From my aerial view on the roof, I see Summer coming down the main road, something in the back of her truck. It’s been five long days since I’ve started work on the house—Unfortunately her entire roof is in need of replacement—and I still can’t get used to calling Summer by a fake name. Nor can I ignore the heat arching between us. When not working at Winchesters, she’s been running around town like she’s in search of something. Of what I don’t know. When she’s here, she’s in short shorts and tank tops, washing the place down and scraping paint off the front porch, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything but getting my dick inside her again.

The big engine revs, announcing her arrival. Even if I hadn’t spotted her I would have heard her coming a mile away. I stand, my boots thumping as I walk to the edge to see her. Like my dick hasn’t been tortured enough today, right? I spot a mattress in the back of her truck, and I climb down the ladder, ready to carry it inside for her. Only problem is, a new mattress, Jenna alone in her bedroom—I see all kinds of trouble with that scenario.

I hit the last rung, and a loud oomph cuts through the quiet of the day. I turn, and when I see her struggling to get it off the back of the truck, I shake my head. Why the hell didn’t she have it delivered? Or ask me to pick it up.

Damn stubborn woman.

I hook my thumbs into my tool belt. “What are you doing?”

“I’m painting the ceiling,” she shoots back. “What does it look like I’m doing?” Her gaze drops from my face to my bare chest. “And why don’t you put a shirt on?”

I grin. She scowls and mumbles curses under her breath. I’m guessing the sexual tension is getting to her every bit as much as it’s getting to me. Either that or she can’t find whatever it is she’s looking for. Then again, maybe she’s desperate for a Starbucks fix. She’s been doing nothing but complaining about the coffee in this town. Seriously though, if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to do irreparable damage. Beating off every night isn’t doing a goddamn thing to ease the tension coiling tight in my cock.

Scowling back, I glare at her, and shake my head at her obstinacy. It must have killed her to ask me for help with the place, seeing how she likes to do everything on her own. “Looks like you’re trying to carry a big ass mattress inside, and having trouble doing it.”

“Can’t get anything by you, can I?” she shoots back.

“And I’m not in a shirt because it’s a million fucking degrees on the roof.”

Her gaze skirts to mine again, and my cock thickens as those sexy whiskey-colored eyes rake over my chest. I can almost feel the burn marks as her heat brands me. “Fine. Don’t put a shirt on then.”

“Need help?”

“No, I got this.” She waves me away, like she can’t take me standing there for one more second. “Just go do whatever it was you were doing.”

“Okay.” I stand back for a second, letting the noonday sun beat down on me, and watch her struggle. If she wasn’t so sexy in those frayed shorts, and a drool-worthy tank top, I’d find humor in the situation.

But I’m not laughing.

Nope, not laughing at all.

In fact, I’m sweating like a goddamn Saint Bernard in a heat wave—smack dab in the center of Death Valley.

She manages to get the mattress from the back of the truck, but then she stumbles. The mattress goes down, and she looks like a fallen angel as she spills across it. Arms and legs splayed, breathing hard, her hair in a tumbled mess—it’s more than I can fucking take. Her body beckons me, and it leaves me battered and broken like a Blue Bay fishing trawler caught in a violent Atlantic storm.

“Jenna,” I say, tasting her new name on my tongue and liking the flavor it leaves. With my resolve all but gone, moisture breaks out on my body, but it’s not from the afternoon sun. I swallow. Hard. My throat as dry as the Sahara, scratchy as hell, but the only thing that’s going to hydrate me is her. I take a tentative step toward her, and expect her to scramble backward. She made it perfectly clear that night in the hotel was a one-shot deal, but she’s not moving. Oh no, she’s not moving at all.

Her chest rises and falls as she breathes harder, and her legs inch open. The movement is slight but it doesn’t go unnoticed by me. At that sweet invitation, I look her over, my heart thudding hard in my chest. Jesus she is so pretty. I take in her curves, the jean shorts that are in my fucking way. I need my mouth on her, my fingers inside her panties.

