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full of unspoken suggestions. Marie watched him approach.
    Sometimes fate gives you just what you need.
    Marie smiled back at Reno. He would be the perfect vehicle to let her release a little tension, she bet he knew the rules. Reno was a player. He wouldn’t take a kiss seriously. It would all be fun and games to him, and that’s exactly what she needed at the moment. A man she felt safe with. She didn’t need a man that would make demands she wasn’t capable of fulfilling.
    “Sallie and Walter went home,” he explained, dropping down beside her. “They have a cabin about a mile down the valley.”
    The cool evening breeze ruffled Reno’s hair, inviting Marie to run her fingers through the disheveled curls. Instead, she played it cool, looking out over the barren landscape before she turned back to look at him. “So, how do you pass the time here?”
    Reno licked his lips in a suggestive smile. “Depends on whether I’m by myself or with a beautiful woman.”
    Marie knew the game was on and Reno had played the first hand. “Why don’t you show me what you do when you have a woman with you?”
    “Oh fuck, baby. I’d be glad to do that.” Reno put his hand on the back of Marie’s head, threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her into a breathless kiss. At some point, she leaned into him, resting her hands against the broad expanse of his chest. He felt so right, so natural, and yet Jack stayed on her mind, too. She kissed him back harder, trying to wipe away the confusion in her mind, or was it the confusion of her heart? How could she feel this way? How could she want them both, even as she kissed the other one?
    Reno slid his face down the side of hers, twisting his head so that he could lower his mouth over her lips. He kissed gently, exploring her, tasting her as his tongue darted out to flick over her mouth before demanding entrance.
    He was working his hands up Marie’s back and sides, exploring every curve with infinite patience as he worked his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue between her lips. Marie gave into his touch, letting her own hands explore the hard planes of his body, slipping under the hem of his t-shirt to stroke the heated flesh that rippled under her touch.
    Reno found the bottom of her blouse and ran his hands under the stretchable material, gliding his thumbs upward until he’d reached the peaks of her breasts. His hands cupped her, his thumbs brushing across the sensitive nipples as he worked his magic with a kiss.
    Marie lost herself in the moment, shutting down her thoughts, letting herself simply feel the sensations that coursed through her pussy at Reno’s expert touch. He tugged her back against his chest so that his hand could slide down the front of her jeans. It was a tight fit, but he positioned her across his lap, letting the snug fabric mold his hand against the curve of her body. His fingers dipped between her legs to explore the moist entrance to her pussy.
    “Does that feel good, darlin’?” he whispered, curling his fingertip over the swollen nub of her clit.
    Feel good? No. It feels fucking better than good.
    Marie shoved her hips upward to meet his measured strokes. “Hmmm. You’re talking too much, cowboy,” she whispered, pushing back against his wide chest and feeling the light stubble of his beard as he planted kisses along her hairline. He chuckled at that, rubbing her faster now, teasing her with a light pressure that had her body stretched out in a trembling mass of nerves and need.
    “Relax. I’ll take you there.” Reno breathed in her ear. “I’ll fuck you anyway you want, Marie. Just tell me what you need, and you’ve got it.” He kept his movements unhurried, putting just enough pressure on her clit to bring her to the edge of an orgasm, but he held back enough to let her leisurely enjoy the release. When she was at the doorway of her climax, he withdrew his hand and slid out from behind her, getting up from the swing.
    “If