Ladd Fortune by Dianne Venetta

to give
her better access. For once he was glad not to have been drinking
right along with her. He’d have the advantage now. “You are one hot
specimen of a man, Troy Parker.”
    He smiled. “You’re not too bad
yourself.”
    Continuing down to his waistband, she
tugged his shirt free. “You keep flattering me and see where it
gets you.” Troy smirked as she slid her hands beneath his shirt,
roaming the expanse of his chest and stomach. He tightened his
muscles as slender fingers meandered over his abs. “You are so
strong,” she cooed.
    Troy lightly grabbed her face and
kissed her, plunging his tongue inside, finding her mouth hot and
slick. Loretta ran her hands through his hair, gently pulled at his
ear lobes, then skimmed her hands down his neck and under his
collar. Troy pulled back and commanded, “Back seat.”
    Without waiting for a response, he
shoved his car door open, reached for her hand and pulled her
toward him. Loretta scooted across the seat willingly. Troy
marveled at how easy she was. He’d never been with a woman he
didn’t have to work at, to coax with sweet words and promises. The
few girls he had slept with demanded he romance them. Which didn’t
make sense. They hooked up at a party. They were buzzed. Why
romance at that point?
    Suddenly grateful his dad made him
drive the old quad cab, Troy popped open the back door and guided
her in. But Loretta stopped, seized his jaw and pulled him down to
deliver the deepest, slipperiest kiss he’d ever had. Desire surged.
He wanted her naked. Now. Fumbling with her blouse in the dark, he
searched for the front buttons.
    “ Let me help you with that,”
Loretta said, and worked herself free from his hold. She hopped up
into the truck’s back seat and a curled finger. “Come here and let
me show you.”
    Didn’t have to ask him
twice. With the sliver of moonlight they did have, he was going to
see everything he could see. Troy moved between her legs and
planted another wet kiss on her lips. Loretta returned the kiss a
bit sloppily then he watched in awe as her hands reached for the
front of her shirt. She really was going to
show him .
    His pulse pounded as he anticipated
what she would look like, feel like. He couldn’t wait to get his
hands on her, his mouth on her, but a flash of light stopped his
heart.
    Loretta hands stilled at her bra. “What
was that?”
    Troy whipped his head around to see
Travis’ truck emerge from behind a cluster of trees.
“Crap!”
    “ Who is it?”
    “ My brother,” he exclaimed
and ducked.
    “ Will he care that we’re
here?” she asked.
    Probably. Troy groaned
inwardly. Mr. Goody Two Shoes cared about everything his brother did. When the
truck stopped then headed their way, Troy dropped his head onto the
soft mounds of Loretta’s chest. “Crap,” he muttered
again.
    As the truck neared, Travis called out
his name. “Troy?”
    Troy knew it was game over—for the
moment. Lifting from Loretta, he yelled, “Travis, turn the dad gum
lights off, will you? You’re blinding me!”
    Travis parked and walked over to him.
“What are you doing, Troy?”
    Troy stood, blocking the open back
door. Why did his brother have to look so dumbfounded? What did he
think he was doing—playing with himself? “I have company, if you
don’t mind. Now will you get already?”
    “ Company?” Alarm scored
Travis’ expression. “Who?”
    “ None of your dad gum
business, who.” He pulled the unbuttoned shirt up and around his
shoulders and squared off with his brother.
    But Travis couldn’t help himself and
had to sneak a peek through the window. He returned a blank look.
“Who’s she?”
    “ I done told you,” Troy
said. “It’s none of your business. It isn’t Felicity, if that’s
what you were wondering.”
    The relief that filled Travis’ eyes
pissed Troy off, even though his brother claimed, “I never thought
it was.”
    “ Don’t give me that bull.
She’s the only one you’d be worried about sitting