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He groaned again and pressed his cock to my lips. “Suck me, baby. I’m ready to fill you up with my cream.”
    He punctuated those words with a push past my lips. His hard cock filled my mouth, and I licked the underside of his shaft as he pumped in and out. Cupping his swinging balls in my hand, I fondled them gently, massaging them while tugging on the long, curly hair adorning his scrotum.
    â€œYou like my nuts, baby?” he asked breathlessly. “I like what you’re doing to them. It makes me feel like I’m gonna explode all over you.”
    That prospect was too much for me. Moaning, I came again, grabbing his ass in a desperate attempt to pull his dick farther into my mouth. My fingers crept to the cleft of his buttocks, seeking his soft, velvety hole. Putting a hand to his mouth, he spit on his fingers before reaching back to lubricate himself.
    My massage of his slick, tight hole made him fuck even harder until at last, a sharp exhale heralded his climax. His body tensed as his breath hissed back in through his teeth. Semen shot straight down my throat, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of warm juice. As he slowly withdrew, I sucked the cream from his cock, savoring its tangy sweetness before swallowing every last drop.
    â€œThat was payment for the ride so far.” He twisted around to land heavily in the passenger seat. “To get more, you have to keep driving. I’ll be hard again in another twenty miles.”
    I stared mutely through the windshield at the highway stretched out before me, that huge cottonwood tree a mere speck in the distance. Barely visible on the horizon, it moved closer with each passing moment. Breathing deeply in an attempt to restore harmony to my riotous emotions, I fixed an unwavering gaze on the tree—the familiar landmark steadily bringing me back into reality.
    I blinked as a hand passed up and down in front of my eyes.
    â€œHey.” His voice was overly loud, as though I hadn’t been listening and he was trying to recapture my attention. “Are you always this quiet?”
    As I glanced in his direction, I noted that, unlike the man in my fantasy, this cowboy remained fully dressed, his cock still an enigma, well hidden behind stout layers of blue denim.
    Not quite trusting my voice, I cleared my throat. “Sometimes.”
    â€œThought I’d lost you there for a minute.” He smiled, seeming somewhat relieved. “Do you know how far it is from here to Jackson Hole?”

Chapter 2
    It’s amazing how lost in thought I can become when the right subject steals my attention. Cody used to accuse me of daydreaming—and he was right—although he usually benefited from my woolgathering. Over the years, I’d come up with some pretty wild stuff while my mind was elsewhere, things from which he seemed to derive tremendous enjoyment, so he probably shouldn’t have complained.
    Dear, sweet, sexy Cody. I missed him more with each passing day. My hitchhiking cowboy could have no idea that such thoughts ever crossed my mind. I knew for a fact that my imaginings never showed themselves in my face, which meant that he could have no inkling that I might actually want to live out that fantasy. If he did, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted to drive another yard with me.
    I thought about all the cowboys—some quite young, some older, some cute and some not—who had worked for us on the ranch over the years, none of whom had shown the slightest romantic or sexual interest in me, either before or after Cody died. Not even the foreman, who was nearly sixty and was still a rather attractive man, seemed to consider me to be a female worth pursuing. To him, I was nothing more than a silly little woman who needed to be kept out of trouble.
    Rufus had worked for us for a long time and had been a good foreman. Neither I nor my father—or Cody, for that matter—ever had any complaints about the way