Free Trigger Happy (Girls with Guns, #2) by Ashley Bostock

cup her own breasts as his hand found her hips. He helped her rock herself back and forth, making her ride him faster. Her torso came down onto his chest, reveling in the feel of her nipples brushing against his chest. Torturing him, she would lift her bottom and then slide back down his shaft. She repeated her rise and fall on his shaft, pushing faster, harder.
    "If you don't stop doing that, you are going to make me come. Real fast."
    "That’s what I want. I'm not stopping."
    "No, slow down, I want you to get off first."
    "No."
    That was her only response as she continued her sweet assault against his dick. He came quickly and then flipped her on to her back.
    "Now it's my turn to drive you crazy."
    His best bet was to avoid her. That's what he intended to do. He knew she submitted her loan application to Lisa already and would be coming in to the credit union at some point. If he didn't avoid her, he would no doubt end up being an ass to her like he already had been. He really didn't want to cause her any more unnecessary grief. Yup. Avoid her like the plague. Save him and her from any more dirty encounters. Oh but how he liked those dirty encounters. He didn't like hurting her, but he enjoyed seeing the lust rise in her bright blue eyes. She was very easy to read. With the lust in her eyes and the heaving in her chest, he couldn't help but imagine what would await him between her thighs.
    She wore her emotions on her sleeve. He had taken advantage of them that day in his office. Boy did she bring the worst out of him. Not really, he admitted. Really, she brought the best out of him; he transformed it into the worst because he didn't want those types of feelings for her. He didn’t want things going sour like they had with his ex-wife. He didn’t want to let her down like he had his wife.
    This is what Amber did to him. She turned the confident businessman who knew what he was doing into a man who was indecisive. The bottom line was he owed her an apology. He was a grown man, he needed to swallow his pride and apologize for being a dick. No woman, especially her, deserved to be treated that way. Gage released a deep breath. Now, he just needed to work up the nerve to do it.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    F or the next few weeks, life carried on as normal for Amber. Her dancing girls had their routine nailed, although they continued to practice it over and over. The festival began tomorrow. She was currently at home waiting for Marilyn to return her call in regards to whether or not she and Blake needed help setting up their station at the beer garden. After last year’s incident with the theft of Blake's beer truck and it making the evening news, the brewery had gotten that much more busy. He had increased production by doubling the size of his hop garden as well as purchasing four more brewing tanks to speed up beer production. Now, Marilyn tried pitching in when she could and sometimes they called on Amber to help.
    Just in case, she dressed in her denim Rag and Bone cutoff shorts and paired it with her favorite Raquel Allegra long-sleeved top. The weather was beautiful today - in the mid-seventies - and she figured she would be dressed decent enough that she wouldn’t get too hot with all of the unloading and setting up they'd be doing. As she pulled on her Converse shoes, her phone rang. It was Marilyn, just as promised.
    "Hey girl. Still need my help?"
    "Yes. Blake is there now. And as soon as Kay gets here I'm heading over. Can you meet me there? In like twenty or so minutes?"
    "Yes. I will see you there."
    "Okay. Bye."
    "Bye."
    Every time Amber spoke with Marilyn she could hear it in her voice how happy she was. Amber was so happy for her. Before Blake, Marilyn had always seemed to find guys who were emotionally unavailable after the first month or so. Things would be going fine and then slowly but surely they'd find something better to do with their time, especially when they realized she wasn't the girl that was going to