I pull Haley’s suitcases from the backseat. The rain is still coming down pretty hard, and just the run from the truck in the driveway to the front awning under my house leaves us soaked.

As if we weren’t already totally wet.

I turn the key in the lock and I grind my teeth. Tonight, all I wanted was a little peace and quiet to work on my pet project in the shop.

Instead, I got the surprise of a damn lifetime in this fireball redhead who was dropped at my doorstep.

It’s always the crazy ones who fuck the best. I should have seen this one coming.

But I was too busy. Coming.

Dagny, Haley, whatever I’m calling her, she means business, apparently. She fucks like a champ and moves right along to making me her wedding date.

I push the door open, walk in, and flip on the lights, gauging Haley’s reaction.

“Wow,” she says as she walks around. “It’s bigger than I thought. And orderly.”

“It’s an eighteen fifties build,” I inform her. “It was my grandparents’ place.”

Her eyes are big and blue and curious as she walks through the first floor. “My grandmother was old school. She loved hosting dinner parties, cooking, and having people over for tea.” I nod toward the tea room. “That there is the tea room.”

The wallpaper in the tea room is white and overly ornate with stamps of houses on it. Honestly, I haven’t thought about the wallpaper in years. I don’t even go into the tea room anymore. But Haley is looking at everything like a little kid, and it’s making me look a little harder again.

I was thinking all along she had those crazy eyes. That beautiful, eighties red hair had me supremely distracted. I swallow, turn, and lock eyes with her.

My dick twitches again. I don’t know how the hell she turns me on so much, but I swear I’m ready to go again.

“You haven’t said a damn word about the invitation I just gave you in the car,” she says. “So are we just going to ignore that, pretend like it never happened?”

“Look, Lady,” I say.

She rolls her eyes at my word usage. She turns to me with her hands on her hips.

“Fine,” I correct. “Haley. You’re talking crazy. Ain’t no way I’m going to a wedding with you. It’s not you. I just don’t do weddings. Not my thing. Nothing personal.”

She bites her lip.

“What is your problem any way? Life throw you a couple wrong turns that make you end up here?”

I clench my fists. “So you got a fucking problem with Blackwell, City Girl? You’re too good for the fucking country?”

She must see my rage building, because she backtracks. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, look. I know this is a crazy proposal. But let me explain.”

I cross my arms. “Please.”

“Okay. I...are you going to put a shirt on?!”

I scrunch up my face. “My house, my rules. Why the hell would I do that?”

“Okay,” she shakes her head. I guess my tattoos are distracting her. It happens. “Well, here’s the thing Liam. I know this is crazy. I don’t really know what to think about what happened back there on the road. And in the truck.”

“I do. You’re hot as fucking hell and make me want to do things I’ve never even thought of.”

Even from a few feet away I see the goosebumps form on her arm. I smirk.

“Oh God. Well, here’s what I want. If you think I’m crazy, fine. I can live with that. But I’ll kick myself if I don’t just get it out there. I need a fake date for my sister’s wedding. I’ve been telling my family for months that I’m still in a relationship with my ex-fiancé, who I walked in on cheating on me four months ago. And if I don’t have a date, it’s going to throw the seating arrangements off, and my sister is even more OCD than I am. She’ll flip. And…”

“And what?”

She shrugs. “I just haven’t been getting along with my family lately. I could use a guy like you there to distract me. And distract my family for me. I’m twenty-eight, they keep bitching at me to get married. So I tried that. And probably rushed into it with my ex.”

I take a step toward her and rake a hand through my hair.

“So you want me to come with you as your fake wedding date. Well, real wedding date. I’d be your fake boyfriend. You want me there just to...fix the seating arrangements? How hard is it to switch a damn seat out?”

“My sister is so OCD you don’t even know. And the whole ‘me not having a fiancé anymore’ thing is something I need to break to my parents in person.”

“I do know. I’ve dated some OCD girls before,” I let slip.

“Oh. So you do actually date girls for more than a night. Good to know,” she winks.

She steps toward me and puts her hand on my hip. She smells like the rain and I love it. “I have to run the shop this week,” I say. “Only shop in Blackwell.”

“What about Dick?”

“Who’s Dick?”

“The owner?! ‘Dick’s Auto Repair.’”

“Oh. Yeah Dick doesn’t work there any more. Like I said, Dick was my father.”

“Just come. Come on. Someone can sub in for you.”

I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. It surprises me that she wants someone so badly to be her date, just to not fuck up the seating arrangements and act as a buffer.

She looks up at me with these puppy dog eyes, glossy.

I brush her hair behind her ears.

Fuck it.

I’m not one to turn down an adventure. And something about this girl gives me a spark of life I haven’t felt in quite some time. As much as I love the country life, sometimes, it can get monotonous.

“I’ll do this, but on one condition,” I say.

“What?” She bats her eyelashes, staring up at me.

I lean down, put my mouth close to her ear and whisper, “If I come to this thing, I will fuck you whenever--and wherever--I damn well please.”

She wriggles her body for a moment. I keep my hand gripping her chin and ear. “Oh God, Liam.” She whimpers.

