I shimmy into one of my tight little dresses. I know I’m only meeting Easton at Sawyer’s, but I want to seduce him tonight. I give Poe a kiss, head out the door, and jump into the truck.

Butterflies coat my stomach even though I have no idea why. He’s seen me naked. We’ve talked a lot about our pasts. Maybe it’s just that he makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Not that my husband didn’t make me feel things, he did at one point, but it’s been a long time since that happened.

I don’t even realize I’ve made it all the way into town until I see the diner. I drive around the block and pull into the back. I hop out of the truck and push my dress down my thighs. I half regret wearing heels because the gravelly dirt I walk across has me three seconds away from face planting. I somehow make it to the sidewalk and exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I round the corner and walk into Sawyer’s.

I stop dead in my tracks. The smell of whiskey permeates my nose, but all I see is Quinn with her arms wrapped around Easton’s neck and her tongue halfway down his throat. I back up and run into someone. He yells at me for not paying attention. I apologize and make my way to the door three feet away as calmly as I can. Once I step outside, I head toward the corner to get to the lot as quickly as possible.

As I turn the corner a strong hand grabs my forearm and pulls me back. “It’s not what you think.”

I turn and glare at him trying to pull away. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t mistake her tongue down your throat.”

He growls at me and pulls me against his hard body. “That bitch shoved her tongue down my throat. I didn’t kiss her. And you didn’t stay long enough to see me push her away.”

I start to speak to him, but he pushes back. “Don’t say anything. You walked in and I saw you. You. Not her. But she noticed. So she did what she does. She made you jealous. But Quinn, she means shit to me. You are the only thing in my life.”

I push him off me. “You really think I am going to believe you? This is the same shit I’ve heard for years. Fuck you. I know when someone has used someone and moved past it.” I push him again for the hell of it. “I am done. I am over this. Fuck you. And fuck whatever you think you can prove to me. I am done.”

I storm off. Not to my car but toward the restaurant down the street. The only other bar in this godforsaken town. Easton made it easy for me to decide I need to leave this town. And I have no idea why I’ve stayed so long. I’m a fool to believe that I found something real here. I don’t think I can find anything real anywhere. Love isn’t real. It’s just some stupid thing that writers and Hollywood convince people of.

I don’t want anything to do with this Podunk town anymore; no matter the fact it felt like home for a small amount of time.

I walk into the restaurant and hightail it to the bar. I order a double shot of whiskey. Nate, the bartender, who I’ve met a handful of times at the café pours me a strong triple, and I down it in a couple of gulps. I order another and just as I put it to my lips, I feel it ripped from my hand.

“Stop.”

I crack my knuckles. Pissed off. This is not why I came here.

“Fuck you,” I respond. Not exactly the witty statement I wanted, but at this point, I don’t care.

I rip my drink from his grip and down the double Nate so nicely poured.

“Stop drinking.”

“Why?” I ask him. “Do you think I’m being irresponsible? Do I need to apologize to you? Because I won’t. I am done with that. Go back to your whore.”

“No babe. Drink what you want.” He leans forward, his fingers trailing down my spine, whispering in my ear, “You know, deep down, I didn’t kiss her.” His eyes trap me in a staring contest. I know he wouldn’t kiss her. He made that clear before but just seeing him with her brought back too many memories. But I am not about to admit that to him.

I turn back to the bar and go to order another drink, but I stumble a bit in my heels. Shit. Maybe five shots of whiskey in five minutes wasn’t a good idea. I fumble through my clutch and throw a couple twenties on the bar. I can feel Easton’s eyes on me. I know he’s going to follow me the second I walk out of here but it’s not like I can hop in a cab and disappear.

The alcohol hits me hard as I attempt to walk back to the truck. I can hear Easton’s footsteps behind me, so I try to walk as straight as possible. It doesn’t go well as I stumble on the cobblestone. I’m surprised he doesn’t try to steady me. I continue to walk toward the lot although I have no idea how I am going to drive. I guess I could sleep in the truck.

I stumble again. “Goddamn it,” I mumble. I bend over and rip my shoes off. “Fucking shoes, fucking sidewalk, fucking Quinn.”

I don’t even make it a step before big brawny arms circle my waist and throw me over a shoulder. It takes my brain a second to register the fact that Easton is carrying me and I should be pissed off about it. I bang on his back. “Put me down, you brute. I can walk just fine.”

I’m sure anyone who walks past us will see my ass since my dress isn’t exactly modest. He must realize this because I feel his other hand pull my dress down and hover on the back of my thighs.

He chuckles. “Really? You can walk. You could barely walk a straight line. And those fuck me heels were gonna cause you to break an ankle.”

“That’s why I took them off,” I growl. “And they weren’t fuck me heels.”

He continues laughing even though this is far from funny. “Yes, they were.”

“Well, it’s not like they would have worked on you!” I tried to sound defiant, but it came out a bit more childish.

“Oh Edy,” he says as he slaps my ass. I let out an oomph. “Those shoes definitely worked on me. In fact, I’m gonna make you put them back on later.”

The thought of him being inside me again is enough to make me stop struggling.

“You are so much easier to carry when you’re not hitting me.”

