The familiar trip seemed to take three times what it should have, but soon Ruger slowed and pulled into his driveway. He hit a button he’d fastened to the handlebars and waited while the garage door opened then eased the bike in, parking beside his pickup as the garage door lowered behind them. After killing the engine, he waited for Krissi to dismount then climbed off himself. She handed him the helmet. He put it on the seat and turned to look at her. She looked nervous. He bent and gave her a quick kiss to distract her.

“Come on in. I’ll show you around.” What Ruger wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, carry her inside, toss her on the bed, and screw her brains out, but she wasn’t quite ready for that.

He unlocked the door to the house and led her inside.

“This is the laundry room. Not the most inviting room to start off with, but it’s necessary. Besides, I’m not parking my bike outside.” He waited for her to come inside before locking the door to the garage then leading her through the door to the next room. “This is the kitchen. I’m not much for cooking, so you might not find much to eat. There’s beer and sodas in the fridge. Help yourself.” He shrugged out of his kutte and took her jacket, leaving them draped across the kitchen table.

Ruger continued the tour, showing her through the house until they reached his bedroom. It wasn’t that he was hinting at anything. She’d all but said she wanted to fuck him. Any doubt he had disappeared when she’d nearly grabbed his dick in the bar. He let Krissi look around a bit while he unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from his jeans then set it on top of the dresser. Shrugging out of the shoulder straps, he slipped the weapon off and hung the holster on a hook next to the dresser where he kept it then pulled the pistol free and put it in the nightstand drawer.

“It’s not what I expected,” Krissi said, looking around, eyes wide.

“What did you expect? Empty pizza boxes and beer cans?”

She turned and faced him, one side of her mouth turned up in a wry smile. “Pretty much. A good TV and video game set up with a folding chair or maybe a bean bag. Mattress on the bedroom floor. You know, typical bachelor pad stuff.”

Ruger shook his head and chuckled. “A few years ago, that’s exactly what you would have found, but I got tired of living like a rat. I decided I wanted someplace I could relax and be comfortable. I’ll admit, I have a decent TV and sound system, but I’m not much for video games. I’d rather watch movies.” He took her hand and led her back into the living room where they could sit down and get to know each other a little until she was ready for more. “Have a seat,” he invited before going to the kitchen and pulling out a couple of beers from the fridge. Opening them both, he dropped the tops in the trash and carried them to her. “Here.” He sat beside her and took a long pull from his bottle. “You liking Tucson?”

She took a drink from her own bottle then glanced around the room. “It’s all right.”

“Not too hot for you?”

“It’s a little warmer than I’m used to, but it’s not that bad.”

He watched her a moment, thinking about her words. He narrowed his eyes. “That means you’re either from somewhere in the southwest. I’m guessing New Mexico, Arizona, or Florida.”

“Florida? That’s not southwest.” She frowned, confused.

“No, but it’s hot there, too. Some of the rest of the south is hot, too, but like Texas, there’s an accent that would give you away.”

A ghost of a smile curved her lips, and she looked away. “I’m from New Mexico.”

“Well, if you’re not from one of the mountain areas, or too far north, then Tucson won’t be too much different.” The way she hedged her answers and looked away told him that she was telling the truth, but at the same time hiding something. He didn’t push. He wanted Krissi to trust him with whatever it was but sensed he’d need to earn that trust. “It’s good, though, because the first summer here can be rough for someone not accustomed to the heat. Even people from Florida have it hard here because it’s dry and they don’t realize they’re losing as much moisture as they are.”

“I’m used to the dry heat. I know the rule: Drink even when you’re not thirsty, and even more when you’re out in it.” She tipped her head back, and he saw a thin line of a scar just under the tip of her chin. “That’s what happens when you don’t get enough water.”

“What did you do?” Ruger lifted one hand and ran his thumb along the soft line of her skin before it occurred to him she might be sensitive about it. But if she were, why had she shown him?

