She rested, his heart beating steadily under her ear. The rhythm reminded her of the horse’s footfalls when Joel led Trigger in easy circles in the arena.

Having that kind of comparison come to mind was pretty amazing.

Something else came to mind. They might have a long time in front of them, but right now, the moments they had before she left were passing far too quickly. “You know, I love the flowers and the carving, but I think you owe me a few other lessons as well… Stuff you missed during our teaching sessions.”

Joel hummed lightly as he stroked her hair, the spring breeze playing over them as they admired the countryside rolled out below them. “What you figure we’re still missing?”

“Well, we ain’t never had sex in the back of your truck, for one—”

“Hell, yeah.” Suddenly, she wasn’t sitting comfortably. Nope, she was in mid-air, her gut landing on his shoulder as Joel shot to his feet.

“Joel,” Vicki gasped as he jogged around the corner toward his truck. She laughed as he jerked down the tailgate then lowered her to the bed. “You goof.”

“Time’s a wasting.” He reached behind her into the truck carry box and yanked out a thick horse blanket. “Strip, darling.”

She did, he did, clothes flying everywhere with the enthusiasm of youth and the ticking of a deadline. He had her calling his name faster than she’d imagined possible, his hands and tongue and cock driving her past the point of no return.

He hung over her, both of them breathing hard, bodies still connected. “That’s a fine lesson. What to do with a naked woman in the back of your pickup.”

Vicki lifted her hand and wiggled her finger in his face. “I’m not naked. Not anymore. Always going to have something on.”

He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, the sound turning into a moan as he latched on below her ear and started all over.

She’d never have to be alone, ever again. Not really. Not when she carried his love inside wherever she went.

“I love you, Joel Coleman.” She whispered the words and the spring air drifted them skyward with the promise of new life and new growth. So many things to look forward to in the future.

But right now? They had each other. They had the moment, and a handful of condoms.

Hell, yeah, life was good.

About the Author

Vivian Arend in one word: Adventurous. In a sentence: Willing to try just about anything once. That wide-eyed attitude has taken her around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water.

Her optimistic outlook also meant that when challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one. Now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.


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