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  I laugh. “I don’t know, man. I’ll see ya when you get here.”

  “Alright. Later.”

  He hangs up and I go back to the kitchen to Tillie.

  “Hey, Tillie?” I say, getting her attention.

  “Yeah?” There’s flour speckling her face from making homemade dumplings.

  “What do you think of Jack Jenkins?”

  Tillie narrows her eyes. “Why are you askin’?” She places her hands on her wide hips, growing wary.

  I put my hands up in surrender. “I was just askin’, that’s all.”

  “Tell me why right now, Buck Dawson. You don’t ask questions like that unless you have a reason.”

  “Alright, alright, alright. I was only askin’ because I think you two would hit it off well, and he loves kids.”

  She laughs obnoxiously. “You’ve got jokes today, don’t ya, Buck? I would never in a million years even think about dating Jack. He’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”

  I shrug and nod in agreement. “I really can’t argue that, I guess.”

  She’s right, Jack is a big asshole. But he’s also probably the nicest asshole I’ve ever known.

  Tillie goes back to whippin’ up some dumplings and I walk back out to the bar to pour myself a whiskey and cola to sip on before Jack arrives. The doors opens, making the bell ring, and I turn to see Kota sauntering in.

  Kota...what the hell is she doin’ here?

  “What are you doin’ here?” I ask out loud, feeling suddenly panicked.

  She looks around, raising her brows and scrunching her nose in confusion.

  “Umm...did you want to try that again? I figured you’d be excited to see me.” She smiles and walks toward me, coming up close beside the barstool I’m sitting on.

  I turn and stand to face her. “Listen, baby, I am so excited to see you but—” I pause, then, not knowing how to tell her.

  Kota steps back. “But what?” she asks, concern lacing her voice.

  “Jack is on his way here. I asked him to have lunch with me. I’m going to tell him about us. It’s time, Kota.”

  “What?” she shrieks. “Why would you do that?” Her loud voice echoes throughout the nearly empty bar, drowning out the ding of the bell when Jack walks in.

  I step closer to Kota, gently cupping her face in my palms as I look into her bright blue eyes. “Because I am so far fucking head over boots in love with you, and I’m sick and tired of hiding it. I lost you once and I refuse to lose you again. I will never hurt you, I will never leave you, and I will never betray you. I will stand beside you through everything good and everything bad. I will fight like hell to have you, even if that means giving up a lifelong friendship with Jack. But, I know what kind of man he is, and I know how much he loves you. How much he values your happiness. I also know how much he values our friendship. He will accept us, understand us, and support us because he loves us both, Kota.”

  My nerves twist and turn in my gut as I brace myself for a punch to the nose. Not because I’m afraid of fighting, but because I just really don’t want to have to kick my best friend’s ass.

  Jack stands there silently, though. Takin’ everything in. Waitin’ for Kota to respond.

  Tears fill her eyes. “I can’t lose you again, Buck. That’s why you can’t tell him. I need to be the one that does it. I need him to know I never wanted to lie to him, and that I was only scared and didn’t want to lose you or him. I think that’s why he was so mad before...because we hid it from him, ya know?”

  “It wasn’t just that, Dakota.” Jacks voice rumbles as he steps closer to us. “I wanted to protect you from him. I didn’t want to lose my best friend and have to kick the shit out of him if he ever hurt you.”

  “Oh my God, Jack...” Kota gasps in shock and puts her hand to her mouth as she turns to see her brother standing behind her. He opens his arms to embrace her.

  Thankfully, she lets him. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbles through loud sobs into his chest.

  Jack gives a soft chuckle. “Don’t be. It’s me who’s sorry. I’m the asshole that’s kept y’all apart.” He grips Kota’s arms and gently pushes her away so he can make eye contact with her. “You didn’t think I knew y’all were meetin’ up when I’d ask him to go do somethin’ and he’d say he’s busy with his girl, and then I’d ask you to do somethin’ and you’d say you were gonna go for a run? I’ve known you my whole damn life and you ain’t ever liked runnin’ unless it was away from the sheriff when we were kids.”

