Harley Finley returns to her small hometown for her estranged fathers funeral, with no intention of staying. But life has a funny way of aligning the stars.
Colten Gunn, your typical bad boy with a dark past just enjoying whatever life puts between his legs. Especially when it's a sexy woman.
"Seats taken." Her voice soft and gentle but carried a tone of authority and demand. One I could picture screaming my name in the bar bathroom with a bit of gruff after a few rounds of me fucking her.
I looked to her long leg that still sat on the bar stool in an extended L shape.
My face relaxed as I leaned over that sexy leg, placing my elbows on the counter right beside her.
"By who?"
Her plump pink lips curled slightly upwards, "By the man who buys me a drink." Her manicured nails gripped the sides of her glass as she wagged it in the air before taking the last gulp of her liquid.