We’d been sort-of helping Julia fill the favor bags, but I hadn’t gotten far. The only filling I wanted to do with a dick—real or fake—was put it in Julia’s pussy.
“Oh shit,” Julia replied, looking anywhere in the room but at me or Bennett, then turned so her back was to us. She was blatantly embarrassed, but I thought it funny. “I… I thought they were the strippers.”
Yeah, she had. I’d caught on pretty fast and when I’d glanced at Bennett, he had, too. Instead of correcting her, I’d enjoyed every bit of our conversation. Julia wasn’t shy or prudish. Not the way she’d talked about dick size and stripper moves. Still, she was also a touch wary. I hadn’t been able to pinpoint it exactly, but she seemed a little jaded with guys. Like she’d maybe been burned. I knew she was single, and she looked to be in her late twenties. No woman made it that long and not married without having her heart broken a time or two. She was intriguing and I wanted to learn more. So much more. Like what she looked like when she woke up next to me in the morning, what she sounded like when she came. The way she screamed my name.
Ava stared at her for a second, wide-eyed, then burst out laughing. “Those two?” She waved her hand between me and Bennett. “God, Julia, what did you say to them?”
I could see Julia’s profile, her cheeks a bright pink. She put her hands up to her face, realized she was still holding a dildo, then tossed it on the table. She covered her face and mumbled. I could barely make out the words banana hammock and gyrating hips.
Ava glanced our way and I offered her a wink to let her know we found it amusing. Flattering even, in a backwards sort of way, to be mistaken for a stripper. The way Bennett just stood there and grinned, he didn’t seem to mind either.
We had some moves we could show her. In private.
All at once, Julia’s spine stiffened and she spun about, walked over to me and poked me in the chest. “Why didn’t you say something?”
I raised my hands in surrender and tried not to smile, but she was almost a foot shorter and a tiny thing, at least com
pared to me. I couldn’t miss the way her body filled out her jeans and that her full breasts weren’t hidden beneath her trim t-shirt. I wasn’t in much physical danger, but she did have a hell of a lot of wrath. Oh, if that could be channeled into other things… fuck, was she passionate.
“And miss out on all the fun?” I asked. “Don’t you want to see if my nut huggers are neon yellow or blue?”
Steam would have come from her ears if it were possible. The look on her face had me wondering if she might knee me in the balls, so I shifted my stance slightly just in case. I’d never seen eyes so green before and I was mesmerized.
“Angel, don’t be mad,” Bennett said, his voice calm. “Maybe we can start over. I’m Bennett and this idiot is Cash. He’s got your truck at his shop.”
“That’s right,” I added. “I didn’t have your number to give you an update personally, so I called Gus, told him it’s not fixed yet.”
I knew Gus and his two colleagues, Kemp and Poe, from a summer softball league. He’d let me know her truck was in front of the vet office, told me he thought it might have a dead battery, although Kemp and Poe had told him otherwise. Since Poe tried to jump it and it still didn’t start, I doubted the battery problem. Either way, Gus asked if I’d tow and fix it.
I’d taken a peek when it arrived and saw it was a cracked distributor cap. It wasn’t a big issue, but the truck wouldn’t run without a new one.
“I didn’t have your contact info. Since Gus was headed out of town and I have your ride, I told him I’d make sure you got home all right after the party,” I told her.
“We,” Bennett corrected. The way he was looking at her, he didn’t want to be left out.
I tipped my head toward him, nodded. “We just stopped by to introduce ourselves, let you know we’d be by to get you at ten.”
Julia glanced at Ava, who added, “Cash is Cash Carter of Carter’s Auto. He moved here to help out his uncle and take over the shop.” She looked me up and down as if taking inventory. “While he’s pretty hot, I don’t think he has the moves for a stripper.”
Those green eyes of Julia’s stayed narrowed, but she wasn’t quite as pissed. Thankfully Ava vouched for me. Us.
“Thanks,” I said to Ava. “Survived my first winter in Montana.” After Miami, a Raines winter was fucking freezing, but life was quiet and no one knew about my shit background. Business was good at the shop, and now, a woman just came into my life. I shouldn’t be thinking that, but it wasn’t my brain doing the thinking right now.
“I followed Cash out here from Florida,” Bennett said. “As Ava said, I do custom motorcycles.”
“All the guys are going to hang at Cassidy’s while we have our fun,” she told the red-haired vixen. “Ooh, are those dildos?”
Julia ignored Ava, whose interest shifted to the party favors, narrowed her eyes and looked between me and Bennett. Poked me in the chest once more, just for the hell of it. And that made my dick throb in my jeans. I wanted to reach down, shift myself to be more comfortable, but that wasn’t a good idea.
“You say one word about what the plans are for this party to any of my brothers, or any of the guys, you’re a dead man. I’m small, but I can rope the shit out of a calf and I know where all the good burial spots are on the ranch.”
That sexy-as-fuck warning had been hours ago. Sitting here at Cassidy’s, I was still hard just thinking about that smooth-as-silk voice talking about rope and getting tied up. That went along with the tight little body and no-holds-barred attitude and I was hooked.
I wanted some of that. Not some, I wanted a whole hell of a lot of Julia Duke. All of her. Every delectable inch. It wasn’t the best idea to get involved with her, or any woman for that matter, but again, my dick seemed to be doing the thinking where she was concerned.
Still, Bennett and I were picking her up and taking her home. It had been courtesy, at first, to help out Gus’s sister. Now, it was imperative. Oh, I wanted to feel those soft curves beneath my work-worn palms. She’d feel like satin, every hot inch of her. I considered Ava pretty with her intentional good looks. But high maintenance to me meant getting a car serviced every three thousand miles. I liked a woman who was natural, and it seemed with lots of wild red hair.
I’d never imagined a woman with a sharp tongue could light my fire, but shit, Julia Duke. I had to wonder if that gorgeous hair also capped her pussy. Did she shave herself bare down there or leave a little fire to go with all that heat?