“I was working outside in the summer and didn’t drink enough. I ended up with heat exhaustion. I passed out and split my chin open. I got a total of twelve stitches, four on the inside, eight on the outside, and I chipped two teeth. I’m much more careful about making sure I have enough to drink since then.”

“When did you do this?” He knew it wasn’t recent. The scar was white and well healed, not pink and new.

“A few years ago. I don’t even feel it anymore, but I remember it.”

“I bet.” He let his eyes play over her, taking in every line and curve. The scar over her eye and the freckle next to one corner of her mouth. They weren’t flaws. They were marks of character and only served to enhance her looks. He ran the pad of one thumb down her jaw. “Looks like you’re doing just fine in the heat.”

She turned her head and captured his thumb between her teeth. “I do okay,” she said around the digit.

He cocked one brow and waited. The tip of her tongue swirled around the end of his thumb as she watched him for a reaction.

“As pretty as that is, I had other plans for both my finger and your mouth.”

Krissi’s eyes darkened as she closed her lips around the digit and sucked a moment before releasing it. “I hope those plans include getting naked.” A sly smile curved her lips.

Ruger let his eyes skim down her body. “They do.”

“I like the way you think.” Krissi went up on her knees beside him and leaned over to lower her mouth to his.

Ruger let her control the kiss. He wanted to see how aggressive she would be and how far she would go to get what she wanted. The kiss deepened, and Krissi leaned closer. She shifted her weight and Ruger set one hand on her waist so he was ready in case she lost her balance. Her hands went to his shoulders, and she steadied herself as she moved, never breaking the kiss. He groaned as her weight settled astride his lap and her hands smoothed down his chest. He fought the urge to run his hands up under her shirt, but he was letting her control their speed…for now.

She pulled away, sitting back on her heels, and tugged at his shirt. “Off.”

“As you wish.” Ruger leaned forward enough to reach behind his head and grab a handful of shirt then tugged it over his head. Tossing it aside, he realized Krissi hadn’t been idle. She was sitting on his lap wearing only her pants and a white lace bra. He let his gaze play over her newly exposed skin as he waited to see what she would do next. His skin on the palms of his hands itched to touch her, but he remained where he was.

Her hands slid down his chest, and she leaned forward to run her tongue along his bottom lip. Moving her hands up and over his shoulders, she settled her mouth over his, where he let her coax his lips apart. Her hands on his back curled and pulled him closer.

Ruger let his hands rest on her thighs then slowly slid them upwards, running them lightly over her back and around to her stomach. Inching upward, he let his hands come up to cover her lace-cupped breasts.

Krissi’s hands snaked up his neck, and her fingers tugged the band from his hair, freeing it to fall around his shoulders. Her fingers pushed into his hair, nails scraped along his scalp, sending bolts of fire down his spine. When she arched her back, he pushed her bra up and held her naked tits in his hands. Her nipples were tight little berries against his palms. Ruger wanted to unbutton her jeans and shove his hand inside to find out if she wore panties, but he waited. Instead, he kneaded the soft flesh, tweaking her nipples, and drawing them to hard buttons.

Her mouth still against his, Krissi bit his lower lip and moaned. Breaking the kiss, she trailed kisses along the side of his neck, licking and nipping his skin with her teeth. Her nails grazed his nipples, and he tensed momentarily. Krissi scooted her ass back on his lap until she could lick and bite at one nipple. Ruger’s hands slid up her back, and he let them rest on her shoulders. He wanted to feel that sweet, hot mouth on his cock. To feel her warm, tight pussy surrounding him, but not yet. Not yet. Sliding his hands around, he cupped her tits, teasing her tight, sensitive nipples while she played with his.

She sat up again, moving closer to kiss him. His hands fell to her waistband, fingers sliding beneath the heavy fabric in the back of her jeans.

“Wait.” Krissi pulled away. “We need something.”

“What?”

“Where’s my jacket?”