  Everyone laughs, including Tillie as she stands in the doorway between the kitchen and the bar.

  “Why didn’t you say anything?” Kota asks him, looking up to him, as she’s always done.

  “Because I know Buck, probably better than anyone, and he may act like a player but the only piece of ass he’s been getting is Jill’s.” He snickers and holds up his hand with his four fingers together and his thumb sticking out. “See, J-I-L-L.” He traces his fingers with the opposite hand and everyone bursts into laughter again.

  He kisses Kota on her forehead, then turns to me. “You’ve got my blessing. But I swear to God if you hurt her, I will cut your dick off and shove it up your ass while I shove your balls down your throat,” Jack says playfully. We all know he’s actually serious, though. He extends his hand toward me.

  “Duly noted, Jack.” We firmly shake hands.

  “Alright, then. Let's get some drinks!” Jack announces, turning back to hug Kota again.

  Tillie steps up to the bar, and I join her behind it to help her.

  “You dish up the chicken and dumplings, and I’ll get the drinks,” I say to her.

  She nods, leaning in toward me. She whispers, “Hey, Buck...”

  “Yeah, Tillie?” I whisper back.

  “Maybe Jack isn't that bad after all.” She winks, a soft smile playing on her lips.

  “Go for it.” I nudge her arm playfully.

  “Alright, what are we havin’?” I step in front of them, ready to serve up whatever they request.

  “You know what I want.” Kota grins.

  “Let me guess, some fruity shit?” Jack interjects.

  “Whiskey. Good grief, what kind of woman do you guys think I am? Buck guessed fruity shit before, too.” She rolls her eyes.

  “You know I just want an ice cold beer,” Jack admits. “Whiskey tends to make me mean, and I don’t think we need that today given the circumstances.” He arches a brow and looks between Kota and me. “Speaking of which, Buck, you do know you have to marry her now.” There’s no question in his statement, as though this is an unwritten rule he’s reminding us both of.

  “I’ve planned on that since the day we shared our first kiss,” I confess proudly.

  I pull a frosty glass from the freezer and fill it with draft beer for Jack. When I hand it over to him, I lean my muscular forearms onto the bar.

  “Hey. You got a shot with Tillie,” I whisper.

  “There’s no way in hell.” He shakes his head in disbelief and takes a swig of beer.

  “I’m serious. Trust me.”

  “Hurry up with my drink, Shit-kickers.” She sticks her pretty little pink tongue out at me.

  I shift over to her and whisper, “You get one drink, then we’re getting out of here.”

  “But we just got here.” She looks at me, confusion twisting her face.

  I nod behind me toward the kitchen where Tillie is walking out with a couple plates of chicken and dumplings, and then at Jack, whose eyes are fixated on her.

  “Let’s skip the drink and get out of here now instead,” she replies quietly. She shoots me her infamous fuck-me glare as she nibbles on her bottom lip, and it causes my dick to stiffen immediately. I grunt in frustration, purely because I can’t take her right here and now on this damn bar.

  My grunt must have been too loud because it’s gotten the attention of not only Tillie, but Jack, too.

  “You two need to get the hell out of here before I change
my mind,” Jack teases.

  “You heard him!” Kota slaps her palm against the bar, leaving no room for negotiation.

  We don’t waste another second. Kota stands and heads toward the doors, and I give Jack another handshake. I quickly join Kota at the door and open it for her, giving her a smack on the ass as she walks past me. She squeals, laughing.

  “Hey! I saw that. Don’t be doing that shit in front of me, that’s all I ask!” Jack hollers after us.

  It’s gonna be harder than hell for me to keep my hands off of her now that we aren’t hiding this. Harder than hell.

  Chapter Ten

  Dakota

  We walk hand in hand down the road, not caring whether or not anyone sees us as they pass by. Reaching the driveway of his house, we race one another down the gravel hill, laughing loudly. Instead of going into his house, however, I pass it and head for the barn.

