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  A Long & Lusty Road

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  Gina Blake

  Good Girls Do Book Two

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  A Long & Lusty Road

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Gina Blake

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  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1875-2

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  A Long & Lusty Road

  Hell, doesn’t this diner have any air conditioning?

  Ethan King rubbed a hand over his sweat-beaded brow. All that did was remind him that his headache was getting worse, and to top it all off, he was going to be late for his meeting. His appointment with the ax man. Putting it bluntly, he was probably going to get fired.

  His gut churned. What a helluva day this threatened to be.

  But as hot and sticky as he was, and as late as he expected to be, this diner felt like the last link to the world he knew.

  Basically, he felt like crap. The chick he’d dated last night turned out to be a complete waste of time. She kept telling him to keep his hands to himself every time he tried to grope her tits. Told him to stop breathing in her ear. And worst of all, he’d had to keep his dick in his pants because she didn’t want to fuck. Hell, he’d been so damned horny. Still was, which didn’t help his mood.

  When he finally got home after the disaster of a date, he found a message on his answer phone saying he had to be at the office the next day to meet the new boss. What was his name? Carter? That was it. Charles Carter. The message of doom drove all thoughts of his disastrous sex life out of his mind.

  New boss. He rubbed his hand over his face. Hell. Since new brooms were notorious for clean sweeps and since his sales had dropped way below average in the past three months, he could only guess what the new boss would say to him.

  Now, here he was sitting in a frickin’ hot diner, nursing a cup of stewed coffee, while he tried to think of excuses why his sales had dropped off. The worst of it was, he had no idea why. And he had to drive for almost a frickin’ hour along that frickin’ hot and dusty road ahead of him to get to the office.

  “You okay today, Mac?” the waitress asked. Briefly, he thought—hoped—she was coming on to him and they could slip out to his car for a quickie until he realized she was this friendly to everyone and called them all Mac.

  Of course, she did. It’s her job to be friendly, bloody idiot. “No, but thanks for asking. This is probably turning into the worst day of my life.”

  Hah! She wasn’t even listening.

  So he’d sit here and watch the luscious redhead in the corner pretty herself up while he plucked up the courage to get back in the car and drive along that road to meet his fate.

  He’d noticed her the moment he sat down. He’d just tossed his money on the counter when he noticed her by the window wearing a sexy red dress hitched up over her knees.

  Bet she wouldn’t tell a horny guy to keep his hands to himself.

  Great legs, too. He couldn’t help but notice them when she stood. She tossed her mane of dark shiny hair off her face and sauntered past him, nose in the air, heading toward the ladies’ room. He caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked by. Hmm. Expensive. Probably on the game.

  Last night’s unsatisfied dick twitched.

  Maybe he should move in on her. Nah. He really couldn’t be bothered going through all the preliminaries. He just wanted to fuck and move on.

  A few moments later, the dark-haired beauty came out of the ladies’ room and headed toward the exit. Great looking ass. He fancied she’d shot him a brief glance under her lashes when she stopped by the door. Nah. Probably his imagination working overtime after last night, especially since she pushed the door open and walked out of the diner.

  What wouldn’t he give for a woman right now? He really needed some steamy sex, hot and heavy, with a babe just like her. Just the thought of getting down and dirty made his dick thicken inside his pants. Hell, he’d have to stop somewhere along that dusty road and jerk off for some instant relief. Better than nothing.

  He let the fantasy of hot, hard sex with the babe in the red dress play in his mind for a short time, then wished he hadn’t. He had to will his erection into submission while he finished his coffee. Finally, he succeeded enough so that no one would notice. It wouldn’t do to embarrass himself as he walked out of here. He wouldn’t want anyone to notice the size of his hard-on.

  Once outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air, located his car, adjusted his swollen crotch, and got in. With a sigh of resignation, he turned the car back onto the road and headed off to face the music.

  A few minutes later, he saw the babe from the diner again. He recognized her by the red dress and the color of her hair. She was some way along the road and sitting on the fence. As he drove closer, she jumped down and hitched her thumb.

  “Here he comes.” Charlotte smiled and lifted her skirt higher up her leg as the car approached.

  She’d wondered how far she would walk before he came along. Several cars had honked at her as they sped by. Two had offered her a lift, but they weren’t the one she was waiting for. She had her sights set on the well-hung dude in the diner. From the way he was surreptitiously rubbing the bulge between his legs, she knew he was in trouble.

  Just what she wanted, what she needed today. A man who so obviously enjoyed sex that he would rub his crotch in a crowded diner was the kind of guy she’d been looking for. Maybe he didn’t get any last night. She smiled. He would probably be desperate for it. As was she.

  She really needed some good, hard sex today. It had been a while.

  He slowed down and pulled over. “Hop in.”

