Back In The Saddle: Bachelor Auction - Book 2

he was restrained and couldn’t do anything else.
Shifting, I stripped off my panties, then gripped the headboard to move over his face.
“Will you be able to breathe?” I asked, looking down at him. I wanted to punish him, not suffocate the guy.
Huck’s gaze flicked from my pussy to my face. “Baby girl, it’ll be the best way to go. Now lower down on my face.”
He didn’t say more because I shifted, and even without his hands, he went to town. Licking, flicking, sucking, kissing.
I rolled my hips, using the gorgeous Huck Manning to get off.
Oh. My. God. He was good. This was good. Too good.
It took about sixty seconds to gasp and cling to the headboard as the best orgasm ever washed over me. I wasn’t sure if it showed his skill as a lover or the fact that I’d been so desperate to come.
My nipples were pebbled, my skin slick with sweat. I shifted back, caught my breath as Huck licked his glistening lips.
“Not done,” he said, his voice deep with arousal. “Grab a condom, climb on my dick, and let’s have some fun.”
I blinked. Looked down at Huck. I wanted to have sex with him. Desperately. It would be empty pleasure, though. He’d hurt me long ago. The wound had cut deep, and as I looked down at him, I knew it had never healed. I wasn’t going to do that to myself again.
Revenge was sweet, especially when it came with an orgasm.
I climbed off him, grabbed my panties, and slipped them on. “No, thanks.”
He didn’t say anything, only frowned as he watched me pull my dress back on.
“Baby girl, what’re you doing?”
“What I should have done all those years ago.”
I picked up my purse from the floor, pulled out the piece of paper I’d found earlier, walked over, and slapped it onto his bare chest.
He looked down at it, then at me. “I kinda can’t see what that is.”
“It’s a letter from a lawyer stating that Claire’s not biologically yours,” I explained.
His eyes flared at my words, and the cuffs clanged as he tugged against them. Yeah, he knew what I was talking about, but he hadn’t expected it here and now. Just like that bit of news had been for me earlier when I’d pulled his lawyer’s things from the totaled car.
“Sarah,” he said, the first time he’d used my name tonight.
“You lied to me. For years.” Anger laced my words. “You let me believe you had a baby with another woman.”
“I can explain.” The handcuffs rattled again as he tried to get himself free.
“No need,” I said, holding up my hand. “Fuck you, Huckleberry Manning.” I glanced at his still-hard dick. “Actually, I don’t want to.”
I turned on my heel and walked out of his room. Out of his life once again as I heard him shout my name. This time it was on my terms.

2
HUCK
Twelve hours earlier - Friday morning
“Is what Graham told me true, Lettuce?” I asked, sliding back the curtain around a gurney in the emergency room.
I set my hand on the butt of my gun at my hip as I looked Kale Bradford over. When I’d heard he’d been in an accident, I’d panicked but had been reassured his injuries were minor. So when I came to the ER to check on him, I fucked with him. As usual. I never let him live it down that he’d been named after a leafy green. We’d grown up together, surviving middle school growth spurts and high school fuckups without breaking a sweat. We’d been little assholes who’d grown into bigger assholes before we got our shit together in our early twenties. Kale had gone to law school, and I’d gone into the police academy. Now we enforced the law instead of trying to figure out ways to bend it.
A nurse passed, and I gave her a nod. I was here often enough for work to know most of the staff.
“Completely true. Can’t make this shit up,” he said, grinning as he tried to shift. He was propped up on a gurney in a hospital gown, an IV tube sticking out of his forearm and leading to a bag hung on a hook beside his head. His hairy lower legs and bare feet hung off the edge. His arm was in a sling, and there was a bandage on his forehead.
“A cow?” I asked, slowly shaking my head. “How is it possible you didn’t avoid a cow in the middle of the road?”
He frowned, then winced again. “Fucker, . I avoided the fucking cow. That’s why I’m here. He was in the middle of the curve on Old Thompkins Road. Since the curve was occupied, I went straight.”
“Heard your truck’s totaled.”
He rolled his eyes. “Better the truck than me.”
I’d had enough death in my life. I saw it often on the job, unfortunately. I didn’t need my friend to bite it, especially because of a fucking cow. “Damn straight. Probably one of the Zinke’s animals. The land to the north is all alfalfa.”
I’d grown up here, knew what was going on in and around town.
“These drugs are good,” he murmured, his eyes closing.
“They keeping you overnight?” He didn’t look too banged up, but what did I know?
“A couple of hours. The hot nurse with the pink scrubs said they’re not giving me any more of the pain meds through the IV.” His eyes opened, and he tapped the tube that led to the bag. “I fucking have to piss.”
I went over, took his arm, and helped him stand. He gripped the IV pole, and we walked to the bathroom, his ass hanging out. “Please tell me you can take a leak on your own.”
He looked to me, his dark eyes, blurry from the pain meds, narrowed. “If I want someone to hold my dick for me, it’ll be the nurse in pink.”
I held up my hands to tell him I was backing off, then leaned