by K. C. Crowne
“Listen, bud. There’s nothing we can do, like I said. The girl needs to be smart and not attract attention to herself. And that’s all I’m gonna say.”
“And here’s all I’m gonna say – this is a load of bullshit, and from where I’m sittin’, it sounds to me like you’re not doin’ your damn job.”
“The hell you say?”
“You heard me. Now, you and your boys better get your asses in gear and get to the bottom of this or I’m gonna be havin’ a few words with your superior. Got it?”
“Better watch your next words carefully, son.”
“Call when you start doin’ your job.” With that, I hung up. I wanted to put my damn fist through the windshield.
Skye took the phone and slipped it back into her purse. “That was…weird,” she said. “Why couldn’t they help?”
“Damn good question. Don’t like this shit one bit.”
We reached the turnoff for Skye’s place. Once we were on the road leading to her house, she quickly leaned forward and gasped. “What the hell? There’s a car in front of my house!”
In front of her little house was a black car, a fancy one. The windows were tinted, so I couldn’t see who was in there. I gunned the engine, cutting the distance between my truck and the car, but as soon as I drew close, the car sped off, disappearing around the block.
For a moment, I wanted to give chase. But Skye was in the truck with me, and for all I knew the other car was packed full of armed goons. As much as I wanted to find out what the hell was going on, I didn’t want to put Skye’s life in danger.
“What…what is goin’ on?” Skye asked, fear in her voice.
“Bryce. Not a damn doubt in my mind about it.” I pulled the truck to a stop in front of her house. “Come on. I’m goin’ in first.”
We approached the house, my head swiveling in every direction. My blood pumping in my veins, the adrenaline making me feel hot. Skye slipped the key into the lock, and I hurried inside, looking around for anyone or any sign of a break-in. But there was nothing.
“That car out front,” Skye commented. “Why?”
“Maybe spyin’ on you. Maybe worse. But we’re not gonna stick around to see if they come back,” I told her. “I’ll be out front. You grab whatever you need and let’s get movin’, alright?”
Skye nodded and went to it. I returned to the truck, my eyes on the road for any sign of the black car or any other strangers. Minutes passed without a sign of anything. Anger roiled inside of me as I thought about what the hell the person in the car had planned for Skye. Made me want to go on a damn rampage.
After about fifteen minutes, the front door opened and Skye came out with a few bags. I hurried to help her, tossing the stuff in the back of the truck.
“That all?”
“Just some clothes and things. Nothin’ else I really need.”
“Then let’s move.”
I pulled the truck away from the house, relief settling over me with every bit of distance we put between us and her house. Soon we were back on the main road through Patterson and heading towards Rainbow Canyons.
“That was scary as shit,” Skye confessed. “It’s one thing to mess with my truck, it’s a whole other to…damn, I don’t even wanna think about what they would’ve done if I’d been there.”
“Nothin’s gonna happen to you,” I swore. “Me and Travis will see to that.” Without thinking, I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it tight. “I’m gonna keep you safe. I swear it.”
Skye squeezed my hand right back. Her touch was…incredible. Despite everything going on, I wanted was more.
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“Pull over.”
Confused, I glanced at her. “Why?”
“Just do it.”
I found a secluded spot and pulled the truck into it. We turned to each other, and I understood from one look we wanted the exact same thing.
But I had to resist.
Skye
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked, confused and concerned.
I wished I knew how to answer that damn question. I was scared, but at the same time I couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on mine, how good it felt. “I…just want to thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“Yeah. I wanna thank you for goin’ out of your way to keep me safe. That car at the house…what if they hadn’t just gone away? What if…” I trailed off, and sensing my fear, Adam squeezed my hand harder.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m only doin’ what’s right.”
And that made me even more grateful for him. Adam didn’t have to do what he was doing. He could’ve written me off, decided the situation wasn’t any of his concern. After all, we’d only known each other for a short while. But he hadn’t Neither him nor Travis were doing that. Instead, they were risking themselves to keep me safe.
How protective Adam was, how angry he’d been at the idea of anyone harming me, how he’d rushed into the house before me without any heed to his own safety…it’d done something to me, made me feel a kind of way that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
But I knew for damn sure that I wanted him. Hell, though I didn’t know it at that exact second, it’d been the reason I’d asked him to pull the truck over.
“This whole thing,” I said, waving a hand in the air. “I don’t know what to make of it.”
Adam nodded. “I get that. It’s gotta be scary as hell for you. Powerful people got you in their sights. But like I said, me and Travis…”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not talkin’ about that.”
“Then what’re you talkin’ about?”
“Um, the other thing with me, you, and Travis. You know…”
Adam opened his mouth to speak but closed it. It was clear he didn’t know what to say. “We, um, we don’t need to think about any of that right now. More important shit to worry about.”
“But I can’t stop thinkin’ about it. And I bet anything you can’t either.”
He didn’t answer immediately. “Travis…” Adam said finally, shaking his head before he looked at me. “He’s a good man.”
