. “You ever done this before, Katie?” he asked.

  “Make a movie? No. I don't trust college boys with this medium. Too many jackasses who might end up using it against me. Have you?”

  “Made a sex tape? Nope. Always wanted to though. Glad I saved it for you.”

  “Mmmm. Me too.”

  “Spread your legs, baby. Lemme see that pink pussy.” She complied immediately. Fuck.

  Ryan couldn’t believe he just walked away from her. From her beauty. From her light. From her beautiful, weeping, pink center.

  “Mmmmmmm. Always so wet for me.”

  Katie giggled again. “I can’t help it. I’m a total slut for your dick.”

  “You are my naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

  Katie groaned and spread her legs wider for the camera. “Yesssss. Only yours.”

  “Damn right, only mine,” he said.

  “Give me your dick, Ryan. Give your naughty slut your big dick.”

  There was a rustling of the camera as Ryan set himself between her legs. He could see his free hand and the top of his cock as he angled himself toward her pussy. He rubbed his dick between her wet folds and her hips bucked.

  “Oh God, yes. Ryan. Fuck me,” she begged.

  Ryan stroked his cock faster as he watched the video. He could remember exactly how she felt in the moment when he plunged into her wet heat. Bare. He’d never forget that feeling.

  “Fuckkkkkkkk,” he said as he sank inside of her. The video got a bit sketchy at this point, focused mostly on her tits shaking as he pounded in and out of her.

  “Oh yes. God. Ryan. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard,” she begged.

  “Mmmm. My dirty, naughty little slut. Take that dick deep. Take my big fat cock.”

  “Mmmmm. You’re so fucking big. Yessssss. Pound me with that big fat dick,” she requested as she moaned.

  Fuck. Ryan did everything she’d asked. It was fucking hot. And he’d loved it. It had
never been like that with any other woman.

  “Squeeze my cock. God, yes. Fuck. Katie. Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking tight. Beautiful. God damn, you're beautiful.”

  “Oh god, Ryan. Ryan. Ryan! Ryan!” she shouted. At this point in the video Ryan apparently decided he needed more leverage. Suddenly the camera stilled and he could see himself and most of Katie clearly. He must have leaned his phone up on a pillow. He watched himself pick up Katie’s long legs and place them on his shoulders as he plunged back into her tightness.