“Her?”
“Yeah. The place is women-owned and operated.”
“Oh.”
“Liam.”
“Yeah, Goldie?”
“Your dick is still inside me.”
“Is that a problem?” He thrusts forward, still semi-hard.
“Mmmm. No. But I’m sore, so if you think you’re gonna fuck me again today, I need some time to rest first. And maybe a bed next time.”
He laughs and carefully pulls out of me. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I was coming to see if you wanted to go out for a drink with me, but now I think I’d rather do something else.”
Adjusting my clothes, I smile at him.
He walks backward out of the room. “Get changed and meet me at the truck.”
“Where are we going?”
“Anywhere but here, Goldie.”
Chapter 14
Skinny Dipping in the Creek
? Muscle Memory - Kelsea Ballerini
Liam
With Ruby’s hand in mine on the middle console, I push my truck to seventy in a fifty-five. The windows are down, and as she glances at me, the wind blows in her hair. It’s like seeing her for the first time all over again.
One of Ruby’s favorite songs, Pretty When You Lied by Ellie Miles, comes over the radio, and I crank the dial. With one hand on her cowboy hat, she throws her head back and laughs. She’s singing along at the top of her lungs, effortlessly harmonizing with the track, and I’m completely captivated.
Ruby is always beautiful, but this version, untethered and wild, is my favorite. Seeing her like this is a privilege I don’t deserve, but there’s one thing I know for damn sure: I’m gonna enjoy every minute of this while I have her with me.
When the song ends, I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles before placing it on my thigh.
“Turn here,” she says almost frantically.
The truck tires screech at the sudden change of direction, and there’s a slight jerk as we go from smooth pavement to dirt road. “Gonna tell me where we’re headed?”
“Nope. Just keep driving.”
I shake my head in exasperation, but the truth is, I’d follow her anywhere—to the ends of the earth or the depths of hell if she asked. I’d do it without hesitation. Ruby Lynn Hayes is all or nothing, and I’d take it all before I ever give this up.
The road curves slightly, and I follow it down until it comes to a dead end. She points to a small clearing. “Pull over there.”
I put the truck in park, and Ruby steps outside into the early autumn air.
“You coming?” she calls through the open window, tossing her hat onto the passenger seat.
With a resigned sigh, I hop out of the truck and follow behind her down a narrow path. A few feet in, there’s a rushing of water. I stumble over my feet as Ruby strips off her tank top, tossing it down in the dirt.
“What are you doing?”
