A light red painted her cheeks and he grinned, loving how damn cute she looked when she got flustered or embarrassed.Watch it. This is just casual, remember?
“Why aren’t you still in Pinewood Springs?” she asked.
“Some shit went down and I decided to go nomad. Been on my own for about six years now, doing my own thing, and occasionally going back if my MC needs me.”
“Sounds lonely,” she sympathized gently, but with less pity than he expected, which was a nice touch.
“It is what it is.” Flux stretched out his legs as best he could in the cramped quarters.
“How old are you?”
“Too old for you.”
“I don’t think so. I’d say you’re around thirty-one or two.”
“Thirty—like I said, too old.”
“How old do you think I am?”
“You look around twenty-two.”
“I’m twenty-five, so you’re not too old for me.” She chuckled and glanced at him. “Your name is unusual. Did your parents give it to you or did you change it?”
“You like asking questions, Duchess.” He tipped his head out the window and let the air blow through his hair.
“And you hate answering them.”
He pulled back into the cab. “My parents named me Jared—my last name is Hughes. Flux is my road name. The brothers gave it to me because I was a rodeo kid turned biker. I traded in my horse for a motorcycle. The first year I prospected I went through a lot of bikes until I found the one that spoke to me.”
“The name fits your lifestyle. I mean you’re constantly moving from town to town and job to job.” Maggie drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as they waited for the light to change to green. “Do you miss living in Pinewood Springs?”
“Yeah … sometimes.” Flux pulled at the seatbelt. “And I suck at poker.” He tacked on as an afterthought, hoping she wouldn’t dig too deeply into thewheres and whysof him leaving behind his brothers at the clubhouse.
“I’ll be sure to add strip poker into our next night together, then.”
The quip was light and he snorted from the cockiness. He clamped his mouth shut and tried to keep any snide comments to a minimum as they pulled into the parking lot.
“Seriously? You’re not going to say anything? That was a gimme, Flux.”
Maggie parked the truck and stuck the keys in her pocket, lifting her hips off the seat. The small movement had him eyeing her up and down from those tits that he’d sucked and kneaded, to the hips that he’d kissed and licked, to her ass that he’d squeezed and bit most of the night before. He held back a groan.
“Really? You’re not going to say anything now? Are you back to not talking?” Maggie huffed and frowned looking at the front door of the Happy Rooster Diner.
“Fine. Would it make you feel better, Duchess, if I told you that I regret giving you the choice to pick our spot for lunch?”
“Why?”
He shook his head.This woman really has no damn idea. She just doesn’t fuckin’ get it.Maybe he would need to fix that. Without missing a beat, Flux leaned over the console until his lips were at her ear.
“Because I can’t get the idea of eating your sweet pussy out of my head … seeing all the clever ways I could make you scream my name. It seems like a helluva better use of time than sitting at a diner with slightly cold, soggy food and forced to act all polite.”
Flux watched as Maggie tensed and shuddered, her lids fluttering as she inhaled. He pulled back and as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparked a flame that burned right down to his crotch.A job well done.He did a mental pat on the back, then placed his index finger under her chin, tipped her head back, and stole a kiss that left her gasping.
Flux’s other fingers wound through her gorgeous hair, with all of its thick softness he loved, anchoring her to him as he took her mouth the way he’d been thinking of doing since waking up that morning. Part of his hightailing it out of the room had been because he’d watched her lying there like some kind of goddess, and he knew if he hadn’t left, they’d still be fucking up a storm in his bed.
Flux made sure to put everything he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say into the kiss as he claimed her mouth with enough ferocity that he was shocked they didn’t both burn up in the truck. Maggie’s small, deft fingers clung to him, little moans leaking from her lips as he teased them with his tongue before thrusting forward and taking what he thought of as his. When he pulled back, she was flushed and panting, her fingers still wrapped up in his black T-shirt.
“Well, at least we know we dothatwell,” Maggie spoke through choppy breaths. She opened the cab door and a blast of heat slammed into them. Then, he watched as Maggie strode across the lot, her sexy round ass wiggling with each step.