Just for that, I slap his ass.

He growls as he opens the door to his truck and throws me in. I straighten myself in the seat as he walks around to the driver’s side. I don’t know what he expects of me. Does he think I am just going to forgive him and suck his dick? I really need some alone time and I doubt he’s just going to drop me off at my door.

As soon as he settles into his seat, I go for the door handle. But my drunken coordination isn’t exactly smooth. He must have known I would try something like this because the door was locked. And my attempt to unlock the door turned into me rolling the window down.

His large hands are back on me as he pulls me toward the middle seat.

“I wouldn’t recommend jumping out the window, sweet cheeks,” he whispers into my ear, his breath warming my neck sending warmth all the way to my toes. Before I know it, I’ve relaxed into his arms a bit and then curse myself for giving in.

He pulls out of the lot, keeping one arm wrapped around me so I don’t move. I feel his eyes on me every few seconds, but I keep my stare straight ahead.

“You trying to break the windshield with that stare of yours?” he laughs.

I squirm against him, but he tightens his arm around me. I turn to glare at him quickly and notice that damn smirk on his face. I look away. “Just counting down the seconds until I can get out of this truck and away from your touch.”

I thought that would piss him off and when he pulls his arm away from my shoulders, I exhale, glad he finally let go. Except his hand moves immediately to my thigh, his fingers rubbing small circles into it.

“I thought you liked it when I touched you.”

I cross my arms over my chest and turn my head away from him.

His hand moves further up my thigh, his voice drops into a gravelly tone, “You seemed to like my touch last night.”

The tip of his finger is just barely brushing the lace of my panties, and I suppress a shudder as I try hard not to give in to him.

We turn down County Road 12. I only have four minutes before we get to my house and I’m going to try my hardest not to react to those fingers of his. But the second that thought crosses my mind his fingers slip under the edge of my panties. He drags a finger down the cleft, pressing hard into my clit before he plunges two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I let out a groan as my head falls back against the seat. He pumps into me a few times and stops with his fingers still filling me but not moving. I grind against his hand and he chuckles.

“Hmmm, I guess someone does like my touch.” He pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper from the loss of fullness.

I know he would never kiss Quinn.

I need to stop acting like a brat.

My hand goes for his bulge and I can feel the firmness of his growing erection. I grab it hard and then pull his head toward my mouth as I devour him with a kiss.

The truck swerves. I forgot we were driving. Easton slams on the brakes and pulls the truck over to the side of the road. He pulls me on top of him as he shoves his tongue down my throat. I let out a groan as I grind against him. My hands move for his belt buckle, I release it and unbutton his pants. His hands go for my ass, squeezing hard. I lean back, but my back hits the steering wheel. Easton must notice the lack of room because within seconds he has the door open and jumps out with me wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck Edy. I can’t wait ‘til we get home, I need you now.” He walks around and opens the back of the truck. He lays me down and pushes my dress up. I am only half aware of the fact that anyone could drive by and see us but at this moment I couldn’t care less. I was never one for public sex, but this man awakens something in me that pushes my boundaries and makes me forget there is anyone else in this world.

“You finally going to show me what we can do in this truck bed? You promised it so long ago.” The words drip out of my mouth coated in sex. They surprise me and him. He growls as he pulls me toward the edge of the bed.

He pulls his dick out of his pants and lines it up to my entrance. He keeps one hand on my chest to hold me down while the other moves toward my hip. “You should know I always fulfill my promises.”

With that he slams into me, hard and deep, it almost hurts. Almost. He finds his pace, fast and rough. I can barely form words as he drives into me. I moan and scream his name as he brings me to the edge so quickly. His hand finds my mouth and I realize that if I scream any louder, I am sure someone will call the cops.

He stills inside of me, holding off my orgasm. He twists his hips to the side causing his dick to massage circles inside of me. “Fuck East!”

“You better stay quiet, so you don’t wake the neighbors. I am gonna need both my hands.”

I nod and mumble my agreement, too excited to see what he’s going to do next to my body. His hand comes off my mouth and goes directly to my clit, his thumb pressing hard into the bundles of nerves. I buck my hips up, but he presses them back down with his other hand as he begins to slam into me rougher and harder than before. My feet dig into his back forcing him deeper inside of me. White light pierces my vision as my orgasm hits. I feel my entire body convulsing as he continues to press his thumb on my clit and pounds his dick into me. Just as I start to come down from the high, another orgasm hits as he releases his hot cum into me, pumping me full with his release.

He collapses on top of my body. Both of us breathing heavily. Not talking. I run my hands up and down his back and he covers my stomach with kisses through my dress.

He stands up and pulls himself out of me. The feeling of emptiness unwelcome. I sit up as he zips his fly. He must see the sadness and longing on my face.

“Don’t worry baby. I will barely be able to get you through your door before I have you stripped naked.”

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck as he helps me off the truck bed. He kisses my neck and pushes my dress back down my hips.

I whisper into his ear with a smile I know he can feel, “I’m still mad at you.”

“Prove it,” he says as he pulls me back into the truck. Speeding up the hill to my house where he makes do on his promise, just like he said. My dress ends up on the lawn somewhere and we barely make it in the door before he takes me again.