  “Thanks.” She opened the door of the open topped car, got in, and wriggled her backside on the passenger seat to get comfortable.

  “Where are you going?” he asked. His gaze scanning her entire body made tingles of awareness scoot up her spine.

  She turned to smile at him. “All the way. You?”

  He frowned and set the car in motion. “The next town. Going to a meeting.”

  “Important meeting?”

  “No, not very. Probably going to lose my job.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Oh.”

  He opened up. “Don’t want to bore you with it. This is a company car. I’m not supposed to give rides to hitchhikers but fuck it.”

  “Rules are rules, I guess.” She shot him a sideways glance. “So why did you stop?”

  He laughed on his breath. “Damn the company rules. If I want to give a ride to a great looking chick, I’ll damned well give her one. Might as well get hanged for a sheep as a lamb.”

  He sounded angry. Time for some femi
nine soothing. “Might not be as bad as you think.” She ran her hands through her thick hair, letting the wind whip it up behind her. Opening her legs, she stretched and settled the full, but short, skirt around her thighs. “Mmm. It’s hot.”

  She could see he was having trouble stopping his eyes from glancing sideways at her legs. “Sure is.”

  Somehow, she doubted they were talking about the same thing.

  A bus whizzed past, traveling in the opposite direction. The breeze from it lifted her skirt a little way into the air.

  She caught the sideways glance from the corner of his eye. The dress had landed higher up her thighs, but she made no attempt to pull it back down. Instead, she spread her legs a little wider. “Ah, that’s better. Cooler.”

  He smiled.

  So did she. Ah, he was enjoying the view. He shot her another quick sideways glance. Yes, definitely liked what he saw. Surreptitiously, she hitched the dress higher.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he suddenly blurted out.

  The question took Charlotte by surprise, but she laughed with just a touch of sultry purr. “No.” After a slight pause, she added, “Does that bother you?”

  “Fine by me. None of my business if a woman wears panties or not.” The leather of his seat creaked as he shifted his ass.

  Yes, he was definitely in trouble.

  Happy she had read his situation right, she opened her legs a little wider. From the corner of her eye, she saw him glance across again—and she knew. He was ready to accept her open invitation.

  He put his hand on her leg.

  Keeping his eyes on the road, he nonchalantly reached his hand a little higher up her leg, just above the knee. She smiled at him when one finger gently moved over the soft skin of her thigh.

  “It’s okay.” She winked. “It’s only dogs that bite.”

  He almost skidded off the road but recovered quickly. “And pussies don’t?”

  “Stroke her and find out.” So glad this works.

  Charlotte had learned a lot from her boss, Victoria Greenwood, about men and sex. There had been nothing wrong with her sex life, but it was never enough. So one night a couple of weeks ago, they had been working late, and Victoria stopped to talk. What transpired from that meeting had been a revelation.

  She couldn’t remember exactly how they got onto the subject, but suddenly, seamlessly, they were talking about sex and Victoria had opened up about her sex life. She had come a long way from the dowdy little mouse Charlotte had met in the library. One thing led to another, and right out of the blue, Victoria offered her the job of taking over the blue movie studio now that it was running smoothly. Charlotte had leaped at the chance, especially when she’d been told, with a wink, that she could personally audition any men she saw fit. And she had.

  Her companion moistened dry lips. “I’d have to stop the car.”

  “You can pull in over here.” She indicated a lay-by just ahead.

  ****

  The jackhammer in his chest pounded double time. His dick thickened. His mouth all but dried up completely. Not one to disappoint a lady so obviously panting for it, he pulled over to the side of the road and switched off the engine. Inside his dark blue pants, his dick strained so hard he thought it might burst through the zipper. “Hell, I hope you’re not a prick tease.”

  “Do I look like I am?”

  He leaned across and placed his hand on her leg again, sliding it inside her dress, higher up her thigh. He was more than ready to give her the thrill she was asking for. Give himself the sexual relief he needed.

  All thought of work forgotten, he inched his hand higher. She smiled, and with one final push, he shoved his hand under her skirt, to smooth it over the crease of her thigh.

  “You okay with this?”

  “I’ll let you know when I’m not.” Her sultry voice was a balm to his screaming nerves.

  “I thought I’d better ask before you scream rape and call the cops.” His own voice sounded low, husky.

  “No cops for miles,” she assured him with a lazy drawl. “And do I look like I’m about to scream anything?”

  His fingers itched to touch her clit. Stroke it. Make it hum.

  One finger stretched across until he found it. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the headrest. “Mmm. Pussy likes to be stroked.”

  His heart beat double time when he saw the smile on her face. Cupping her naked clit, he sucked a breath in through his teeth.

  She drew in a contented breath. “And you have a very nice touch.”

  “Does it have many friends?”

  “One or two.”

  Hell, he was feeling better already. His fingers played over her clit while he ventured some dirty talk guaranteed to excite his libido. “You’re soaking wet.”