“In the kitchen. Why?”

“We need a condom.”

He shifted, lifting her with him as he lifted his hips, moving as if she weighed nothing, and pulled a foil square from his pocket. He dropped the packet on his lap between them.

She glanced down at the package then back to his face. “You always carry that or were you just hoping to get lucky tonight?”

“I gave up carrying all the time some time ago, but I pocketed a couple from a stash I keep behind the bar for my brothers.” He kept his eyes on her face as he gave her a halfhearted grin. “I was encouraged when you showed up again tonight, and hopeful when you agreed to go for a ride.”

Still watching him, Krissi reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Tossing it aside, she picked up the packet and put it on the couch beside his leg. She moved backward off his lap and reached for the button of his jeans.

He let her unbutton his jeans and lifted his ass so she could work the stiff fabric down his hips, taking his underwear with them. Ruger stopped her before she got his jeans to his knees and kicked off his boots then kicked his jeans off and aside. Krissi knelt and wrapped her hand around his erect cock, squeezing gently. She looked up at him through the lace of her lashes as she picked the condom up, ripped the package open, and unrolled it over him. Keeping her eyes on him, she leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue along the underside.

Ruger groaned and tensed, watching as she moved off his lap and kicked her shoes off then unbuttoned her own jeans and started shoving them off. It couldn’t have been easy the way she was bent over, her mouth still lavishing attention on his dick. Krissi’s tongue swirled around the tip, and he wanted to bury his hands in her hair and make her take the whole thing in her mouth. Instead, he clenched his fists and forced himself not to move.

Krissi dipped her mouth over the tip of his cock and braced her hands on his thighs while she finished kicking her jeans off. Unable to deny the urge any longer, Ruger closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the sofa as the warmth surrounded his dick.

The heat of her mouth disappeared, and Ruger looked up to find her standing in front of him, naked. She’d pushed the strings of her panties off her hips. He let his eyes skim down her body, taking in her full breasts, the taper of her waist, and her generous round ass, perfect for holding on to while he fucked her.

“What are you waiting for?” He lifted one brow.

Krissi gave him a predatory smile.

“An invitation.” She crawled back astride him, stopping just shy of his cock. She looked down into his face as she knelt above him, her eyes sparkling. “Touch me.” Picking up one of his hands, she brought it up to her tit and squeezed it against her flesh. Her skin was soft and full against his hand

“I can do that.” Ruger glanced down at her body then back to her eyes. “How much do you want?” He squeezed her boob, knowing he was being a little rough. Ruger was aware she might not understand the words alone, but he needed to know how rough he could be and how much she would enjoy. Hurting women didn’t get him off, but sometimes a little pain mixed with pleasure only made the pleasure more intense, and her teeth play so far made him believe Krissi might like things less than vanilla.

“A lot. I’ll say something if it’s too much for me.” Krissi leaned in and bit his lower lip. Krissi swiveled her hips until her opening was lined up with his cock then slowly lowered herself onto him.

Ruger arched his back and groaned as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He fought the urge to thrust his hips and bury himself deep inside her. Instead, he kept his hands where they were and toyed with her full, round tits while he let her continue to slowly sink down over him, using her weight to press him deeper. Krissi scraped her nails along his skin. The intense sensations made him shiver. Slowly, she lifted herself until just the tip of his cock remained inside her then sank down over him again, this time faster, the momentum and moisture driving him deeper. His hands unconsciously squeezed and kneaded the mounds that more than filled them.

Krissi broke the kiss and threw her head back, groaning. Her back arched, thrusting her chest outward. Unable to resist the temptation bouncing in his face, Ruger pushed his face between her breasts for a moment then took a deep breath before capturing one nipple in his mouth. Still squeezing the mounds, he tormented the sensitive tip with his tongue then bit down. Her body clamped around his cock, squeezing him tight as she screamed her orgasm, but she never stopped moving. She continued lifting herself off him and sinking back down.