Rannell’s Feed was my last stop on my way home, and I was glad to get there. I had enough in the way of supplies to keep me for at least a few weeks, which meant I wouldn’t have to interact with anyone but Shane and Annie until I ran out. I rarely even saw the delivery people since I spent so much of my time in my workshop and at the forge. That much peace and isolation was exactly what I needed after the time I’d spent in Boston, and after my interaction with my new neighbors.

I placed my order with the cashier and then headed out to pull my truck around back to be loaded. Rannell’s had changed their insurance last year, and now I couldn’t load up my own feed bags either. Marcel opened the back of the truck and started loading the bags of feed into the back. I stayed in the driver’s seat, checking my email and mentally preparing for what I had to do when I got back to my place.

A knock at my window startled me, but when I looked up, what I saw kept me from snapping. The woman was tall, slender, and probably in her early twenties. She had honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, the sort of features that a model would have envied.

Where the hell had she come from?

I rolled down my window. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Mindy.” She smiled, dimples forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Blake.”

She paused, apparently waiting for me to say something, but when I didn’t, she put her hand on my door and leaned forward slightly. “I’m here visiting my brother, Desmond, and I’ve been bored out of my mind. Today’s my last day before I head back home, and I was looking for something…memorable. You look memorable.”

“Where’s home?”

I wasn’t making small talk. I needed to know if ‘home’ was close by. I didn’t want to risk her being close enough to come back if she wanted more than what she was angling for right now.

“Miami. You actually live here?”

I gave her a slow, lingering look that ran from the top of her head down to her knees, which was as far as I could see without getting out of the truck. When I reached her eyes again, she tapped the top of my door with one manicured nail.

“Like what you see?”

“I do.” It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone. I hadn’t really been looking, but she was here, and if she was willing, I wasn’t going to turn her down.

“Are you interested in being my only fun memory of Wyoming?” She winked at me.

Just to be on the safe side, I asked, “How old are you?”

She laughed. “Twenty-five. And, no, I’m not looking for a relationship or romance or anything like that. I’m not married. I don’t have any kids. I just want a good, hard fuck. Does that hit all your questions?”

I shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

She walked around the front of the truck and got into the passenger’s side. I saw Marcel give her a look when he came around to tell me I was good, but I ignored it.

She, on the other hand, waved at him. “Nice to see you again, Marcel.”

“Damn. That girl don’t change a bit,” Marcel muttered. He looked at me. “Be careful, Blake. That girl could chew you up and spit you out.”

That was good to know. Meant she could take what I dished out.

I nodded at him, and we pulled away from the store.

“You got a place in town?” she asked.

“Nope.” I took the next right.

There was another long pause between us where I knew she was waiting for me to say something more.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Nope.” I took another right.

“Okay then,” she said. She slid across the seat and put her hand on my thigh. When I didn’t protest, it moved higher, and by the time she had it on my crotch, I was half-hard. I should’ve told her to wait until we stopped somewhere, but I let her unbuckle my pants and pull down the zipper.

“Commando,” she said. “Should’ve guessed.”

She sounded pleased, but all I cared about was the hand wrapped around my cock. Two firm strokes and then her mouth was there, hot and wet around the tip before moving farther down. Holy fuck, her mouth was scorching. And the suction…fuck!

I jerked the wheel to the left a little harder than necessary, but I figured it was better to get someplace where we could get down to it than to crash because a stranger was sucking my brain out through my dick.

I pulled into the train yard and made my way behind a series of cars that were parked on one of the rails. I slammed on the brakes and put the truck into park, the vibrations from her laughter making me curse.

I grabbed her hair and tugged, far from gentle. She was still laughing as she came up. “I thought you’d like it rough. Good. Me too.”

I gave her a hard look, needing to see if she was telling the truth. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, the challenge in her eyes clear.

“Get out.”

The smile faded. “What?”

“Get out. Drop the pants.”

She grinned again and moved away, opening the passenger door. I figured she would go around the back, climb up into the bed of the truck where I had a couple blankets tied over my supplies. Instead, she went to the front of the truck. By the time I was out and over to where she was, she had her pants around her knees, and she was bent over the hood.

I pulled a condom out of my wallet and rolled it on. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me.”

I grabbed her hips and drove into her hard and deep. She let out a yelp as she went up on her toes, those fancy nails scratching at my hood. Good thing I hadn’t taken her face to face. She would’ve torn the shit out of my back and shoulders.

And probably deafened me.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! Harder!”

I reached around and slapped my hand over her mouth. The last thing I needed was someone at the train yard hearing us and thinking some woman was in trouble. I didn’t need to add pervert to my reputation as a recluse, and public indecency was almost as bad as the rough sex I liked.

Mindy’s body bucked and writhed, the gush of liquid and spasming muscles telling me she was coming. Two more strokes and I came too, forgetting for several white-hot seconds about everything else but how good I felt.