A rush of sexual energy hits so hard, I’m unable to fight it anymore. As need overshadows sensibility, I drop to my knees at the foot of the mattress and a small sound catches in her throat. Her gaze shoots to my hands as I take off my tool belt and toss it aside.

“I need to fuck you,” I say, no games, just the straight-up truth. I brush my hand through my hair, and her gaze roams over me. She sits up, puts her warm palms on my chest, and I’m not sure if it’s to push me away or pull me closer. But then she traces my scars, my tattoo, and I resist the urge to climb to the roof and scream Halle-freaking-luliah. She looks dazed, lost in thought, her eyes imbued with lust as she trails her fingers over my flesh. My muscles flex, and harden, as she reacquaints her hands with my body. My dick aches to be inside her tight pussy. It’s a need, not a want.

I put my hand over hers, bring it to my mouth and brush my lips lightly over her fingers. “I need to taste you again. I need to put my mouth all over you.” I’m ready to tell her more, all the dirty things I want to do with her, but her hands are on me again, in my hair, raking across my shoulders, dragging skin on my chest.

I press my mouth to hers, and she opens for me. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the depths of her. So fucking sweet. But it’s not enough. Lust burns through my blood as I wrench my mouth from hers. I slip my hand under her tank top, the softness of her skin, the warm scent of her flesh sets off a chain reaction in my body.

With a little nudge she falls back, and her hair splays out. I take a second to look at her, admire what’s mine.

Mine?

Fuck, she’s not mine. We just have this sexual pull that a few more fucks will surely sate. I ignore the part of my brain that warns a few more fucks won’t be enough.

“Sean,” she whispers, and the sound strokes my cock. Hardens it. Turns it into fucking granite.

“Yeah?”

Her eyes open and close, her lids fluttering fast. “Please . . .” She reaches for me and I don’t even think she knows what she’s begging for as I fall over her, my body pressing hers into the mattress once again. I don’t give a shit that we’re outside, that anyone could stumble upon us. No. All I care about is tasting her, shoving my cock so deep inside, it will finally kill the obsession I can’t seem to shake.

I roll to my side, run my hands over her breasts, her stomach, and push the button through the shorts that have been driving me bat-shit crazy. I don’t take them off, not yet. Instead I push my hand inside, dip into her panties and roll my finger over her clit. It’s a little dirtier this way, and I want to get hot and filthy with this girl, as I get my fill and get over this fixation. Greedy with need, her hips come off the mattress, her eyes glazing with hunger.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I work my finger over her swelling nub, and she’s so wet and hot for me my dick jumps in my jeans. “Do you have any idea how torturous these last few days have been for me?” I ask as I sink a finger into her. So slick. Sopping wet.

Evading my question she moans, “Oh, that’s so good.” A keening sound rises in her throat as her hips rise up to meet my thrusting finger. I fuck her hard and deep, swiping the rough tip of my index over the tight bundle of nerves inside.

“I think you do know,” I say. “I think you’ve been walking around here in next to nothing because you needed my cock in you again, but you’re too much of a good girl to ask for it.” Her eyes widened with shock and denial, and she shakes her head. I grin. “Yeah, deny it all you want. I don’t believe it for a second and I ought to put you over my knee for that.” The hunger in her eyes grows. Well, well, looks like the good girl likes the idea of a spanking. I stab another finger inside her and she gasps. I finger fuck her a few more times, then pull out. She cries out at the loss, but it turns in to a moan of pleasure when I flip her over.

I grip her hips and lift, until her ass is in the air. Her tight shorts hug her beautiful backside and it’s all I can do to breathe as I tug them down to expose her creamy flesh. I gave her a slap and she yelps.

