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no surprise since our families’ friends would never stray from one camp to the other. Guest lists for parties were carefully scrutinized and scrubbed.
    He stepped down to the dirt and strode toward me. “How long you plannin’ on keepin’ us a secret?”
    I glanced upward, pretending to think about it. The question was all I’d thought about after leaving him at the motel. The sex had been great. He’d been great. His call minutes after I’d left had made me smile inside because I knew he was caught—just like I was.
    “Wanna run away?” I asked, wrinkling my nose, only half joking.
    His head dipped, his cowboy hat hiding his expression, but then he looked up at me. “I don’t want to run. And I won’t hide.”
    Secretly glad he felt the same way, I nodded and gave him a smile. “I don’t go by Carly by the way,” I said. “It’s my middle name.”
    “I know.” His smile was crooked as his hands caught the edge of the porch roof. “I looked you up on Facebook, Elizabeth.”
    I admired the way his plaid shirt with its snap buttons stretched across his broad torso. “Just Beth,” I said, feeling breathless.
    His gaze narrowed on my face. “Just Beth, now was that so hard?”
    I groaned. “Makes it real. When I’m Carly and you’re Cowboy, we’re just two people…”
    “…Fallin’ in love?”
    My breath hitched and tears stung my eyes. “Crazy, huh?”
    He dropped his arms and closed the distance between us to scoop me up against his chest. With an inch between our mouths, nothing about this seemed crazy or wrong. “Guess we’re done talkin’.”
    A smile stretched my mouth. “Don’t have a neighbor for miles.”
    His eyebrows waggled. “Guess we’re gonna do it on the porch.”
    “Put me down.”
    We both stripped in under a minute and gazed at each other’s bodies in the sunlight. I hadn’t been dreaming, hadn’t exaggerated a thing in my mind. He was just as ruggedly masculine, just as rough around the edges. My nipples prickled, my heartbeat thudded.
    His hand wrapped around his cock and gave it a slow pump. “Pardon my lack of manners, ma’am, but this has to be quick.”
    “No complaints from me,” I murmured, then turned and faced outward, my gaze taking in the cedar and oaks dotting the hillside below me, the bright cloudless blue sky above. I gripped the porch rail and bent over it.
    While fingers stroked my sex and swirled inside it, juicing me up, I let my mind wander. This wasn’t a passing fling. We couldn’t stop wanting each other if we tried. I was glad that our first attraction hadn’t been tainted by thoughts of the obstacles we faced. Our families would just have to deal.
    His fingers withdrew, then slid around my torso to cup my breasts. He gave them firm squeezes while he shuffled his feet apart, scraping them on the boards while his cock slid lower. When he was just the right height behind me, his cock snug against my entrance, he smoothed his hands to the notches of my hips. “It’s gonna get rough.”
    “God, I hope so,” I said, moaning when he nudged me there. I’d missed the feel of that fat blunt knob. “Fuck me, cowboy.”
    He obliged, driving deep in a single, steady thrust. When he was as deep as I could take, he groaned and hugged my waist, bending over me to rest his head in the corner of my neck. “I thought maybe I’d dreamed how good this felt.”
    “It’s no dream,” I said, lifting a hand to touch his cheek. “It’s just us.”
    “I’m not letting you go.”
    “Fine with me, but you better start moving.” I squeezed my pussy around him, drawing inward as hard as I could before relaxing.
    “Don’t do that again,” he said, giving a raspy hiss when I did.
    “Shouldn’t have dared me.” I couldn’t help smiling.
    “There I was, thinking I’d go slow and easy. Make it good for you.”
    “Baby, it already is. Fuck me, Dalton. Don’t worry. I’m already there.”
    He straightened, gripped my hips again and began to