“I know. And so are you.”
“But he’s in a hell of a bind. I know the man – I know him damn well.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? What kind of bind?”
“We’ve talked about you, Skye. Talked about this thing goin’ on.”
It irked me some that they hadn’t included me in the conversation. “And what did you discuss?”
“Travis talked about how nothin’ can happen between the two of you on account of him bein’ your boss and you bein’ his employee.”
“But…” I was about to say something about how we’d already…done stuff. But Adam likely didn’t want to hear about that.
“I’m sure you found out tonight how important family is to Travis. That Walker clan, they’re tight as hell. Sometimes I’m a little envious of how tight they are. Don’t really have anything like that.”
“Same here. Kind of all by myself now.”
“Well, you’re not anymore.” He took my hand again and squeezed it, the sensation making me want him even more. “But with Travis, I’m sure he knows that anything happenin’ between you and him might roil up some kinda scandal. Think about if Bryce were to find out and spread the word that there was somethin’ goin’ on between you and him. He’d have the eye of the entire area on Rainbow Canyon.”
I nodded my head, understanding.
Adam sucked in a breath. “He cares too much about his family to put them in that spot. So, he’s gonna hold back how he feel.”
There was a burning question on my mind, one I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to ask. “But…what about me and you?”
Adam turned his gaze to me, and for a moment I was totally taken by his face, his gorgeous features, his kind eyes. “What about me and you?”
I tilted my head. “You’re not my boss. No scandal if anything were
to happen between us.”
He shook his head. “But…it feels like I’d be betrayin’ my friend. I want you, I really do, Skye. But that might not be enough.”
All I heard was the part where he’d said, “I want you.” A surge of heat ran through my body, and I rubbed my thighs together. Without thinking, I moved my hand up his arm, dragging my nails over his rough, taut forearms.
“It could be enough. We don’t have to, you know, make a thing about it. We can have each other, just for a little while?”
I glanced down at his jeans, and I could see his cock twitch through the denim. Whatever the words coming out of his mouth, his body told me the truth.
“It’s…not a good idea,” he said. “Not with Travis, not with everythin’ that’s goin’ on.”
He was rock solid – I could see it.
“I don’t wanna hear what you think you oughta do,” I said. “I want to know what’s really goin’ on in that head of yours.”
He took a deep breath and spoke. “You kiddin’ me? I want you like crazy, Skye. You’re about all I can damn-near think about. Not a minute goes by without me…” He stopped, trailed off, as if he realized he’d said too much.
“Without you what?”
“Without me wantin’ to call you and tell you to come wherever I am so I can give you the screwin’ of a lifetime.”
Another surge of heat ran through me, wetness along with it. I was so ready for him, I felt like I might explode.
“Well, I’m here right now. And I’m tellin’ you that I want it as bad as you do. So…what’s stoppin’ you?”
A sly smile formed on his sexy mouth. “You know, now that you mention it, not a damn thing.”
I’d broken through to him.
“Now come here,” he said. He reached over and grabbed me by the hips. I undid my seatbelt as he lifted me and placed me on his lap. My legs were spread over his thighs, my body near enough to his that I could feel his thick cock through his jeans. However turned on I was before, that pushed me over the edge.
“God, how much I’ve been wantin’ to kiss you.”
I smiled as Adam brought his lips to mine. The kiss was something else. But then a strange thing happened – as soon as our mouths opened enough to move our tongues against one another’s, I thought of Travis.
It wasn’t in the sense I wished he was there instead of Adam. No, it was more than I wanted them both, together like we’d been that first night. But I was more than happy with the man sitting underneath me.
We kissed long and deep, and as we did Adam undid the buttons of my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I was wearing a red bra, and my nipples were hard and my breasts about ready to burst through it. But Adam had it off before I had to worry about anything like that.
The kiss continued as he massaged my breasts, the sensation of his fingertips on my nipples total heaven.
“We gonna do this right here in the truck?” I asked, my chest heaving as he kissed my tits.
“Can’t think of a reason why not. I ain’t about to wait another minute.”
I grinned. “You thinkin’ I give you as good a ride as I gave that bull back at Raw Heart’s?”
“Great minds…” he murmured, trailing off.
I opened his shirt enough to stare at his sculpted body underneath. My hands moved over his pecs almost frantically. At the same time, Adam undid my belt buckle and helped me shimmy off my jeans while I kicked my boots from my feet. The fabric between my legs was soaking wet, and Adam placed his hand there and began to rub. Holy hell, did it feel right.
“Look at you – all wet for me.”
“Can’t…can’t help it.” I could barely get out the words through the moans. “You make me crazy, Adam.”
“Feelin’s more than mutual, gorgeous.”
Hearing him call me gorgeous brought a smile to my lips, one that turned into a big “O” as he massaged me. Through it, I placed my hand on his cock and teased him through his jeans.
“We need to get this shit off,” he said. “Gonna lose my mind over here.”
