I shut the door, my lips stretched in a grin as I round the hood to the driver’s side.
Nicole comes hurrying out of the store and almost collides with an old man and his walker when she sees me. She jerks in the other direction and hurries off like nothing happened.
What the pharmacy tech said to her comes rolling back through my brain. Pseudoephedrine is used to make meth.
My smile dies away.
Nicole’s one of the hardest-working people I know. Always hustling to make extra money because she wants to buy the bowling alley, and everyone knows it.
You can sell a box of over-the-counter drugs with pseudoephedrine in it for good money, from what I’ve heard around town.
I don’t like how things are adding up, especially because I can’t think of another reason she’d be maxed out on her limit and trying to buy it three towns away from Gold Haven. Jeff barely escaped from that overdose with his life, and now he’s in the county jail awaiting trial because he pled not guilty to distribution, even though the cops found a bunch of shit in his car.
I decide not to say anything to Banner right now. She doesn’t have any need to know.
When I climb into my truck and her smile is still intact, I know I’m making the right choice. There’s a whole hell of a lot I’d do to keep that shine in her eyes and that laughter on her lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Banner. But when you laugh, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She quiets, and the smile on her lips fades a few degrees. “You’re just saying that because I’ve got ice cream, and you get to put it in my butt later.”
I shake my head. “No. That’s not it. You’re a damn good woman, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna wreck me for anyone else.”
I expect another flippant response, but instead she leans toward me and whispers, “You’ve already ruined me for other men, so I guess that makes us even.”
Right there, in the parking lot of CVS, over ice cream, Doritos, and lube, I realize the truth. I’m in love with her, and I’m totally and completely fucked.
Chapter 41
Banner
The remains of our binge litter the top of the bar. A carton of ice cream, an empty wine bottle, a crumpled bag of Doritos, six empty beers, and an open bottle of lube.
My ass is planted on the counter and my legs are over Logan’s shoulders while he proves once again that he does his best work when his hands are involved.
I scream out my orgasm as his fingertips circle the sensitive area just south of my pussy.
“I could tease your ass forever. I can’t believe you’re finally going to take me here.” His words are vibrations against my clit, already rousing the possibility of climax number two.
“If that big cock of yours will even fit.”
His finger breaches the muscle and I shiver at the sensation. It’s been a while for me, and for some reason, every time feels like the first time when it comes to the back door.
“Your tight little ass is going to be sore tomorrow if I get to fuck you the way I need it.”
I don’t even care. “You better give me everything you’ve got.”
“Every goddamned inch, baby.”
His finger slides in and out, and I arch up to rub my clit against his lips.
Until my phone rings and Logan stops.
“No—”
“Okay.”
He keeps going as the ring tone dies away, only to freeze again when it starts back up.