Buck

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If I really wanted to, I could bury myself so deep into this woman who is falling at my feet, damn near licking the horse shit off my boots.

But I don't want to.

I know exactly what Jack is doing. He’s trying to distract me from Kota.

Little does he know that’ll never happen. There ain’t a damn thing in this whole fucking universe that could distract me from her. No matter how bad she hurts me or pisses me off, I will always want her. I know I need to move on, since it's been five years too long and she’s already been taken away from me, but I won’t. I can’t.

“Come on, man. Let's go take some shots.” Jack motions me toward the bar and I quickly turn away from Sarah—or whatever the hell her name is—and her friend, whom Jack plans to fuck tonight.

“Hey! Wait for me! That isn't very gentlemanlike, leaving a couple of ladies behind.” She juts out her bottom lip, and all I can do is force a short laugh and mutter a half-assed “Sorry” in her direction.

I feel a vibration in my pocket and pull my phone out to see who it is.

It's Kota.

Come outside to the cab sitting out front. Tell Jack it's some girl you're pole pokin’.

A smile tugs at my lips and I give a soft chuckle at her text. Not a forced one like I just gave Sarah, but a real, amused chuckle.

We can't have a good conversation in the back of a cab, so I’m gonna have to swallow my pride and let Kota drive Betty Sue.

Sarah wraps her arm around mine. “Who's that you're talkin’ to?” she asks in a high-pitched, annoying tone.

“None of your damn business, Sarah. That's who it is,” I bark, shrugging her off my arm as she gasps in shock at my quick temper.

“My name isn’t Sarah. It’s Jamie.” She scoffs, flippin’ her red hair off her shoulder.

“Same difference. Either way, the fact remains, it's none of your goddamn business.”

I step up behind Jack and nudge him with my shoulder.

“My girl is here so I'm gonna get goin’.” Fuck. I just hope he believes me.

“Who's your girl?” he questions almost interrogatively.

“It’s that chick I was tellin’ you about who was passin’ through town and stopped in at the tavern. You might not remember. I told you about her the last time you came into The Golden Spur, but you were pretty blitzed.” I hold my balled fist up for a fist bump, smiling wryly. “Good luck with these two, Jack. I went and pissed off the redhead.”

Jack winks, offering a shit-eating grin. “Don’t worry, Jack Daddy is here. They're both in good hands, if you know what I mean.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Do you need me to call a cab for you guys, or do you have it?”

“I got it, but thanks for the offer, man.”

“Ugh! Where's he goin’?” Jamie pushes herself between us, disappointment in her voice.

“That's not for you to worry about, sweet thing.” Jack sweet-talks her and pulls her against his chest as she gives me an evil glare.

“See y’all later.” I salute my goodbye once more before storming off out the door.

I spot the cab immediately. Kota opens the door, steppin’ out part way to wave me in her direction.

“C’mon!” I nod my head toward Betty Sue.

“Hell no, Buck! You’ve been drinkin’!”

“Get your ass over here, Kota!” My voice comes out in a deep roar. I pause, gaining the strength to say the words that make me cringe. “You're drivin’!” I instantly regret it, but we don’t really have any other option.

Her bright eyes widen in surprise, and the biggest smile stretches across her face.

Goddamn, I’ve missed seein’ that smile all these years.

Kota throws the cabdriver a bill and slams the door, giving me a full view of her body. My gaze travels down it from head to toe, my cock already at attention just at the mere sight of her.

Son of a bitch. Why can't I be around her and not get all riled up?

She said it herself; she's a friend. Kota's happily engaged according to Jack, so I need to disengage my feelings for her. The excited mood I was in moments ago quickly changes as I remind myself she’s already spoken for.

“Hey,” she says as she scurries toward me. She falls into step beside me as we walk toward the truck.

“What are you doin’ here?” I ask her, opening the driver’s side door for her and helping her in.

“Save your questions for later.” She winks.

Fuckin’ tease.

I walk around to the passenger side and get in, biting my fist and shaking my head.

“What?” she asks, turning her body toward me and leaning her back against the door.

“You need to stop with that shit right now, Dakota.” I cringe hearing her full name come from my own mouth.

It just doesn’t feel right.

“Excuse me, who?” She widens her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

“All your friends call you Dakota, and so does your family. I'm a friend who is basically like family, so I'm gonna have to start callin’ you Dakota because that's your damn name.”

Next thing I know, she leans over, her hand raised. Kota gives me a hard slap to my face, and I cherish the sting as it pounds against my cheek, because I know it bothers her that I called her by her full name, not to mention that I said we’re just friends.

The overwhelming desire I’ve held for her for years takes over every bone in my goddamn body, and I’m sure the alcohol in my system isn’t helping matters much, either. But I lean in closer to her, closing the space between us in the seat of the truck.

Thank God, I don’t have a console sittin’ in the middle, keeping me away from her, I think to myself before gripping both sides of her pretty little head, my thumbs resting near her ears.

She attempts to shove me away and her mouth opens to say shit I don’t want to hear right now, so I kiss her, hard, to shut her mouthy ass up.

Our lips crash together in a wave of passion, our tongues dancing around one another’s, tasting each other. Soft moans escape her as I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. My hands can’t control themselves as they fumble at the hem of her shirt and slide up onto the warm silky skin of her back. She tilts her head to the side, giving me full access to her neck. I kiss her there on her sensitive skin, inhaling her sweet scent and growling at the touch of her hands running along my abdomen as her touch leaves a trail of flames along my stomach.

Sucking on Kota’s neck, I move my hand to the button of her jeans, undoing it along with her zipper. She brings her mouth back to mine and I wiggle my hand down her pants, feeling the warm slickness between her thighs she’s made just for me.

My cock is hard, throbbing against the fabric of my cotton underwear, damn near breaking through the seams of my jeans. I shove a finger into her soaking wet little pussy and she gasps as her walls tighten around my finger. I add another digit inside her wetness, and my thumb presses against her sensitive clit, moving in circles as she arches her back and shifts her hips in a grinding motion against my fingers.

“Oh, Buck...” My name leaves her lips in a desperate whimper, and the sound sends electricity down my spine.

Fuck.

I stop myself, forcing my fingers out from her tight little pussy even though I want nothing more than for her to come undone at the mercy of my hand.

What the fuck have I done?

She’s engaged...

She’s not yours, remember?