“Then do it.”
He hooked his thumbs under the waist of my panties and pulled them down. My underwear rolled down my thighs, and I kicked them off when they reached my feet. As soon as they were gone, Adam’s hand was between my legs.
“You get so wet for me, baby. You like when I touch you there?”
“Such a stupid question,” I said with a grin. “You know I can’t get enough of it.”
He rubbed his hand against my lips, each bit of pressure coaxing more pleasure out of me. While he was busy touching me, I set about the task of getting him out of his pants. First the belt buckle, then the button, then the zipper. Then he was all mine.
His cock strained against his underwear – which were a sexy little pair of white boxer-briefs. I reached in and clasped him. Adam let out one of his growls, the ones that drove me totally wild, as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
“Right here in the truck?” he asked, repeating my question. “Fine with me.”
“And more than fine with me,” I said as I lifted myself and positioned my pussy right over his head.
Adam grabbed my hips, squeezing the curvy flesh. Didn’t seem like he was in a waiting mood. He lowered me, his cock spreading my lips and pushing inside me. I sat down on him, my head swirling with how damn good he felt buried to the root inside me.
My pussy gripped him tight, and the ecstasy was so intense that I could barely even think about moving. But Adam helped me with that, too. His hands still on my hips, he lifted me up and brought me back down onto him.
“Damn, you feel like heaven,” he moaned.
“Right back at you,” I groaned.
I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling his solid cock rub against my walls. Then I arched my back, slamming my hands down onto his shoulders and increasing the pace of my movements. The way he felt, the way he looked, the way he tasted – heaven, heaven, heaven, like he’d said.
Adam grabbed my breasts as they bounced wildly with my bucking. I grinded him hard, switching it up between moving up and down and back and forth. Wasn’t long before the orgasm was right there waiting for me.
“I can feel you,” he said. “I can feel you about to come.”
“I’m gonna, baby,” I moaned. “I’m gonna!”
“I want you to come for me right now. Come right now on my cock.”
His voice was commanding, and I loved it, loved the way he was still in control even though I was the one on top. The orgasm burst through my body in the middle of my ride. Adam’s was next, and his eyes shut tightly as I felt him spray deep inside of me. The pleasure was insane, like the sweetest drug imaginable. There was only me and him, me and him as we came together.
I slowed, keeping him inside me as we came back to reality. Adam gave my ass one last squeeze before I climbed off him. We dressed ourselves in silence. And as I fastened the last button of my shirt, Adam’s words from before hit me.
This was wrong.
Once we were dressed, Adam started the truck and we continued on our way to Rainbow Canyons. Neither of us said a word, and I wondered if he was thinking the same as me.
I spent the drive thinking, tossing the situation around in my head. Adam and Travis, two men I wanted. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I shouldn’t have either one of them. Between Bryce and the family and their friendship, I was poised to be the match that set off a fire that might never burn out.
“Adam,” I said once we were in front of the ranch. “We can’t do this anymore.”
Confusion gripped his features. “You’re…serious?”
“I care about you, I do. And I want you to be in my life. But you’re right, this can’t work.” I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. “Don’t worry about helping me with the bags. I can get them.”
After hurrying out of the car, I grabbed my bags and headed to the front doors. I wondered what the hell I’d just done.
&nbs
p; Travis
The second Adam drove off without saying a word, leaving Skye standing at the door with her bags in her hands, I knew something was up.
“Hey,” she said weakly as I held the door open for her.
I didn’t let her get a step into the ranch before I took her bags from her.
“You don’t need to do that,” she said. “I can handle my own things.”
“Basic manners,” I told her. “You’re a guest in this house.”
“Yeah.” She trudged past me into the house
I wanted to grill her on the spot, but her downcast expression didn’t let me. I didn’t want to come after her too hard. But the jealousy was intense. Something had happened with her and Adam, and I wanted to know about it.
We went up the spiral stairs leading to Skye’s room on the second floor, neither of us speaking. I tried to figure out how I felt. Was I angry? Crushed? Hard to say. But I didn’t like it one bit.
After reaching her room, I set the bags on the floor. Skye stepped into the space, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hey. You…mind closin’ the door?”
Good. That meant she was ready to talk. I did as she asked, taking a seat on the bed next to her once the door was shut.
“What’s up?” It was a dumbass question – I knew damn well what was going on.
“I need to tell you about somethin’. Just happened.”
I clenched my fists and let them go. Just happened. Meaning, as I was in the kitchen helping Mama G clear the table, sneaking a bite of blackberry pie here and there, Adam and Skye were fucking like a couple of prairie dogs.
“Let me guess,” I said, wanting to get right to it. “You and Adam.”
She nodded. Sure, I’d known, but seeing her confirmation made the jealousy burn like a jet engine fire.
“On the way back,” she confessed. “I know…I know it shouldn’t have happened. But it did.”
“You and him…hooked up.”
“That’s one way to put it,” she agreed, grimacing. “I don’t know what came over me.”