Did Owen proposition her? Liv’s mind raced at a thousand miles a minute as she contemplated the very situation she’d fantasized over many times. And many times might be a gross understatement.

Yet, she was pretty sure he didn’t recognize her. How could that be? Was she that forgettable? Disappointment ran through her at all the times she’d been the third wheel when her brother, Gabe, and Owen had hung around the house as they were growing up. Her twin, Rissa, was a girly girl. But Liv always wanted to get muddy and do what the boys were doing.

“I…” She didn’t have a clue what to say. All she could do was stare into Owen’s face, watching him as he did her. Liv swallowed, breaking the moment between them deliberately. This shouldn’t be happening, should it? Owen was definitely out of her league—he always had been. It was one of the reasons he was her secret fantasy. Her brother would have killed her if he knew how many times she’d imagined Owen naked and in her bed, pleasuring her until she forgot her own name…

Liv coughed lightly and shifted her feet. They hadn’t yet made it through the door of the all-night café, and she felt rather exposed, standing outside having this conversation. Owen hadn’t said a word since asking to go somewhere private with her. And here she was attempting to talk herself out of a onetime opportunity.

I’m fucking nuts.

Wasn’t this what she’d always wanted? One chance to fuck this man before she was too old to appreciate it? Was she completely crazy for not biting his hand off? Then there was the anonymity. It was one of those dark desires she’d always gotten off on. Being with him would make the risk of him figuring out her identity pretty high, but Gabe, Owen and herself hadn’t been in a room together for over six years. And she’d changed a lot since then. What was the chance that it would happen anytime soon? Pretty low. Or was that wishful thinking from dirty Liv who wanted to rip this man’s clothes off with her teeth?

“One time.” Did she say that out loud? Liv’s heart beat hard, almost to the rhythm of the music from the club, earlier. Doubt nibbled at her nerves as she stood there waiting for this sexy man to react to her words. One time she could feel him, taste him. She could deal with the fallout after they’d had mind-blowing sex, couldn’t she?

“We better make that one time unforgettable, then.” Owen stepped forward, well and truly into her space. She didn’t want to move as his thick thighs touched her hips, and his mouth was within kissing distance. Was it her imagination or did she feel him hard against her? Liv moistened her lips at the thought. Her body quivered at what she might be licking all too soon. The performance at the club was unexpected, and she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of him. All of him. Now fantasy would become a reality.

Owen groaned, bending slightly to brush his lips over hers. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll push you against the café’s window and take you right now.”

“You would?” Her voice was breathless and the wetness between her legs intensified.

“Fuck.” Owen bit out, startling her out of yet another fantasy. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand. Owen’s large hand enveloped hers. She wasn’t tiny, by any stretch of the imagination, but he made her feel petite and protected. A warmth spread through her that wasn’t simply from the lust front and center.

He part pulled, part dragged her through the warm August night and further into the darkened parking lot.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Back to my truck.” Stopping at a vehicle, he pulled open the door and gestured for Liv to slide into the passenger seat. She hesitated, looking at the man in front of her. Her mind raced with all the possibilities. Slowly she closed the door, without climbing inside.

“This is stupid, right?” Attempting a casual tone, she laughed softly. The sound danced in the air between them in the near silence of the parking lot.

“Ridiculous.” Owen reached up and brushed back a small lock of her hair before cupping her jaw, his touch feather-light. Liv turned her head and nuzzled her lips into his fingers, allowing her tongue to graze his skin. “But I’m going to be honest. If I don’t taste you soon, feel myself inside you…” He let the sentence hang between them for long seconds.

"I want you so bad,” she murmured. Liv’s hands had a mind of their own as they reached up and fisted his t-shirt. There was something in his eyes that broke her defenses down. The words she’d longed to say for so long felt like velvety chocolate on her tongue as she finally succumbed. “Fuck me. Now.”

Excitement and fear cascaded through her at the thought of how he might react. The moment she’d fantasized about for years. He was out of bounds. Completely. And she didn’t care.

“Now?” The crack in that one word was her complete un-doing. All doubts vanished and she pulled Owen down, level with her face, taking his lips in an assault she didn’t know she had in her. All that filled her brain was thoughts of them, together, right at that minute.

“Now.” Letting her hands drop, they retraced their path but under his shirt, over hot, hard skin that she longed to explore with her mouth. If he hesitated any longer, Liv would resort to begging. It wasn’t beneath her when ultimate pleasure was at her fingertips.

“Gorgeous, you’re easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been a few hours.” He pushed her against the vehicle, his fingers popping the buttons of her light blouse before he took her breasts in each hand, rubbing her nipples with his finger and thumb. “If we get arrested, it’ll be worth it.”