“No more teasing,” I say. “If you want me to fuck you, just ask.” Another slap, followed by another keen cry. It seeps under my skin and urges me on. “I’ll give you what you want.” I run my hand over her ass to soothe the sting. “Got it?” When she whimpers and moves, like she’s waiting for more hard slaps, I deepen my voice. “Got it?”

“Yes,” she whispers, so delirious with need I’m sure she’ll agree to just about anything. Maybe she’ll even agree to be my girl.

Wait, what? I’m not looking for long term, especially from a girl who’s lying to me. This is just sex. Plain and simple.

“Tell me,” I urge.

“I got it. When I want you to fuck me all I have to do is ask.”

Hearing her talk like that sends my need into outer space, to soar where the air is thin and nothing exists but time. Time that I’ll need kiss every inch of her sweet body until she’s flying with me. I flip her back over, take in the flush on her cheeks. I unhook my jeans, shove them to my thighs and release my cock. Her eyes widen in pleasure as I stroke myself, a long hard tug from base to crown. Precum drips from my slit, and I’m not even sure she’s aware that she’s licking her lips. Fuck this is going to be good.

“Look at me.” Her gaze lifts. “Do you need your mouth on me as much as I need mine on you?”

“Yes,” she says, her head nodding wildly. I touch her pussy, run my finger along the seam of her jean shorts. “I’m going to eat your sweet little pussy. I’m going to tongue you so deep you’ll still feel my mouth on you, long after we’re done. Then you’re going to take my cock in your mouth, little girl. You’re going to put your tongue all over me and take me deep, until you can’t breathe.” I push aside the scrap of material covering her hot sex, and run my finger over the crotch of her damp panties. “You’re going to show me how much you want my cock in here.”

I grab her shorts, tug them down her thighs until her gorgeous cunt is exposed. Heaven. Pure fucking heaven. She’s wiggling, trying to get her shorts down farther, to widen her legs. But I don’t let her just yet. Yeah, when I take her she’ll be wide open and begging for it, but watching her squirm, and having her at my mercy like this is too fucking sexy.

I climb over her, press a knee into the matters on either side of her trapped legs and take in her groomed pussy. “Did you do this for me?” I ask, stroking her mound, so soft and smooth, it’s going to taunt me for the rest of my life, even in sleep.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

A rough sound crawls out of my mouth. Son of a bitch. On some unconscious level she was playing with me, needing this as much as I do. “You’re a goddamn cock tease, keeping me in a state of arousal until I broke. Now it’s your turn to break, Jenna. Your turn to shatter completely around my tongue and cock.” She’s visibly vibrating by the time I finish telling her what I plan to do to her, and her nails are clawing at me as I dip my head, slide my finger along her tight slit, and free her clit.

I lap at her, then flatten my tongue for a long slow lick. She’s moaning and writhing, a hot mess, lost in lust. I fucking love it. I harden my tongue; whip her clit with accurate precision, until she’s pulsating, rocking against me, crying out my name. I tear my tongue away and go lower, to drive into her tight hole as I press my thumb to her clit. I fuck her with the soft blade of my tongue, and apply more pressure to her quivering clit as I ravage her.

“I . . . oh, yes, don’t . . . don’t stop.” She’s panting, tossing her head from side to side, and tugging my hair as she squirms.

I continue the dual assault, and she closes her hands over her breasts, so sexy. She makes a noise, hot sexy primal noise as she grinds against me. I fuck her harder, deeper, until she’s burning up. My cock throbs, a red-hot rod desperate to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around it. I glance up at her and her mouth opens, but no sound comes as she climaxes. Yeah, that’s it, that’s the look I love on her.

She comes all over my tongue and fingers, and I want to bath my cock in it, rub it all over the long length of my shaft and let her lick it clean. But I can’t get in her just yet, not with her shorts still on. I swirl my fingers in her hot juice, as she clenches, her sex muscles biting down on my probing tongue. I stay with her, until she rides out the orgasm, then I pet her lightly and climb up her body. I kiss her mouth, hard, feverish. Fierce. Demanding. I want her lips swollen, when I pound her into the next decade.

