Now, with Katie Andrews—all grown up—sitting between us in my truck, I still had a one-track mind. Her. I looked forward to getting my hands on her perky t**s, too. I'd had a semi ever since they were in my face on the plane.
Just the sight of her as she was lost to her pleasure as she rode Sam's face had me almost coming in my pants. She was gorgeous all relaxed and flushed and while I didn't mind that Sam had made her that way, I wanted to put that look on her face. We should have gone to Sam's place since it was in town. Much closer to the bar. But I wanted her where she could be as loud as she f*****g wanted; I didn't need one of his neighbors calling the police because Katie was a screamer when she came.
Since it was ten miles to the ranch, I needed to keep Katie's mind from turning
