Should've Been a Cowboy by Vicki Lewis Thompson

excessive, but he hadn’t had time to figure out how many he might need, so he’d just grabbed some.
    Sure enough, the minute she opened the compartment, several condom packages tumbled out and fell to the floor of the truck. She began to laugh. “Are the ranch trucks normally stocked with these?”
    “No. That was me doing the stocking.” And the sight of them had jump-started his libido.
    “I see. That’s quite a supply.”
    “I didn’t want to run out.” But as eager as he felt to have her, even those might not be enough.
    “Is that so? I don’t remember needing that many in August. Have you shortened your recovery time?”
    He wouldn’t doubt it. She seemed to be affecting him more strongly than she had last summer. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” And soon, very soon.
    “That depends on whether there’s a flashlight in here. It wasn’t snake season when I lived here as a kid, but last summer I distinctly remember being warned about walking around in the dark without a flashlight because of snakes.”
    “It was warmer then. August.” He didn’t want her to get distracted thinking about wildlife. He wanted her mind to be firmly where his was—on sex. “It’s too cold out for varmints to be out moseying around.”
    She glanced over at him. “Listen to you, sounding like Yosemite Sam! I’m beginning to think you have turned into a real cowboy, after all.”
    He lapsed into a slow drawl. “In that case, ma’am, could I interest you in going for a little…ride?” He wanted her so much he could taste it.
    She reached over and stroked his thigh. “Sounds like fun.”
    “I guaran-damn-tee it.” Ah, that single touch was all it took for his cock to strain against his fly.
    Moving her hand, she rubbed his crotch.
    He drew in a quick breath. “You might want to be careful, ma’am. That gun is loaded.”
    “I can tell.” She continued to fondle him. “Are we there yet?”
    “We’re close, and I’m not talking about the sacred site, either.” Clenching his jaw, he brought the truck to a stop and switched off the engine.
    “Why are we stopping?”
    “Honey, we’re just getting started.” He opened his door and the overhead light flashed on. He turned to her and raked her with his gaze. “By the time I come around to your side, I want your jeans and your panties off.”
    “Are all cowboys as bossy as you?” Her eyes darkened and excitement trembled in her voice.
    “Don’t know. Don’t care. Just do it.” He couldn’t remember ever being this desperate to have a woman. He’d hoped to hold out until they reached their destination, but he couldn’t see himself driving another ten feet, let alone another mile, without some relief.
    When he opened the passenger door and the dome light came on again, he was greeted by the welcome sight of Tyler shoving her jeans and panties over her ankles. She’d already taken off her shoes and socks, which left her dressed only in her shirt and green hoodie. He didn’t need those off right now.
    She glanced at him, her cheeks rosy with excitement. “I did it, but I think you’re crazy.”
    “Most likely.” He scooped up a condom packet from the floor at her feet and unbuttoned his fly.
    “I don’t know how you plan to manage sex under these conditions.”
    “I’ll figure out the logistics as we go.” The situation was fast approaching the critical point. He got the condom on in record time. “Turn toward me.”
    But as she did that, he could see it wouldn’t work to take her that way. With the first thrust, he’d knock himself out cold on the roof of the cab. He leaned in and cradled the back of her head with one hand so he could kiss her, although a kiss would only make things worse for him. But he needed to kiss her, needed to feel that plump mouth moving against his.
    He could go on kissing her forever, if only he weren’t ready to explode. He used his free hand to explore the wonders between her silky thighs, and she wrapped