Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”
“Tease.

I-I can’t sleep and I was going for a walk when I noticed the truck moving… and then I found you two and, um, I mean—”
Lockland cut him off midsentence with a calm, serious tone. “Jay?”
Jay’s gaze shot up to Lockland’s.
“Spit it out!”
“I was wondering if I could… I-I don’t know… join you?

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”
“You still have my number programed into your phone?

Colt, you’re going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I’ll pay the fines for you.”
“Still don’t need it.”
“Why?” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Because you’re still trying to get into Daddy’s good books?”
“Shut up,” I muttered, blowing my frustrations into another balloon—it grew between my palms. This had nothing to do with my father.
“From what you’ve told me of the guy, he’s a jerking dick, Colt. I don’t know why you’re seeking his approval.

As I stood there, with the two of them staring at me, I suddenly realised that this was more than just a one-night tryst in a hot tub or a drunken fumble with a horny couple, this was the start of something, an adventure. Not just for me, but for the three of us.
We had finally made the jump across a gap that had been holding us back ever since we had met and what boundaries and reservations there had been were now destroyed.

In the morning, as we're enjoying a shower together, Cash asks Mikey how long he's been working here.
"Since I was fourteen."
"How OLD are you now?"
"Eighteen."
"Nice. Are there any other hot guys working here besides you?"
"I'm not a prostitute. I'm a ranch hand."
"Sorry- I didn't mean-"
"It's okay."
As they kiss and make up, I inform Cash that I was Mikey's first.
"Really?" Cash laughed. "You were?"
"Yeah-" Mikey answered. "He was."
"I was his birthday present last month..."
Cash laughed, "How much did that set you back-?