  Buck reaches me and grasps my hips from behind, flipping me around to face him. I cup his scruffy face, rubbing my fingers through his facial hair and pulling him down to meet my lips.

  “Let’s try something new, Buck,” I say just before tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth.

  “Mmm...” He moans, causing slickness to form between my thighs. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “What’s that?” I dip my hands under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as far as I can to run my tongue over his muscular chest. I nibble gently on his nipple, and he groans again.

  “Fuck,” he growls, tugging firmly against my hair.

  “I think that’s a great idea, but we’ve already established that.”

  Buck lifts me up into his arms with one swift motion, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my lips against his. He walks us over to the workbench and sets me down on top of it. Reaching behind me, he grabs something off the wall and brings it in front of me.

  Mmm...a bundle of rope. The ache within my core grows stronger at the sight of it.

  Buck sets the rope next to me and his hands grip my shirt, yanking it over my head in one fluid motion. I reach behind and unclasp my bra, exposing my bare breasts to him.

  Buck runs a fingertip over my nipple. “We need to talk about these piercings...”

  I giggle at his tone. “What about them?”

  “Why the hell would you get your nipples pierced? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a virgin having pierced nipples.”

  “I’ve always thought they were sexy, and I wanted them done. Simple as that. It was the first thing I did for myself when I left here.”

  “Well, I think you made a very, very good decision because they are sexy as hell,” he growls in a low voice. Then, he wraps his hot, wet lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He lifts me off the workbench and steadies me on my feet. I unbutton and unzip my jean shorts, pushing them down and wiggling them off my hips.

  Buck bends down and sits on his knees before me, gripping my ass and pulling my pussy to his face. He presses his nose against my most sensitive parts, the silky fabric being the only thing separating him from devouring me. He inhales deeply through his nose and moans against me.

  “Your sweet pussy is my most favorite scent. I wish I could fucking bottle it up.” He speaks in a deep voice as he tugs my panties down my body. Buck runs his tongue from my entrance up along my clit in a long, slow lick, and then kisses it gently. I tilt my head back in pleasure, pulling on his dark hair. “Your sweet pussy is my most favorite meal, too,” he adds.

  “You’re so dirty,” I playfully admonish, but I giggle as I say it.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” It’s a warning, spoken as he turns me around to face the workbench. Buck grabs the rope, and then my arms, bringing them behind me. “Hold your wrists together,” he orders.

  I do as he says, and I feel the rough, scratchy material of the rope being snuggly tied around my wrists.

  “Can you get out of that?” he asks. I wiggle my arms and try to escape the rope, but I fail.

  “No, and it burns a little to fight against it, I might add.”

  “Good,” he whispers gruffly against the sensitive skin below my ear, sending an electric spark down the length of my spine.

  I turn my attention to the sound of Buck’s heavy footsteps as he walks in the opposite direction from me. He pulls a riding crop from a hook on the wall. I gulp, and my breathing goes ragged.

  Buck struts back toward me, and I lick my lips as I soak in the sight of him. He’s shirtless, bearing his eight-pack abs and luscious V muscle, and he’s dressed in only blue jeans and cowboy boots.

  Buck cracks the crop against his palm as a devilish grin pulls on his lips. “How’s this for trying something new?” he asks in a deep rumble.

  I feel the warm smoothness of the riding crop as he slides it from my ankle up to my ass cheek. For a brief second I feel it leave my skin, only to meet it again with a smack.

  “Ahh!” A guttural scream escapes my throat.

  Buck grabs me by a handful of my hair and pulls, throwing my head back. His lips meet the nape of my neck.

  “You drive me wild, Kota, you know that? You bring out this untamable, animalistic side of me I never knew existed.”

  “Mmm...I love you,” I breathe out, my head still tilted back.