I break from her, and we’re both panting, shaking, as I fall to the mattress beside her. I peel off my jeans, and kick off my boots. “Get that tank top off.” Through her shirt, I rub my thumb over her nipples. “These need my mouth.” She peels her top off, her bra quickly following.

“Climb on top of me, put them in my mouth.”

On her hands and knees she crawls toward me. Christ, she looks so damn sexy. I decide then and there that I’m going to fuck her in that position. Yeah, I’m going to edge in behind her, spread her legs wide and push into her, long, hot, deep strokes that will leave us both bruised and sated.

She falls over my naked body, and reality slips away. I’m less than a gentleman in this dream as I grip her ribcage and slide her up until I have her right where I want her. She braces her hands on the mattress over my head, and I suck on one hard nipples. She moans and spread her legs, her hot center pressed against my chest. I smell her arousal, her sweetness as she rubs her pussy all over me.

I lick and suck and bite down on her nipples until their raw and branded. Mine. She’s moaning, and my body is so tight I’m not going to last long. Hungry with need, I push on her shoulders, and she slides down my body, until she’s positioned between my legs.

“Suck me, Jenna. Show me how much you want my cock.”

As my body hums with need, she takes my cock in her hand, and devours me with her eyes. I nearly come. Everywhere she touches fills me with warmth and unearths things inside me. Her fingers curl around my girth, and she strokes. I growl, fire licking over my thighs. She bends forward and her breath is so hot against my cock it throbs in her soft palms. I bite back a curse as her pretty pink tongue flicks out. She moans, and licks my crown like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone. More precum spills and she greedily laps at it.

“That’s it,” I bite out and she widens her mouth to accommodate my girth. I push her hair back to watch. Fucking beautiful. “Jesus that’s good,” I growl. Her hands go to my balls. They tighten. Draw up. Scream for mercy.

I’m a fucking goner.

My cock stabs her mouth and I tug on her hair, needing her to continue almost as much as I need her to stop. “You’re fucking killing me,” I growl.

That seems to drive her on. She adjusts her body and takes me impossibly deeper, her hands working my shaft and balls. I draw in a breath and try to keep it together. I want to splash down her throat, want all my cum in her, but I’m desperate to get into that tight pussy. Later. Yeah, later I’ll come in her mouth. “Stop,” I say and curl her hair around my hand three times. “I need to fuck you.”

Her eyes are glazed when they meet mine, and my heart thumps, thrilled to know I put that look on her face. She crawls off me, her sweet ass in the air. Lord fucking help me.

“Stay on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you just like that.”

She obeys, and I fish a condom from my pocket. I roll it on and rub my cock against her ass. I slide an arm around her, hug her under her breasts and tug until she’s upright, but still on her knees. I run my hands over her, slide them down her belly. She moves against me, breathing so hard now, so desperate for my cock, it does something dangerous to me. I slide my hands lower, to touch her wet sex as I kiss her neck, lick the sweetness from her damp skin. She cries out, and arches. My cock presses against the long slit of her ass and I rake my teeth over her skin.

I circle her clit. She quakes around me, and I shove a finger inside her. I stroke deep, and she shatters again. I’ve barely touched her and she’s coming all over me again. Jesus, she’s so responsive. Her hand closes over mine, and when she takes it to her mouth and sucks my finger, licking her sweet cum, it’s more than I can take.

“Sean,” she whispers.

“Yeah.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

And just like that, I nearly shoot my load. Son of a bitch. Why again, did I insist she tell me when she needs to be fucked? Hearing her saying it, hearing the plea in her voice, is hot as fuck, and arouses the beast in me.

I grip the back of her neck, and bend her over until she’s back on her hands and knees. My mind is reeling, intoxicated in her. I growl deep, ready to fuck the hell out of her until we’re both a quivering mess. Need. Pure fucking primal need pulls at me.