“What is it, Dagny?” I react to her whimper, forcing her to look back up at me. I skewer her with my eyes, just like I want to do to her with my cock.

“I’m wet,” she groans.

I smirk. “So, I’ll take that as a yes.”

She swallows and nods. “You can take me whenever you want.”

“And wherever,” I add.

“I mean, you’re not going to fuck me in public or anywhere embarrassing, are you?”

“Shut up, City Girl,” I growl. I reach my hand down the side of her back and slide it down to her ass. “If you say yes, I’ll do whatever the fuck I please.”

I slam her body into the wall. Her head knocks into one of the paintings a little as we make out. I slide a hand between her legs.

“Damn Dagny. You’re still wet as hell,” I smirk. “So I take it the answer is a yes?”

“Yes, Liam,” she purrs. “Wherever. However. Whenever. Oh, God.”

She glares back at me, her eyes sparkling, half open. She reaches between my legs and grabs me, albeit a little clumsily.

“God damn, Liam,” she smiles. “Really? You think you can go again?”

I grin but don’t say anything. Haley breathes hard, staring back at me with her mouth hanging open. Her chest presses against me and I can feel her heart thump like a drum. I can definitely go again, but right now I’m in the mood for something else. I want to hear what kind of noise she makes when I give her the second treatment of the night.

“Dagny, you know better’n that. You’ve been spending too much time around that city dick. Those motherfuckers are all cooped up in their apartments watching a little too much porno, they lose their stamina when a hot as shit girl with a great ass and a phenomenal set of tits ends up right in front of them. You better get used to it, honey.”

The look in her eyes is total surrender as I guide her to the side of the couch. I turn her around, yank her skirt up her back, and pull her panties down.

“Spread your legs for me, Haley.”

“Okay,” she purrs, and for fucking once I notice there’s a softness in her voice. The rigidness, the bitterness is tamed, at least for a moment.

I put my hands on her cheeks, spread her legs as best I can, and dive in with my tongue. She leans forward and puts her hands on the couch to keep from falling down.

She quivers while I bury my tongue in her pussy, flicking it on her clit. Her moans become soft, short, and sweet. I growl a little bit, sending vibrations through her core via my vocal chords. I’m hard as fuck, so turned on by the cute little noises she makes.

Haley may have a laundry list of reasons to be mad at the world. Hell, behind her bitch shield she might be as fucked up and bitter as I am. But right now, in this moment, she’s totally at my whim as I twist my tongue inside her.

I reach up with one hand and massage her breast while my tongue is still inside her. Her groans grow louder, though I still love how downright vulnerable they sound. It’s like her demons are being exorcised or something.

She seems to have settled into her rhythm, so I bring my hand back, release her from my tongue’s grasp for a moment, and force two of my fingers inside her.

She lets out a hot as fuck guttural moan as my digits take up the space inside her and curl back onto her sweet spot.

“Oh God. Oh God, Liam!”

I love how her thighs quiver while I curl into her. Yeah, I’ve found her fucking spot, but my dick is throbbing, aching to slam balls deep inside her wet cunt.

I reach my other hand down to my cock and grip it, making it slick with Haley’s juices.

Natural fucking lube.

The scent of sex, pleasure, and everything that’s wrong with this one night stand fills my nostrils. Her legs tremble and I curl my fingers harder. Deeper. Back to the spot I can tell makes her engine purr.

Hours ago, Haley was a complete stranger to me.

Now, I’m stroking my cock back and forth as I finger her from behind.

“Liam!!” She cries out. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming so hard.”

Her voice is nearly musical as she speaks, breathy, drained from her orgasm.

I growl as I latch on to her voice. Making an innocent girl come has me on the brink of my orgasm too.

“Oh,” She moans. “Oh my gosh, Liam.”

I stand up partially, still curling my thick fingers into her as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

Fuck. I didn’t mean to--but I can’t help it.

I’m on the brink, too.

“Fuck Haley, I’m about to come.”

“Do it, come on my ass.” She begs breathily, coming down from her orgasm.

Maybe I don’t know her that well yet, but I fucking love how dirty Haley is.

She’s almost a match for me.

Her orgasm finished, I double clutch my cock and look down at her as I shoot ropes over her cheeks.

When it’s over she looks up at me, her eyes hazy with lust.

“So I take that as a yes?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Dagny?”

She closes her eyes and lets her head down onto the couch cushions.

“You’re coming to the wedding with me.”

I wipe the sweat off my brow.

Haley is absolutely batshit crazy if she thinks inviting me to a wedding is a good idea. But hell, after that, there is no fucking way I can pass this up. At the very least, we’ll have some more of this crazy sex.

“Fuck, yeah I’ll go. Just remember Haley. Whenever. Wherever.”

She pulls her body up to stand next to me. I can feel the chills pass over my body.

“So, in return for being my date, you basically want me to be your sex slave?” She grins.

I pull her head into mine and kiss her hard. “Sure.” I say. “Whatever you want to call it. You’re mine while we’re doing this. Whatever this crazy thing is.”