  Buck kisses my neck again before he releases his grip on my hair, and then he moves his hand between my thighs. Rubbing his fingers through my slick sweet heat, he inserts a finger inside of my tight entrance. My pussy clenches around his finger, only encouraging him to add in another. The smooth leather from the crop trails along the back of my leg again. This time, he brings it all the way up my back, over my shoulder, and then gently smacks it against my nipple, the stinging sensation traveling to my pussy as he works his fingers in and out of my slick tightness.

  I hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he fumbles with it one-handed, then the rumpling of his denim jeans falling around his ankles. The quick and precise movements of Buck’s fingers bring me to the brink of an orgasm. He pulls them out of me and rubs the slickness in circular motions over my clit.

  “Don’t come. You hear me, Kota? Not until I tell you to,” he demands.

  “Yes!” I whimper, losing the fight against myself completely as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through me. I pull against my bound wrists, wanting to grab on to something, anything, but I can’t. The sting of the rope sliding against my wrists only heightens my orgasm.

  Then, I feel the thick head of his cock at my pussy, and he thrusts it inside of me hard, without easing into it. A scream bellows out from me in response.

  “I told you not to come, Kota. You were supposed to hold it back, and wait for my cock,” he growls, throwing the crop onto the workbench. Moans and screams of ecstasy escape me.

  Working his cock in and out of my pussy from behind, I instinctively arch my back, causing his thick length to go deeper inside me. Buck’s fingers painfully dig into my hips as he yanks me back and forth effortlessly along the length of his hard shaft. He tugs against the rope my wrists are bound with and he unties it, freeing my arms.

  “Touch yourself, Kota. Play with that pretty pink pussy and make yourself come on my cock,” he commands with a guttural roar.

  I hold on to the workbench with one hand and slip my other between my thighs, feeling the warm wetness and Buck’s cock as it slides in and out of my center. I press my fingers against my sensitive button, rubbing vigorously as Buck quickens his pace.

  “Harder, Buck! Harder!” I plead desperately, and he slams in and out of me with fury and desperation.

  “You like that? You like it when I fuck you hard, Kota?”

  His aggression and dominance throws me over the top, sending me through a whirlwind of pain and pleasure.

  “Yes! God, yes!” I scream through an explosive orgasm as it sends shockwaves throughout my body.

  Buck doesn’t slow his thrusts. He keeps going until he releases inside of me. “Ugh! Fuck!”

  He presses his palms against m
y breasts, pulling my back against his chest. His hand slides down the front of my body. “You are so goddamn beautiful, baby.”

  I melt against his arms, turning around to face him.

  Buck sticks his finger under my chin, lifting my head slightly to bring our lips together in a passionate kiss.

  Epilogue

  Buck

  One Month Later...

  Pulling Betty Sue down the ever-familiar driveway, I come to a stop and shift the truck into park. I thumb over the worn emerald green velvet box, opening it to stare in awe at my grandma’s wedding ring. My granddad always told me I’d know right away when I met the woman who deserved this ring.

  To be honest, he’d given it to me when Kota had just left for college. I knew back then she was the one I wanted to put this ring on, I just never thought it’d ever happen. I figured I’d have this ring stowed away until I was old and gray.

  I know this is going to seem crazy, seeing as how fast everything has been movin’ since Kota came back home, but she’s my woman. I need to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.

  Kota is my life.

  Auntie Rae and Uncle Don wave from the porch swing to greet me. I tip my hat at them and smile, makin’ my way to the porch.

  “Hey, beautiful.” I greet Auntie Rae with a kiss on her forehead.

  “Watch where you’re puttin’ your hands there, sonny.” Uncle Don laughs in a deep, raspy tone, making me chuckle.

  “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, Donny boy. You’re the only man I have eyes for. I’d never look twice at a handsome, muscular, sweet, young man like Buck.” Auntie Rae snickers playfully and puckers her lips at Don for a kiss. He scowls jokingly with light in his eyes, and then he kisses her.

  “I don’t mean to interrupt, but, uh...where’s Jack at ‘round here?”