  “That’s because I like what you’re doing.” She was practically purring.

  So, she liked talking dirty, too. He moaned and moved his fingers back and forth. “Oh, hell, I needed this.”

  “Need? How long since you got laid?”

  He couldn’t stop a groan escaping. “Too damned long.”

  She ran her hand through his hair. “That’s very sad. Maybe we can put things to rights.”

  He thought his chest would burst, his heart beat thirteen to the dozen. “You mean we’re going to—fuck?”

  “You want to, don’t you?”

  He wasn’t sure he was breathing. “Oh, sweetheart. If you knew how horny I am.”

  “But I do know how horny you are. I was watching you in the diner, remember? You thought no one could see you, but I know what to look for. Know the signs.”

  His body came alive. Every nerve ending tingled. His dick pushed the limits of his fly. Until he remembered the reason for his journey. He stilled his hand. “I still have a meeting to get to.”

  “Don’t worry about the meeting. Would you rather get fired or get fucked?”

  He laughed. “Put like that… If I’m going to get fired anyway, what the hell.” Her clit was so moist, so warm, so welcoming. “I’ll take whatever you’re prepared to offer, darlin’.”

  She hitched her skirt a little higher so her pussy was in full view. “Is that what you wanted?”

  “How far do you want me to go?” He moistened his lips in anticipation. “Tell me what you like, and I’ll do it.”

  She gave him a sexy smile. “What would you usually do?”

  “Give the lady an orgasm.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. I like a little hand play.” She laughed seductively and opened her legs wider.

  He turned his body side-on to give himself easier access.

  She closed her eyes and moaned with ecstasy. “And is your pleasuring me pleasuring you?”

  He could barely breathe. “More than you can ever know. I almost got laid last night, but…”

  “Almost? What happened?”

  “I lucked out.”

  “So you’re still good and horny, right?”

  “You guessed it.” He took a deep breath. Time to take the dirty talk where he wanted it to go. He was enjoying the swollen heat inside his pants. “When I saw you in that diner, I wanted to shove my hand between your legs then. No, that’s not quite true. I wanted to shove my dick between your legs and have hot, heavy, mind-blowing sex.”

  She laughed. “Your luck just changed, sweetie.”

  “Oh, God.” He groaned and pressed her clit harder, speeding up his action, rubbing his fingers hard and fast.

  She moistened her lips. “Oh, you…are… fantastic. Fantastic!” She opened her legs as wide as she could. Her breathing deepened. She tensed, then relaxed, coming with a shudder that wracked her whole body. “Ohh, that was terrific.”

  “Glad I could be of service.” His breathing eased even though he was still rubbing her with a play of all his fingers. Hell, he didn’t want to stop.

  “I’m surprised women aren’t beating a path to your door. You’re a very exciting man.” She twisted her hips toward h
im, easing one leg over the column shift to give him easier access. “I’d very much like it if you’d do that again, sweetie.”

  She was breathing heavy. Well, if she didn’t mind, it sure as hell didn’t bother him. He obliged her again. The more she moaned, the faster and harder he caressed, shoving his fingers inside her, emulating sex until she was ready to come again.

  “Yes, oh yes. That hit the spot.”

  Her whole body seemed to turn orgasmic. She shuddered, then collapsed back on to the seat as he finally brought her to a long, quivering climax. Her head fell back as she let go a moan of pure pleasure. “Ohh,” she groaned. “That must be the longest orgasm I ever had.”

  Pleased with himself, Ethan smiled. He’d been a clever boy, and this day was turning out better than he could have imagined. And now it was his turn for some sexual pleasure. “Do I get my reward now?”

  “Sure thing. I’ve made you wait long enough. Your hard-on was difficult to miss.”

  “Wish I’d known you were looking at my dick. I wouldn’t have tried to hide it.”

  She placed a kiss on his lips.

  “So, what else did you notice about me?”

  “You looked tired, strained, defeated. And I thought, ‘there’s a man in need of some real feminine loving’.” She smiled right at him. “So I went to the powder room, ditched my panties, and waited for you on the fence.”

  This was intriguing. And perplexing. “How’d you know which way I was headed?”

  “I saw you arrive so I knew which way you were headed.”

  “How many guys have you been with like this?” What did it matter to him? It was his turn today, and he intended to make the most of her.

  “Not as many as you’d think. If I like the look of a guy, I check him out closer. If I still like the look of him, I offer an invitation. If he takes it up, we’re on.”

  “And if you don’t like them up close?”

  “My legs stay tight shut.”

  “My lucky day then.” He moistened his dry lips. All this talk of sex was driving him nuts. Time he got his reward. He opened his legs. “My dick’s rock-hard.”

  She leaned across and trailed her fingers over his erection. “I can see that.”