“Whitley?”

I looked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Are you feeling on yourself? Baby, I think you’re trying to put me in the hospital. I’ve been pleasantly surprised at my stamina, but damn, baby.”

“I just…I’ve never had such a need for someone before in my life. Just watching you turns me on and…” I moved my hand faster.

Oh my God, I can’t even believe what I’m doing!

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. The next thing I knew, the covers were off of me, and I felt Layton’s hot breath. One touch of his tongue on my clit, and I lost it. I grabbed the sheets, and all I could do was ride out one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. He slid his fingers into me, and I felt another one coming on just as the first one was ending.

I started to shake my head. “Oh. My. God. I can’t take another one. I can’t!”

He moved his tongue faster and did something with his fingers that just sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips and started calling out his name.

He moved his kisses up my body. When he put his lips to my neck, he whispered, “I love it when you come and hearing you call out my name, Whit.”

I finally came back to Earth and looked into his eyes. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m so embarrassed.” I pulled the pillow over my head.

He laughed and pushed it out of the way. “Whitley, that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen. You can do that anytime you want!”

I felt the heat in my face as he moved the back of his hand down my face.

“Nothing is more beautiful than your face…with that rose color in your cheeks.” He jumped up and adjusted himself. “Now, I’m going out to your car. Behave while I’m gone.” He started to walk off.

I called out, “My clothes are in a pale blue gym bag in the trunk!”

The moment he opened the door, both dogs came running in, and they jumped on the bed before he yelled and told them to follow him.

I laid there for a minute or two before remembering Courtney.

“Fuck!” I jumped up, wrapped the blanket around me, and set out for my phone.

I had twenty-seven missed calls, thirty-two text messages, and five voice mails—all from Court.

Oh shit. I took a deep breath and hit her number.

“Where in the fuck have you been? Do you know how worried I’ve been, you bitch?”

“Lollipop, I’m so sorry!”

“Oh, oh, don’t you even Lollipop my ass. I’ve gone mad, wondering what in the hell happened to you. You better start talking, and you better tell me you got laid, or I’m going to be even more pissed!”

I walked back into Layton’s bedroom and sat down on the bed.

Where in the hell do I start?

“Courtney…”

“Oh. My. God. Is he big?”

“What? That’s really what you’re gonna ask me, Court? If he’s big?”

“Um…hell yeah, that’s my first question. I bet he is. He looks like he is well-off in that area. I mean, from the bulge I’ve seen in his tight-ass Wranglers.”

My mouth dropped open, and I let out a sigh. “Okay, first off, you’re never allowed to look at that again—ever. Off-limits. Second, yeah, he is.”

“Ah hell! I knew it! How many times?”

“Um…I don’t even remember. But I had wall sex…in the shower!”

“You cunt! I hate you.”

“Oh my God, Court! That was so mean. I can’t believe you just called me that.” I giggled.

“Really, Whit? You swear off men, and then you go off and have mad, passionate sex with one of the best-looking guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’m totally hating on you right now. I just want to have sex. I’d take bad sex at this point. Maybe I should ask Reed.”

I lost it and laughed. “Courtney! You’re so mean. Reed is a sweetheart.”

“He’s a pussy. Do you know what I found out this morning? He’s a horticulturist. He screws around with flowers and shit!”

Wow, I didn’t see that one coming.

“See? Even you’re in shock. He should be like a cop or something with that hot body of his. He didn’t take it too lightly this morning when I called him a tree-loving, cultivating-plant pussy.”

My mouth dropped open, and I just sat there. She so liked him. It was unreal.

“We argued for a good twenty minutes about a damn tree. I’ve never in my life had anyone get under my skin as much as he does. But forget about plant-pussy. I want to know everything!”

“Okay, well, he’s an amazing lover, and when I say amazing, I mean ah-may-zing. I’m totally in—”

I glanced up and saw Layton leaning against the doorjamb, smiling at me.

I stopped talking and smiled at him. He was holding my bag, and I looked his body up and down. His hair looked like he’d just had a good fucking. His smile was beyond beautiful, and the look in his eyes was filled with passion.

“You’re totally in, what? Whit? Hello? Holy hell, you can’t just stop mid-sentence like that.”

“Um…” I barely said as I couldn’t pull my eyes from him.

He dropped the bag and walked up to me. I smiled as he knelt down in front of me.

He took the phone out of my hand. “Hey, Court,” he said.

Layton laughed at whatever Courtney had said to him. “Sweetheart, she’s gonna have to call you later.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear, and I could hear Courtney.

