Packing Heat(164)

After everything went down between us, and I finally got a taste of that pussy, she retreated into her room like she was scared of getting too close. Which was fine with me, but the damn girl was so hot and cold. One second she couldn’t get enough, and the next she was running off like I had the plague.

Didn’t matter, though. We had a job to do and that was all that mattered. I got up off the couch, stretched, and headed into the kitchen. I made some coffee and waited for her to get up.

I didn’t have to wait long. Almost as if summoned by the deep, dark smell of the coffee, she stumbled out of her room with her hair up in a messy bun, looking sexy as fuck. I wanted to strip those short little shorts from her tight ass and taste her skin again, but I held back. We had work to do.

“Morning,” I grunted.

“Morning.” She poured herself some coffee. “You sleep okay last night?”

“I always sleep like a baby after a fucking like that.”

She blushed. “That’s good to hear.”

“Look at you,” I said, laughing. “We can’t talk about how you came nice and hard on my big cock last night?”

“We can,” she said. “I just didn’t know we needed to.”

“I can’t help but talk about that body some more.” I grinned at her, stepping close. “I mean, fuck, look at you. You’re practically still begging for it.”

“Maybe not,” she said, stepping away from me and heading back toward her room.

“Don’t run off and hide,” I said. “We have some work to do today.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Work?”

“Hell yeah. Remember that job we have to do?”

“How could I forget.”

I smirked at her. “Got any interest in riding some ATVs?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I thought we had work to do?”

I laughed. “This is work. You ever been on one before?”

“I lived on a farm, Travis. I know how to ride.”

“Good,” I said, my grin getting bigger. “Go get dressed. We got a date with some four-wheelers.”

She gave me a look and then disappeared back into her bedroom.

I knocked back my coffee and then got in the shower. We needed to stop back at the hotel room and grab the rest of my things, but that could wait.

I needed to see this girl ride again. If not my cock, then at least some big, powerful four-wheelers.

As the warm water washed down my skin, I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a fun fucking day.



The Caldwell family ran a little ATV tour company called Spirited Tours out in the hills out of their compound. It wasn’t a long ride out there, with just a short stop back at my hotel room to grab the rest of my stuff.

Hartley didn’t say much on the way out there, though she did eye my bag like she thought it was going to grow wings. She wasn’t exactly trying to hide her displeasure at me staying on her couch, but it didn’t matter.

I was doing this to save her ass. It didn’t matter if she was happy about the particulars, so long as she continued breathing during and after our time together. And if she wanted to press that pretty body up against mine and let me make her sweat, well, that was fine with me. I was more than happy, and practically always hard for her. But I wasn’t playing any games, not with so much at stake.

We pulled up outside the Caldwell family compound in the late morning. There were a few other cars parked in the lot, and I pulled in next to a little minivan.

We climbed out of the car. “How’s this place stay in business?” Hartley asked me.

“Low overhead,” I said. “And they’re not really making much on these tours. It’s mostly a front, I’d wager.”

“Still. Why do people come out here?”

I shrugged. “It’s an old mining area. Rich folks from down the hills want to ride around and see the country, get their eyes on some mine shafts, feel like they’re living the real backwoods life.”

“And the Caldwells are okay with that?”

“What do they care? Money is money, and letting some idiots ride around on ATVs isn’t hurting anyone.”

“You realize that we’ll be those idiots soon?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yeah, true. Let’s hope that’s all they think about us.”

I headed up the short walk and pushed open the main building’s door. Hartley followed me, and I held the door open like a true gentleman. She gave me a look but said nothing as I grinned at her.

“Can I help you folks?”

I recognized him immediately, though we’d never met before. The guy standing behind the front desk and wearing a Spirited Tours T-shirt was definitely one of Janey’s brothers, but I couldn’t recall which one.