green shutters and a couple more cabins up the dirt track that wound around jutting black boulders.
She’d definitely thought Ryder lived by himself.
Ryder, Weston, and Aaron sat on the front porch of the first cabin, and up the trail, Alana, Harper, and Wyatt were walking toward her Jeep. Shit, shit, double shit.
Ryder’s greeting grin was beaming as she hit the brakes and rocked to a stop next to Ryder’s jacked-up, gunmetal gray Chevy pickup. Beer in hand, he jogged down to meet her, but skidded to a stop by the driver’s side, his eyes on her cleavage.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice muffled through the door.
Heat blazed up into her cheeks, and she couldn’t meet his eyes. She searched the back seat for a jacket or hoodie, or for fuck’s sake, a burlap sack would’ve worked about now. But of course, there was nothing since she’d just cleaned her ride out last night.
Her mortification was infinite, and now the other Bloodrunners were gathering around her Jeep.
Well…there was no help for it. She couldn’t just turn around and speed out of here, even if that was exactly what she wanted to do.
Ryder pulled open the door as she unbuckled. Boneless and full of shame, she slid from the seat and clamped her hands in front of her thighs.
“Holy fuck, you look hot!” Ryder crowed. He pointed to each boob in turn. “That’s mine and that’s mine.”
Wes and Aaron were snickering.
“I didn’t know the whole crew lived together,” Lexi choked out. “I thought you lived alone.”
“That’s okay, nobody minds you dressed up as a…” Realization struck Ryder’s face like lightning. “Is this for me because of what I said the other day?”
“What did you say?” Harper asked, biting her lip to hold back a smile. She was failing.
Lexi wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. “Ryder said he always had this fantasy of fucking a Wild West saloon girl.”
Aaron doubled over and laughed so loud it echoed across the mountains, but Alana shoved hard, and he almost fell over. Wes was staring at Lexi’s tits, pushed up to her chin with the red silk corset lined in black lace. Ryder looked so damn gleeful Lexi wanted to slap him.
“This is your fault!” she snapped. “You told me to dress like this.”
“I assure you I did not. I would remember. I said ‘dress for the woods.’”
“Oh. Shit,” Lexi muttered. “Well…” She pulled down the tiny skirt to cover up her fishnet clad thighs a little better. “That makes more sense then.”
“What did you think I said?”
Her cheeks caught fire. She cleared her throat delicately and muttered, “I thought you said ‘dress for wood.’”
Wyatt and Aaron weren’t even trying to stifle their laughter now, Wes was still staring at her fucking tits, and Ryder was doubled over cackling and stomping his feet, spilling his beer all over the grass.
Alana looked impressed, though, and she punched out through her giggles, “Girl, at least you’re working it. You came to get your man.”
“He’s not getting anything now,” Lexi grumbled.
Harper shoved Wes’s head, and he came out of his tit-trance, but just barely.
“I have some clothes you can borrow if you want,” the Bloodrunner alpha offered. “You look awesome, but I doubt that will work for where we’re going.”
“Where we’re going?” God, she’d really thought when Ryder called earlier, he had a one-on-one date planned for them. Apparently this was a group date, and her mortification somehow deepened.
Ryder picked her up like a sack of flour and tossed her onto his shoulder.
“Ryder!” she squawked as he slapped her bare ass.
“Sorry, y’all. I need at least thirty-three seconds with my girl.” Ryder pretended to shoot laser beams from his dick with a couple pelvic thrusts and said in a high pitched voice, “Pew pew.”
Lexi struggled, trying to hide her bare body parts from the crew, but Ryder was immovable, the brute.
“Thirty-three
She’d definitely thought Ryder lived by himself.
Ryder, Weston, and Aaron sat on the front porch of the first cabin, and up the trail, Alana, Harper, and Wyatt were walking toward her Jeep. Shit, shit, double shit.
Ryder’s greeting grin was beaming as she hit the brakes and rocked to a stop next to Ryder’s jacked-up, gunmetal gray Chevy pickup. Beer in hand, he jogged down to meet her, but skidded to a stop by the driver’s side, his eyes on her cleavage.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice muffled through the door.
Heat blazed up into her cheeks, and she couldn’t meet his eyes. She searched the back seat for a jacket or hoodie, or for fuck’s sake, a burlap sack would’ve worked about now. But of course, there was nothing since she’d just cleaned her ride out last night.
Her mortification was infinite, and now the other Bloodrunners were gathering around her Jeep.
Well…there was no help for it. She couldn’t just turn around and speed out of here, even if that was exactly what she wanted to do.
Ryder pulled open the door as she unbuckled. Boneless and full of shame, she slid from the seat and clamped her hands in front of her thighs.
“Holy fuck, you look hot!” Ryder crowed. He pointed to each boob in turn. “That’s mine and that’s mine.”
Wes and Aaron were snickering.
“I didn’t know the whole crew lived together,” Lexi choked out. “I thought you lived alone.”
“That’s okay, nobody minds you dressed up as a…” Realization struck Ryder’s face like lightning. “Is this for me because of what I said the other day?”
“What did you say?” Harper asked, biting her lip to hold back a smile. She was failing.
Lexi wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. “Ryder said he always had this fantasy of fucking a Wild West saloon girl.”
Aaron doubled over and laughed so loud it echoed across the mountains, but Alana shoved hard, and he almost fell over. Wes was staring at Lexi’s tits, pushed up to her chin with the red silk corset lined in black lace. Ryder looked so damn gleeful Lexi wanted to slap him.
“This is your fault!” she snapped. “You told me to dress like this.”
“I assure you I did not. I would remember. I said ‘dress for the woods.’”
“Oh. Shit,” Lexi muttered. “Well…” She pulled down the tiny skirt to cover up her fishnet clad thighs a little better. “That makes more sense then.”
“What did you think I said?”
Her cheeks caught fire. She cleared her throat delicately and muttered, “I thought you said ‘dress for wood.’”
Wyatt and Aaron weren’t even trying to stifle their laughter now, Wes was still staring at her fucking tits, and Ryder was doubled over cackling and stomping his feet, spilling his beer all over the grass.
Alana looked impressed, though, and she punched out through her giggles, “Girl, at least you’re working it. You came to get your man.”
“He’s not getting anything now,” Lexi grumbled.
Harper shoved Wes’s head, and he came out of his tit-trance, but just barely.
“I have some clothes you can borrow if you want,” the Bloodrunner alpha offered. “You look awesome, but I doubt that will work for where we’re going.”
“Where we’re going?” God, she’d really thought when Ryder called earlier, he had a one-on-one date planned for them. Apparently this was a group date, and her mortification somehow deepened.
Ryder picked her up like a sack of flour and tossed her onto his shoulder.
“Ryder!” she squawked as he slapped her bare ass.
“Sorry, y’all. I need at least thirty-three seconds with my girl.” Ryder pretended to shoot laser beams from his dick with a couple pelvic thrusts and said in a high pitched voice, “Pew pew.”
Lexi struggled, trying to hide her bare body parts from the crew, but Ryder was immovable, the brute.
“Thirty-three
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