Liv blinked. A momentary sobering of her lusty thoughts clearing her mind. Arrested? And then Owen’s mouth was sucking her nipple over the black lace bra and her mind went blank once more.

Eager fingers fell to his jeans where she scrambled to free him. Owen lifted his head to watch her as he caressed her breasts.

He was huge. Her breath came in small bursts as her eyes fixated on the hard dick in her hand. Liv pumped it a couple of times, watching as it somehow got even bigger.

“I’m not going to last if you look at it like dessert.”

“I do want it in my mouth,” Liv mumbled, not taking her eyes away from his throbbing penis.

“Fuck.” The word was a whisper and he leaned in closer and pulled the bra straps off her shoulder, exposing her to the late-night chill of the summer night. Nipples instantly puckering, his mouth hovered over hers again. “I want to lean you over the hood of my truck and fuck you from behind. This is it, Liv. Say the word and we stop. We smile at each other, say goodbye and go our separate ways.”

Pumping his dick slowly with her hand, she knew she couldn’t stop—didn’t want to was more like it. This was it. This was her chance to feel Owen and she wasn’t about to give it up, right or wrong. Vehemently she shook her head, her dark tresses falling from the bun that was once neat at the back of her head. With one free hand, she edged her skirt up to her hips before she shuffled her panties over her backside and down her thighs. In a moment, they were in a pile around her heeled shoes. Owen had watched her do this with hooded eyes, his breath quick.

He dug in his jeans pocket, pulling out a foil wrapper. Liv was glad he was thinking sensibly because her common sense was in the gutter right there with her underwear.

Surprising her, he pulled her into his arms then, winding them tightly around her body as his mouth ravaged her own. She reluctantly pulled her hand away from his boner and held on around his neck. He lifted her until she was eye to eye with him and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

Owen’s dick pressed snugly against her pussy, teasing entry but never quite making it. She ground her hips against him in the hope he would simply take pity on her and fuck her, but he was holding back. Liv cursed into his mouth and she was sure she felt him grin.

The kiss went on an on until she thought she might melt into the ground. At last he pulled away. His eyes were full of lust and she couldn’t help but smile at him, coyly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re single.” Owen hesitated a moment. “You are single, aren’t you?”

She laughed. “It’s a bit late now, but yes. I’m single.”

“Where have you been all my life?” The words were said under his breath, and she wondered whether it had been his intention to share them. Guilt picked up momentum, and washed through her body, but it was no good. Too much blood was diverted between her legs, and not enough going to her brain. This was wrong, but it felt so right. Owen had never shown any interest in her before. At all. She could have been naked and masturbating with his toothbrush and he wouldn’t have noticed her when they were teenagers.

“If you only knew—” The thought was cut off as he unhooked her legs from his middle and dropped her back to the asphalt below them. He looked at her questioningly but Liv shook her head, hoping he wouldn’t pursue it. All thought disappeared once more as he turned her around and pushed forward gently until she was braced against the cold metal of the vehicle.

Liv heard the rip of the foil, then moments later she felt him at her pussy, barely pushing against her.

“I wish you were in my bed, and I had endless hours to pleasure you and make you scream my name,” he said.

If it was possible, more wetness pooled at her entrance. Liv shuddered, not caring who the fuck this man was, she only wanted to feel him fully inside her. He thrust then, filling her completely until she couldn’t breathe. Sensation after sensation rocked through her, tilting her world on its axis.

Wanting to savor the feeling, she clenched around him, attempting to hold him right where she needed him the most, but he was having none of it. Owen pulled out almost completely before plunging deep once more. The onslaught continued as he repeated his actions until she could barely take it anymore. He reached around her, taking a nipple in between his fingers and settling the other over her pussy.

Immediately he was flicking against both, making her writhe underneath him. Her orgasm bore down on her as Owen’s fingers dipped into her, pinching her clitoris. Liv bucked once more, knowing she was so very close. He quickened his own pace, and moments later he was right there with her. They fell over the edge together.

Then their breathing slowed, a chill seeped into her bones as realization of what they’d done hit her like a freight train. It was the best cold shower she’d ever had without getting wet. Well, wetter than he’d made her, at least. Liv had let her brother’s best friend fuck her against his pickup truck, right in the middle of a parking lot. Anyone could have stumbled upon them. Anyone could have been filming them.

Liv closed her eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her fantasy wasn’t supposed to come real, however much he filled her body and made her crave more. She banged her head gently against the hood, knowing it was too late to knock any sense into her.

There was no going back now. And all because she got horny watching a strip show.