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  “God, you’re driving me fucking insane,” he moaned, and that was all he wrote. The cock, the voice, the pounding, all collected inside her and did her in.

  Seeing stars, she cried out into the mattress as her body shuddered around him. When she slumped bonelessly, he rolled her over and threw her legs over his shoulders, because he was far from done. If she’d thought it was hard and fast before, she was in for a surprise.

  “Your pussy feels so good,” he ground out.

  A sexy, sexy surprise. His hands went for her bra, pulling it down until it exposed her nipples to the air. Lillie reached for them herself, tugging on her piercings. It didn’t take long for the both of them to come.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted, sprawling warm and heavy over her body.

  As she came down from multiple orgasms, she realized she didn’t even know his name. Oh, well, wouldn’t be the first time. Lillie pushed him off her long enough to clean up in the bathroom, and he was already fast asleep in the middle of her bed when she returned. She curled her body around his and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

  There was something tickling his ass. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, but the sensation stuck with him. Blinking his eyes open, he realized they felt like sandpaper had been ground over them. His head was sore, but he’d had worse.

  The feeling was back. The muscles in his backside twitched at the softness. Oh well, he had to pee anyway, so he would get up and deal with the tangle of sheets. Fletcher blinked again, rubbing his eyes roughly with the tips of his fingers.

  This was not a hotel room. This was not the bed & breakfast.

  Where . . .

  He had his answer when he rolled over. There was a woman, and she was naked. Mostly covered in bright and colorful tattoos from the back of her neck all the way to her ankles, long dark hair splayed over his very naked body. Good God, she had a tight ass.

  The bar. That’s right; he’d tried to forget the way Ava had looked in his bed with Jax by going home with a stranger. He should have tried ridding the county of their stock in whiskey instead.

  She moaned, and his dick had the nerve to stir. Panicking, he bolted out of bed and to the bathroom he could see through the open bedroom door. After peeing quickly, he ran back in search of his clothes.

  “You’re the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, huh?” he heard from over his shoulder, just as he was pulling his pants over his hips. “Shame to hide that ass.” Her voice was like—it was like that whiskey he’d had. Warm and smooth, deep and burning.

  “I can see the wheels turning from here, sweetheart. We had sex. You used a condom. It was awesome, you’re the man, blah blah blah.”

  Oh God. It had all rushed back at him, the bar, the bartender, her offer of a place to stay the night. The sex. “We had sex.”

  “That’s how that works, yeah. Tab A into slot B.” She had the nerve to sound amused.

  He grabbed his shirts and yanked them on, leaving the top one unbuttoned while he searched for his socks.

  “In the corner,” she drawled.

  God damn it, was she a mind reader? Fletcher couldn’t look at her naked body, stretched like a cat in the sun across her entire bed, though it was so tempting. Also tattooed on the flip side, and were those nipple piercings?

  “I don’t do this. I know I was miserable last night, and now I remember everything, but I have to apologize if I took advantage of you.”

  “I do do this, and it was amazing. There’s nothing wrong with it. You said you had nowhere to go, and I knew when I allowed you to come here that there were two possibilities. One, you’d be polite and sleep on my couch, or two, we’d fuck and it would be fantastic.”

  “I should have chosen the first option.” His voice sounded panicked even to his own ears.

  “What, you don’t think you’re fantastic at fucking?”

  He cringed at her language. “No, I just don’t—I just don’t, okay? Where are my boots?" he yelled in frustration.

  She pointed at the corner of the room, and there were his boots, his socks neatly tucked inside. “Thank you,” he mumbled, grabbing them and fleeing.

  Lillie was a bit disappointed in the way the morning had proceeded. She was hoping for bacon and eggs with a side of cock for breakfast. It seemed her no-name soldier was skittish, and not used to one night stands. Such a pity, as attractive as he was with his sex-hair even more impressive after sleeping on it. The glimpse she had of his bare ass before he got dressed was just as yummy as she remembered from the night before.

  Oh well. She was positive she’d see him again sooner or later. Abbott was not exactly a big town. She was surprised she hadn’t seen him before, but maybe he wasn’t a bar guy normally. Lillie still remembered that look on his face when he told her he had nowhere to stay the night.

  After dressing and gulping a mug of coffee, she poured her thermos full of more and headed out. She didn’t get very far before large hands were on her arms shoving her up against the wall of the house. The smell of leather and sweat met her nostrils, and it wasn’t hard to guess it was her ex, Brody Turner.

  “I saw him leave. Who the fuck was that, Lillie?” his voice sounded gruffly in her ear. Taller even than her soldier from the night before, Brody was the leader of the local motorcycle gang, the Bandidos. He and Lillie used to date, but that was before he started breaking into her place to act like a stalker.

