moved her arm and rolled her head to look at him. She gave him a smile. “I forgive you for almost killing that goat.”
He ran a fingertip down her body, from between her breasts to her belly button. Goosebumps broke out and she gave a little shiver.
“If you’re still able to remember anything about that goat, I haven’t quite done my job here.”
“You’re thinking you’re going to make me forget about the whole incident entirely?”
“I really think that might be in my best interest.”
She laughed and turned onto her side to face him. She ran a hand over his shoulder and bear tattoo, tracing some of the ink with her fingertip. “I think you should definitely give it your best shot.”
Then she surprised him yet again, by pushing him onto his back, climbing on top, and getting him all worked up again within minutes of one of the hardest orgasms he’d had in a very long time. This time she got to ride him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, both of them getting their way.
Which was really the very best way to have mind blowing sex.
And as he fell asleep next to her, nearly two hours later, Zeke decided that maybe having his world rocked had been underrated all this time.
Jill left her hot, hunky one-night stand in bed. He didn’t even stir when she slipped out of bed, showered, and got dressed. He slept like the dead. Which was fine. But she did want to have a conversation with him about a possible new friends-with-benefits arrangement here in Autre.
She gave a little shiver of pleasure remembering the night before. It had been a long night but so, so worth it.
Zeke would be perfect for a once-a-month-or-so-scratch-each-other’s-itches setup. Clearly the guy scratched other people’s itches on a pretty regular basis. No one got that good without a lot of practice. But if he’d come over when she needed scratched, she was okay with that. Great even.
Other girls could watch movies with him and have dinner with him and…whatever else he wanted them to do. If he was into those other things. In fact, it would be awesome if he did that stuff with other girls. As long as he’d give her some more of what he’d given her last night.
She even left him a note that read Goats? What goats?
She wasn’t typically super flirty. Or flirty at all really. That just wasn’t her personality. But something about this guy with the Louisiana drawl and hot tattoos, not to mention the little I’m-pretty-adorable-aren’t-I grin and the dirty talk and the way he’d made her body sing, made her feel a little flirty.
Feeling better than she had in weeks, she headed for the penguin habitat that was being built just up the road.
The penguins were due to arrive in three days and it was making her very anxious. She’d hired a couple of the Omaha zookeepers to drive the penguins to her. She was in Autre to make sure the habitat was finished to her standards. The birds needed a place to live when they got here after all. In the ideal world she would be the one driving them down, but it was too long a trip for one person to make by themselves and there was no way to park a trailer full of penguins at a roadside motel halfway between Omaha, Nebraska, and Autre, Louisiana.
So she’d used some of her sixteen million dollars to hire a couple guys she’d worked with for the past two years and knew penguins well to make the trip. She was going to fly the men home so they were only driving one direction. They were leaving the new truck and trailer with her. You never knew when you might need to haul a few penguins somewhere.
She couldn’t believe this was her life and the kinds of things she was thinking about now.
She found the arched sign that read Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild and the road that turned into what Charlie had referred to as the animal park, though Griffin had rolled his eyes when she’d said it. Jill parked her car in the little gravel parking lot just inside the fence line.
Her phone dinged with a text just as she shut off the engine.
She looked down and smiled. It was from her best friend, Evan, back home in Kansas.
Evan: WTH? Have you been eaten by alligators already? Text me.
Jill knew her mother was trying to “be good” and not text Jill but