Free Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander

he forced his fingers to relax their death grip on them.
    He saw her face through the windshield, laughing at something her friend had said, taking his breath away an instant before she saw him standing beside the truck. Waiting for her.
    John couldn’t deny the satisfaction that coursed through him as he watched her reaction. Her expression sobered and she swallowed hard enough that he could see it, her wide eyes focused on him. As the car came to a stop, her friend had laid a hand on her arm, talking quietly, and when Trudy nodded, Caroline let her go and opened the passenger door.
    John tipped the brim of the old Stetson he’d pulled out of the closet on a whim, the one Trudy used to like to see him in, and the woman smiled in understanding before walking past him without a word.
    “Pizza’s on its way,” he called over his shoulder. “Don’t feed Junior if he gives you any trouble.”
    The woman responded with laughter that faded as she closed the door behind her. John grimaced ruefully. So much for keeping this under wraps. It was obvious she knew as well as Jefferson what he had planned. Probably better, the way women talked.
    Trudy was still in her car, her hands still clutching the steering wheel. He knew exactly what she was going through. The roller coaster. Excitement and impatience, but also hesitation. Would this work? Would their chemistry survive a thorough testing? He was willing to bet everything it would.
    She was made for him. She just didn’t know it yet.
    He walked up to the car and waited for her to roll down the window, bending down and leaning on his folded arms, his face close to hers. “Gonna stay in there all night?”
    “I’m thinking about it.” Her voice sounded breathless, and his cock hardened almost painfully against his jeans in reaction. “The a/c is out of this world.”
    He lowered his gaze to her luscious breasts, noticing her body’s reaction against her thin Kiss T-shirt. “I don’t want you to cool down too much, Trouble,” he murmured. “If you do, you won’t enjoy the water as much.”
    “Wa-water?”
    He met her startled glance and grinned. “I built my place beside the old pond. I know how much you enjoyed sneaking in a swim.”
    She looked away and turned off the car, staring at the steering wheel for a long beat of silence. “Is that where we’re going?”
    Don’t change your mind, Trudy. Don’t run away. He needed to tread carefully. “I thought we’d solidify our negotiations in private. Maybe have some dinner while we come to terms.”
    And once she was there, he would make sure she begged to stay, that she was as ready as he was for what he had planned—or die trying. “Are you ready, Trudy?”
    “Yes,” she answered swiftly, huffing out a breath. “Should we take my car?”
    “No.” This he was sure of. He’d dreamt of her beside him in that old hunk of a truck for years. Of reaching over and dragging her closer, of her head ducking down and her fingertips undoing his jeans for a taste…
    He stifled a groan. “We’re taking Loco.”
    She smiled helplessly at the old truck’s moniker and nodded, allowing him to open the door and reaching for his hand as she stepped out of the small rental. “Is she still as stubborn as ever?”
    “As a mule,” he responded out of habit. “But she’s still one of the only trucks that has enough space to fit me inside.”
    Fuck. Inside her. Trudy. He wanted to find out how he fit inside her more than he wanted his next lungful of air, but he already knew. It would be tight. Tight and hot and fucking blissful.
    He opened the passenger door so forcefully it creaked its displeasure, and Trudy glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
    “I’m hungry,” he answered her unspoken question. And that was the God’s honest truth.
    Trudy climbed up into the cab and he clenched his jaw so tightly it ached, watching the generous curve of her ass lift toward him as if inviting him to touch. To take a