Chapter Twenty-One
Mack
By some miracle, I didn’t f**k Ash in my truck. I seriously considered it, but there were too many unknown variables. Anywhere we parked along the way home could mean someone we knew driving by. Doing the dirty deed in the truck at the lodge parking lot was a surefire “no” from Ash.
I satisfied the fiery need to touch her by unbuttoning her jeans and sliding my fingers in her panties just so I could make sure she was wet. As if there was any doubt.
“What are you doing?” she whispered for the third time tonight.
“Just wondering if you’re as bad off as me,” I drawled as I put my truck in park behind the main building at the lodge. “Don’t worry. Nobody can see my hands in your pants but you and me.”
She bit her lip and cast me something along the lines of a glare
