Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, rough sex, and a very hot cowboy. All characters are 18 or older.
When Annie finds herself stranded by a flat tire on an empty and very hot stretch of Texas highway, she thinks her day cannot get any worse. Even when a handsome stranger pulls off the highway to help, the most she thinks she has lucked into is a helping hand, but before she knows what is happening the man has offered to patch her tire at his ranch just a couple miles down the road. The wheels aren't the only things coming off and the tire isn't the only thing getting plugged as the two find themselves unleashed by each other in a way that neither has experienced before.
Excerpt:
I pressed the side of the water glass to my forehead, still overheated and now feeling the uncomfortable stickiness of drying perspiration. I heard Weston turn off the water and wring out a washcloth. I imagined water streaming the dirt off his shoulders and running along his chest and stomach, and found myself becoming a little wet in my own way. As I recognized the sensation, I realized just how long it had been since I had last gotten laid.
Then I turned and my imagination became superfluous. He entered the kitchen bare-chested and muscular, his face still dripping and his tanned skin gleaming in the reflected sunlight from the kitchen window. His shoulders bunched as he leaned forward to pour himself a drink from the sink and I was given a view of his ass sticking out from the counter, perfect and taught. The glass seemed very small in his easy grip as he turned to me. The top of his jeans had been splashed with water as he had washed himself at the sink, and the fabric clung to him. I could make out a passive bulge along the inside of his left thigh, but the fabric still left too much hidden.
"Do you always spill so much water down yourself?" I asked, fanning my face unconsciously.
He looked down at himself in surprise, and then shrugged innocently. "A day like today it'll dry before I've turned around twice."
"I suppose that's true," I agreed. "And I don't half mind the sight."
"The sight?" He asked.
I smiled at his bewilderment. Clearly he was not used to having visitors during his workday if he was so unconscious of his appearance. I took him in with my eyebrow raised, verifying the sincerity of his naivete. His boyish good-nature was boosting my confidence and making me more daring than I might otherwise be.
"Like this," I said, and then I poured the remainder of my ice-water down my front.