Page 3 of Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

It had been easy between us. Sure, we’d messed around and made fools of ourselves. Getting naked with someone the first time had been more fumbling than fucking. I doubted I’d lasted a minute after getting inside of Parker. But, she’d opened for me again, and again until I lasted a whole hell of a lot longer, and I’d made her scream my name.

I smiled now, even thinking about how passionate she was. Like a little firecracker, going off with the slightest bit of heat. I’d lit that fire, made her so fucking hot I’d pretty much been ruined for anyone else. But, the summer had been short and life got in the way. College for both of us. Vet school for me. Law school for Parker. We were driven people, pushing for what we wanted, working hard and getting it. But she was the one who got away. No fucking doubt about it.

But she was back now. One glimpse of her at the ranch the week before had had me itching to see her again, to pick up where we left off all those years ago. Me, balls deep, and this time without any fumbling at all. And she’d meet me halfway, no question about it. I wouldn’t have to coax her legs open. She’d fall back on my bed and spread them wide, eager for a wild ride.

Parker wasn’t a meek little thing. Hell, no. I had to look down to have our eyes meet, but not by much. I wanted a woman who could hold her own, but wanted to submit, to give over her control. Parker was smart as fuck, had a career. Could stand on her own two feet without a man. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to be the one in her life. Or, one of the ones.

Looking back, it was obvious she’d been into every kinky thing we’d tried after high school. But we’d been eighteen. Virgins. We’d known practically nothing, including what kind of sex we liked—other than straight fucking.

Now I liked it hard. Wild. And often. I wanted it with Parker. And hopefully, she’d like it the same way. And with Kemp and Poe. I just had to find out how interested she was in being with three men. Seeing interest—at least in me—plainly on her face was one thing. Having her say the words was another. And crucial.

I loved the feel of her hand on my mouth. Soft, warm. I could smell her clean scent. No perfume for Parker. Just fresh air, sunshine and something perfectly her. I started talking and she pulled her hand away. “You remember my undercarriage, I’m sure. It’s pretty unforgettable.” I patted my chest and grinned. “I grew some since I was eighteen. Everywhere.”

“Oh my god,” she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile because there was the playful Parker I remembered. God, I’d missed her. My dick swelled just having her near. I wanted to get her out of that uniform and naked. Those handcuffs on her waist might come in handy for the things we could do together.

  I didn’t need to go for subtle. No candlelight dinner and sweet seduction. Parker didn’t need it, or, if I knew her as well as I thought I did, want it.

“Remember that time I bent you over the back tailgate of my truck? It was the perfect height for me to fuck you. If I remember correctly, I slid my thumb in your ass.”

Her mouth fell open and I could tell she remembered. Good.

“Are you like this with all your clients?”

“Since you got back to town, pixie?” I asked, looking her over. I was blatant about it, too. I wanted her to know I liked what I saw, that I’d noticed the way she’d filled out even more since eighteen. If she did a thorough pass of me, she’d see just how hard I was for her. “Only you.”

She flushed even more at that, like the young schoolgirl I remembered. She was tall and had curves that went on for miles. She was lush, more than a handful of tits and ass, thick thighs and fuck, I ached to be between them again.

Her straight hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Simple and plain, but it only showed off how beautiful she was. High cheekbones, fair skin that blushed so prettily and full lips I remembered wrapping around my dick.

Her eyes lowered and I said nothing, giving her the opportunity to look me over. I wasn’t small, anywhere. As I’d said, I’d grown everywhere since I was eighteen. I’d been big back then… baby arm big if I remembered her words the first time she’d laid eyes on my dick, but now… I had to tuck it down along the inside of my thigh in order to walk comfortably. And at this moment, it was turning into a lead pipe. When her eyes widened, I grinned. Yeah, she’d seen it.

I put my hand on it, pressed down, hoping to hold off any pre-cum from spurting out. It would all be for Parker and I wasn’t ashamed, but I wanted her to see I had a little more control than I’d had as a teenager.

Although with her, perhaps not so much until I’d had her a few times. Her eyes settled on my left hand.

That’s right, pixie. No wedding ring. I wouldn’t flirt with her—or any woman—if I were taken. Hell, I was taken. By Parker. She just didn’t know it yet.

She licked her lips. “I remember you. How it was. How could I forget? But that was a long time ago. I’m sure you’ve improved your technique a bit. I know I have mine.”

Improved? Probably. Refined, definitely. The idea that she’s been with other guys made me want to track each one of them down and rip their heads off. But I’d had other women, and I never expected her to sit at home and pine for me, her pussy all neglected. But once I got back inside her, those other guys would all be forgotten, that was for fucking sure.

But if she got any better at sex, she’d probably kill me. Her pussy had been magic before. But now… “Oh, pixie, it’s been too long.” My voice went all soft and quiet as I used the old nickname I had for her—she was the farthest thing from a pixie. Our conversation changed from playful banter to something… intimate. Something from so long ago, and yet it was as if a whole decade hadn’t passed.

“There’s a dog sitting on a chair in the waiting area.”

“Holy shit, who’s that?” Parker leaned in and whispered.

I’d seen Kemp before, so I watched Parker, took in her first impression of him. Yeah, I couldn’t miss the interest there. Women practically tossed their panties at Kemp, with his calm demeanor and good looks. He was single, didn’t live with his mother and as a vet, had a solid job. A total catch, but no one had snagged him yet. I was just hoping Parker would.

I glanced his way, saw him scratching his head, clearly amused by the dog. He was as tall as me, but a little leaner. Where I was dark, he was fair with blond, curly hair. He wore his usual black t-shirt and jeans. None of us went for the short, white vet coat.

“The sheriff dropped off our latest patient,” I told him, but I looked back at Parker as I made introductions. “Kemp, meet Parker Drew.”

“The Parker Drew?” he countered, then came down the walk.

“That’s me,” she replied, extending her hand to shake. “Temporary sheriff.”