This woman drove him insane with her sweetness and fire. Colby scraped his fingernail along the inside seam of her jeans, a lazy assault that made her squirm. He flicked his tongue over hers in the same languid manner, until she whimpered. When he kept his caresses simple and easy, she ripped her mouth away from his on a gasp.
“What are you doing? I think your two minutes are up.”
Colby left damp, openmouthed kisses down the bared column of her throat. God. She smelled like wildflowers. “I’ve decided since I’m always tryin’ to beat the clock on the dirt, I ain’t gotta time myself now, or to give in to your demands, greedy girl. See, now I’m thinkin’ I don’t want to rush this. I want you to feel the anticipation, so when I finally slide my cock inside you later tonight, you’ll remember how much you wanted it there. How much you craved it.”
She whispered, “Don’t you want it?”
He tugged her face closer by a chunk of her hair until his hat brim shadowed her eyes. “I can hardly see straight from wantin’ you, Channing. But I’ll be goddamned if you’ll take this from me because I can’t keep my hands off your tempting body. This is my show. You wanted me to be in charge, so I’m remindin’ you we’re doing this my way, understand?”
The hood thunked back into place, shaking the truck frame, breaking the intense moment. The front cab doors slammed shut as Trevor and Edgard climbed in.
Edgard groaned. “Are you guys going to be fucking around back there all day? Because if you are, ride in the horse trailer. It’ll be damn distracting to hear your moans and smell sex as we’re trying to keep us on the road and in one piece.”
“Yeah,” Trevor chimed in. “I thought we were waitin’ until tonight for any more action?”
“Feeling left out?” Edgard asked.
“Don’t pout. It ain’t my fault you didn’t join in earlier,” Trevor shot back.
Great. Colby was acting like a pussy-whipped greenhorn who couldn’t think beyond getting in Channing’s pants. No way in hell would he admit that weakness to his traveling partners. Instead, he returned Channing to her side of the truck.
“Sorry. Yeah, we got carried away. You sure you don’t want me to drive? Because I’m thinkin’ me and Channing back here together, even with all our clothes on, is a bad idea.”
She snickered.
Trevor gunned the engine. “Hang on, it’s gonna be a tight turn to get out of here.”
Automatically, Colby and Edgard reached up for the handles hanging from the ceiling as Trevor whipped the big rig around.
Channing smoothed her hands down the outside of her thighs, then busied herself with compacting the trash. She leaned over the front seat. “You guys have any junk up there that needs to be tossed out? It’s all picked up back here.”
Edgard glared at Colby. “You were making her clean up?”
“Hell, no! I didn’t make her do nothin’. Must be a woman thing, it was something she did on her own.”
“Well, someone has to do it,” she retorted.
“Obrigada,” Edgard said. “I promise we’ll try a little harder to keep it tidy now that you’re bunking with us, right?”
“Sounds good to me,” Trevor said.
Channing set her chin on her forearms, which were resting along the back edge of the front seat. “How are the sleeping arrangements going to work? There’s hardly enough room in the horse trailer for two people, let alone four.”
Trevor signaled and pulled onto the freeway. “We don’t all stay in the trailer. We rent a motel room. It’s easier to shower that way. Two of us stay in the room, and one of us sleeps out here. We rotate, so someone is always keeping an eye on the horses.”
“Someone meaning me usually sleepin’ with the damn horses,” Colby grumbled.
“Besides, sometimes we need privacy. A break from each other,” Edgard said.
Trevor shot Edgard a strange look.
Channing glanced at Colby over her shoulder. He shrugged at her puzzled expression. She’d learn to deal with the two of them sniping at each other, or she wouldn’t. He preferred to stay out of it.
“Like I told Colby, I can’t eat fast food all the time. I don’t mind cooking if I’ve got the right supplies.”
“And like I told you, we don’t expect you to cook and clean for us, darlin’,” Colby said testily.
“Especially if you’re gonna make us eat vegetables.” Trevor shuddered. “Give me jerky and chili dogs over any of that green shit any day.”
Edgard nodded. “Don’t forget the Mexican delights of Taco Bell.”