Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(18)

“Lucky guess?” She twisted the top on a bottle of soda. “Or maybe there’s an index card that lists Sundance’s own PBR bull rider Chase McKay’s favorites! on the wall by the hot food section.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“Christ. That’s embarrassing.”

“Where to now?” she asked with a smirk.
“Follow the signs to Devil’s Tower.” They started the twisty ascent out of Sundance. After a few miles they entered a valley and he said, “Turn left and take the road until it stops.”

“This is considered a road?”

“In Wyoming? Yes.”

Once they came around the last bend, Ava said, “Oh wow. Look at that view.”

Devil’s Tower jutted up, the land surrounding it a rainbow palette of red dirt, dark green pine trees, caramel-colored buttes against the backdrop of a cloudless blue sky. “You like?”

“It’s spectacular. I’ll bet most tourists don’t even know this view is here.”

“Some stumble on it. But it’s mostly a local secret.” Chase tossed her a bag of Doritos and a hot dog.
As he slowly unwrapped his food, the familiar scent of spicy chili, creamy cheese, tangy mustard and onion caused a sharp pang, not of hunger, of homesickness. It’d been ages since he’d taken time to stop at the Shell station that’d at one time been a constant in his life.
Ava released a long, deep moan. A moan that sounded like a woman about to come undone by pure pleasure.
Chase shot her a sideways glance. Her beautiful face had a dreamy look best described as post-orgasmic. From sucking on a hot dog?
“That’s the best chili dog I’ve ever eaten.” Ava kept making throaty groans.
His brain overloaded. He imagined dragging her across the console and giving her another reason to moan. Pushing down her sweatpants and pressing her legs wide open. Burying his face between her thighs. Turning her moans into screams of ecstasy as she came against his mouth in a wet rush.
“Chase?”

He jumped at the closeness of her voice in his ear and snapped, “Jesus, what?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh. Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, you’re just squeezing that chili dog so hard I thought the meat might shoot straight out of the bun.”

Dammit. He eyed the balled-up wrapper in her hand. “You finished yours? Already?”

“I was hungry,” she retorted. “And for all your grumbling about being starved, you sure were looking at that hot dog like you wanted to eat something else.”

You have no idea. Chase took a bite and chewed.
“Can we skip the ATV thingy today and check out the countryside?”

“I guess.”

“Good. And will you drive so I can film?”

Thank God. Nothing he hated more than being a captive passenger on a trip without purpose. “Sure. You want me to choose our route?”

When her extraordinary aquamarine eyes lit up, Chase was nearly struck stupid by her beauty.
“That would be awesome! But I need footage of this spot before we go.” She snagged her cameras off the backseat and hopped from the car.
Chase ditched his hoodie and exited the SUV. Slipping on his shades, he parked his backside against the front quarter panel and watched her.
She’d videotape, then grab her camera and click off a few still shots. The elegance of her movements, even simply crouching down in the gravel were naturally graceful. Several strands of glossy brown hair blew around her face, but she didn’t swipe them away. In that moment, Chase wished for a camera to capture the loveliness of Ava’s profile.