“Are you desperate for my cock?” Jesus, is that my voice? I sound like I’ve eaten a handful of the nails in my tool belt.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Spread for me. I need you wide open.”

She parts her knees and wiggles her ass as her body opens to me. I go back on my heels to see her sex, take in the way it glistens invitingly. She has the prettiest pussy, and as I look at it, three words come to mind—mine to own.

I reposition, grip my cock and press it against her sex and she tries to shimmy backward, but I clamp my hand over her slim hip and hold her still. In one swift move I power my hips forward and go balls deep into her lethal softness, stretching her to the hilt as I ram into her soaked opening.

“Fuck,” I growl as she sucks me in, her sweet cunt hugging me so nicely. Perfection. Goddamn fucking perfection. I close my eyes against the flood of heat as I pull out, only to slide back in again. Her body shudders around my cock, the vibrations going right through me.

I run my hands along her back, then grip her hips for leverage. I pound into her, and my breath grows shallow as mind-blowing sensations grip my balls. Perspiration breaks out on my body as I continue to spear her with my hard cock, reaching a fevered pitch that takes me to the edge of oblivion in record time.

“Yes,” she cries out tension rising in her body curling around me. Delirious with need, pleasure, I give her what she wants. Christ, sex with her the second time is even better yet not nearly enough to sate my cravings.

Told you so.

But how is that even possible?

“Fuck me. Just like that,” she adds, rearing back to meet my every hard thrust.

My body shakes, revels in the bliss in her voice. One hand slides up her back, tangles in her hair and I tug until I can hear her screaming my name. Heat floods me, and I reach around her, press my finger to her clit. She grinds against it, the thrust back to meet my every vicious pump.

“I’m . . .” Her voice falls off as she quakes.

Her body shudders around me, her heat scorching my aching cock as she orgasms again. I fuck her furiously, the hot friction whipping around me and escalating the need. Tension snaps. Blood flows thick and heavy. A hot ball of pleasure settles in my groin as I bury the long length of my shaft inside.

Air leaves my lungs in a rush as I fill my rubber with my cum, wishing I was filling her instead. My fingers bite into her hips hard enough to leave a mark. I feel a flash of possessiveness that catches me off guard. Probably because this was the hottest, craziest fucking sex I’ve ever had, but it was so much more than that.

Somewhere in the distance, near the shore, I hear the waves lapping, teens yelling. It jostles me back to the present and I suck in a breath to get my brain working again. It’s crazy how I’d been so lost in her that I hadn’t even realized life was going on around us. I pull out of her, fall to the mattress and drag her down with me. I go onto my side, balance on one elbow and brush her hair back, to take in her flushed face. Jesus, I want her again. This second time should have been enough, but I’ll be damned if it was.

I poke the mattress. “You ready to let me help you carry this thing inside?” I ask.

She blinks, and confused whiskey-colored eyes go wide as she looks around, like she’s trying to orient herself. “Sean, I can’t believe we just . . .”

“Had sex outside on the mattress?”

“Yeah, I mean, my neighbors, the beach—”

“Yeah, we probably shouldn’t have. Tell you what. Let’s me get this inside, and to your bedroom, where we’ll have no worries about anyone stumbling in to your front yard and catching us.”

Her eyes fill with lust, and she blinks, like she’s rethinking this whole thing, but I can’t let her do that. She’s hot for me, I’m hot for her, so why shouldn’t we just keep on having sex—at least until I finish work on her house. Then I’ll get my life in order.

“I want to keep fucking you.” She goes quiet, lost in thought, an uneasy look moving over her face like she’s battling with herself. I’m sure she’s running from something but goddammit I don’t want her running from me. At least not yet. “Until the job is finished,” I add.

Yeah, yeah, I know. My plan to concentrate on the business, set an example for my brothers, and not fuck around with some woman has been severely crippled. But Summer Wheeler—Jenna Garridy—she’s no ordinary woman. And therein, of course, lies the problem.