“Wait! Layton—”

He hit End and tossed my phone onto the bed. Then, he put his hand behind my neck as he brought my lips to his, and he kissed me so gently and sweetly.

He pulled back slightly and smiled. “I so want to make love to you again, but I think I’ve exhausted my dick.”

I let out a giggle. “I’ve never had so much sex in such a short amount of time in my life.”

“Come on, babe. I want to show you something, and I have your surprise.” He stood and pulled me up with him.

I looked at his massive chest and placed both hands on him as the blanket fell away from me. His body was beyond perfect. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of looking at it.

“Jesus, Whit, I gotta go finish getting dressed.” He looked my body up and down and licked his lips.

I didn’t know what came over me, but I had the intense urge to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. He turned and walked away before I could. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Jesus, Whitley…calm the hell down…you ho!

“Here, babe.”

I opened my eyes to see him holding my bag. I took it, and I gave him a wink. “Give me five minutes.”

He smiled and nodded. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

I turned and took off into his massive bathroom. I looked at the shower and blushed at the intense sex we’d had in there, earlier this morning. I’d never been fucked against a wall, and that was exactly what had happened. He’d made my body feel so alive. It was hotter than hell, and it was something I surely wanted to do again.

It was hard to believe that twenty-four hours ago, I had fought my feelings for him so hard.

No longer. All I wanted to do was be in his arms—forever.

Layton held on to my hand and rubbed it up and down with his thumb, making the butterflies go crazy in my stomach.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He was driving on the road that went through his whole ranch. We had just driven by the main stables, and I was shocked at how massive it was.

He smiled. “To the track.”

“The track?”

He glanced at me and nodded.

“You have a racetrack on your property?”

He laughed. “Yep, it’s a small quarter-mile track that Mike put in about three years ago.”

“Wow.”

How much money did they make off their horses anyway?

“Mike was just like our old man. He knew his horses. Since we were in high school, he made me save every damn dime I’d made, and he would use half of it on the races. He always at least doubled it.”

It’s like he’s reading my mind.

He glanced over and smiled at me. “What made a girl from New York move to the small town of Llano?”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’ve wanted to move to Texas since I was in high school. One day, my dad met this guy at the racetrack, and he talked about his hometown in Texas. My dad instantly connected with him, and needless to say, they became fast friends, especially after my father won over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars on the races just from listening to this guy. Oh man, did he know his racehorses. We saw him a number of times after that, and each time, my dad made a ton of money. Nothing like that first day though!”

I smiled, remembering back to the first time we had met him. Fast-Track Jack was his name. He had the bluest of blue eyes and a dimple on his cheek. I remembered being slightly in awe over how good-looking he was. Even my mother had leaned over to tell me she’d had to fan herself from the heat coming from the guy. I briefly closed my eyes and pictured that day.

Layton laughed. “Damn, sounds like he knew his shit. What town was he from in Texas?”

I snapped my eyes open, and my heart started pounding.

Oh my God. The man I remembered looked exactly like…Layton.

“Um…Llano. He was from Llano.”

I was looking at Layton, and his smile faded. He stopped the truck, put it in park, and looked at me.

“What was his name?”

My chest started moving up and down. “Fast-Track Jack. I mean, his name was Jack, but that’s what the guys at the track called him.”

I watched as all the color drained from Layton’s face.

“Layton…”

He turned and looked straight ahead. We sat there for a good five minutes in silence.

“I know now why he had to leave.”

I shook my head, confused. “Your dad? You know why he left you and Mike?”

He looked back at me and smiled slightly. “He had to leave me in order for you to find me.”

I felt tears building in my eyes. “Oh, Layton.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and crawled over onto his lap. My lips found his, and I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved his hand up my dress.

“Whitley, my father led you to me.” His kisses quickly turned more passionate.

I felt him moving his seat back as I pulled my lips from his.

“Layton…Oh God…Layton,” I whispered.

I watched him unbuckle his pants, and I sat up slightly, so he could pull them down and expose himself to me. I lifted my dress and pushed my panties over, so I could sit down on him.

“Oh. My. God,” I said as I sank down onto him, feeling him fill my body.

I didn’t even want to move. I just wanted to feel him inside me. I was so damn sore from all the sex, but I didn’t care.

“God, Whit…baby, I need you to move.”

I slowly started moving up and down, feeling him go in and out of my body. He pulled down the top of my dress and buried his face into my chest as I threw my head back.