  “What the fuck do you care? Get your filthy hands off me, Turner.” Lillie was fuming at his rough handling of her, and her temper was pretty legendary.

  “Didn’t know you were spreading your legs for strangers now. Know what that makes you?” he sneered as he towered over her. He enjoyed using his height to intimidate.

  “A grown-ass woman who can take care of herself.” Twisting her arms free, she reached low with her empty hand and found what she’d aimed for. Twisting his tiny balls in her hand, she squeezed until he was the one against the wall grunting. His face was red, sweat popping out on his forehead. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed under his heavy brow, and Lillie knew he was good and pissed.

  “Just because I let you fuck me once upon a time doesn’t mean you control who gets a turn.” She twisted farther, and if he hadn’t dropped to his knees in pain, he might have been intimidating with his rage. He was extremely broad chested and well-muscled, something that used to turn her on.

  “Let me go, fuck!" he shouted in her face.

  “Only if you promise to leave and never come back. You don’t lurk around my house, the bar, or Trois Femmes. You hearing me, Turner?” she shouted back.

  “I hear you! Fuck!”

  She let go and went about her way as he dropped to all fours in the dirt where he belonged. She had to adjust her clothing and hair, but at least her thermos was spill proof.

  Lillie unlocked the back door to the store she owned, flipping on lights as she went. She knew the others would be there soon, so she unlocked the front doors so they could come in that way. Then she started the coffee pot and set out the bottle of Kahlua she’d brought, because she knew her girls.

  By the time Hannah came through the front door, the music was blaring and Lillie was halfway done with her sketch. Her long black hair was tied up under a red handkerchief, her lips bright red to match her shoes. She had a fondness for vintage dresses, and that day’s fashion was black with white polka dots.

  “What’s cookin’, Hannah Banana?” Hannah Henry was one of Lillie’s best friends. They’d known each other since the first day of kindergarten when Hannah had declared them soul sisters. They’d stuck together ever since. Hannah tended to get high when she wasn’t working, but she was thinking about knocking it off. She wasn’t getting any younger, and she needed to be serious about her life. Of course, quitting wasn’t on her mind at the moment, not when she still felt a bit stoned from the night before.

  “My ass; I still feel half-baked.” Hannah giggled, and Lillie rolled her eyes.

  “My father’s daughter will pretend she didn’t hear that,” Lillie said mildly, ignoring the familiar pang at the mention of her father.

  “He would’ve killed me, huh?” Hannah said almost wistfully. Carter had been a father figure to all of Lillie’s friends.

  “Ah, to purposefully change the subject . . . I slept with a fuck-hot guy last night. I’ve decided to call him Jack, cuz I don’t know his name.” Lillie grinned at Hannah as she put her purse down at her station.

  “Jack Daniels?” she clarified, and Lillie nodded. “He’s been a friend of mine!” She laughed.

  “That’s Jose Cuervo, Hann.” Lillie rolled her eyes.

  “Hey, bitches! Lovely morning, isn’t it?” Stella came breezing in the door, calling out to them.

  “Jesus Christ on Melba Toast, you are way too cheerful for this time of day.” Stella Payne was happily married to another of their friends, Luke. She was the only one of the ladies to be settled down, and she was blissful with her man. She epitomized her name, all blonde hair and long legs, big tits and huge brown eyes. She was smart as a whip and loyal to a fault.

  “Lillie was telling me about this guy, Jack Daniels, that she fucked last night,” Hannah piped up as she set up her tattooing equipment.

  “Ooh, a no-namer? That’s just your type,” Stella said. Lillie rolled her eyes again. That tended to be her reputation.

  “Okay, that may be true. He was all puppy dog eyes and fuckable everything: lips, jaw, hair, eyes. Voice. The voice alone could make a woman come.” She fanned herself as she thought about how good it had been.

  “And I bet you did. Tell me he had a huge package.” Hannah giggled. Yeah, high Hannah giggled a lot.

  “Well, I definitely got some last night, but I knew the guy’s name,” Stella interjected.

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sp; Hannah pouted. “I didn’t. I just got high.” She giggled again.

  “You better sober up soon, you’ve got a ten o’clock,” Lillie reminded her. She didn’t get high all the time, and she always came to work on time, so Lillie tried not to ride her ass about it.

  “I know, I’m not nearly as elevated as I was last night. How high did Jack make you feel, huh, Lee?” Hannah asked with a lascivious look on her face.

  “He was amazing, but then he ran this morning like his ass was on fire. Okay, enough about my sex life. I have half of this phoenix sketched, what do you think so far?” Lillie was working on the concept of a tattoo for a repeat customer, and she was mostly done with it.

  Most of their business came from repeat customers, and a good portion of those repeats were from the group of Bandidos that lived together down at the motorcycle club. Most of them had money to burn, and skulls and chick’s names were frequent requests. All of them already had the MC’s logo of a Mexican bandit, so only new initiates came in for that.

  The three of them had opened the tattoo parlor Trois Femmes a few years ago. Lillie was technically the owner, but Hannah and Stella had equal rights in her eyes and those of the business contract she’d drawn up. They made a decent living off of the tiny town, but they were also a stopover spot from those passing by on the interstate. Lillie had put up a few giant billboards at the surrounding exits inviting people in. It didn’t hurt that they added a picture of the three of them looking pretty slutty. They drew a good amount of customers in just from their looks, but they came back because they were professional and talented.

  The bar was Lillie’s mother’s. Lillie’s father left it to Carol in his will, but Carol had no idea how to run it, so Lillie did. She ran it, ran the staff, and was one-third owner of the tattoo parlor, too.

  She didn’t get much sleep, but it was worth it to chase her dreams.

  Chapter 2

  Fletcher needed a place to stay on the weekends other than the bed and breakfast. The owner had too many cats, and the place creaked at night, not to mention the rooster that crowed in the morning. As much as he was used to getting up at five a.m., he didn’t need a rooster right outside his window to scare him awake. The week he’d spent there was grating on him. So that was how he came to be jogging before sunrise, mulling over his conundrum. He could move full time to the base, but he actually loved splitting his time between there and Abbott. There was nothing better than returning to his hometown when he came back from the desert.

  There was a sign in a window of a little cabin on the edge of town. Pulling his cell from his pocket, Fletcher typed in the number and saved it. He highly doubted anybody would appreciate being called that early in the morning.

  He ran back toward town, feeling the urge to run by the bar and the house of the woman he’d stayed with. He wasn’t a drinker normally, and he just never noticed her there before. They didn’t exactly travel in the same circles. He was still embarrassed over what they did, what he did. Fletcher just never was the type; he made Ava wait until they were engaged for crying out loud. It had to have been the whiskey. When he drank Jack Daniels, he tended to act more boldly.

  But why shouldn’t he? He wasn’t engaged anymore, clearly. He should go out and have some fun. Do something interesting. Date somebody. He snorted. That wasn’t his style, and he knew he’d do no such thing. He enjoyed maps and computers, and barely knew how to speak to strangers. His only friend was someone he’d known since middle school, and since he’d moved out of town shortly after graduation, Fletcher led a boring social life.

  Lillie was way out of his league, though. He didn’t even know what her league was, but it sure as hell was worlds away from his. He didn’t know what they would talk about, or what they could possibly have in common. He’d always been a bit of a nerd. He would rather read maps than watch television. He would rather work late than hit up a club in Killeen. And he was out of town more often than home. What would they even talk about? His sudden zeal for Jack Daniels?

  No wonder Ava grew tired of him.

  Leaving the girls at the shop, Lillie headed over to the bar. She looked at the calendar on her desk to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything. There was a delivery later that day, inventory Monday. The weekend would be busy; it always was.

  There was rarely anything different happening in Abbott. It was a same old, same old type of town. There was something comforting about that. Lillie knew the lady that ran the grocery and the faces of the men that ate at the diner. She could name the daily specials at that diner by heart. She loved nothing more than to sit in her daddy’s favorite spot, ass in the groove in the booth he and countless other men had worn down.

  It was familiar and left a certain settled feeling in her heart.

  It was also boring sometimes.

  So the bar brought interesting nights, and Trois Femmes brought interesting days. It just seemed like there ought to be more. Stella and Luke grew up there, and she always knew she would marry him. They really were a perfect match. Hannah was seeing a guy off and on that lived in Austin. She swore that it wasn’t serious because neither one was willing to move, but Lillie knew better. Hannah would wear him down soon enough, and then she’d be married, too.

  And Lillie? She’d been single since Brody. She never found a guy in that town that was worth more than a few dates, and maybe a romp. The Bandidos boys all thought they were the best thing to walk the Earth, and even worse, they thought they were the lowest hung. They really weren’t.

  She thought she knew every face in town, if not the name of everyone. So the soldier from the other night remained on her mind. She’d never seen his face before, never knew a soldier in that town that wasn’t a veteran. She couldn’t get his sad blue eyes off her mind, or the pain on his face when he said he didn’t have a home to go back to. She wanted to feed him and give him a roof over his head. Basically, Lillie wanted to adopt him.