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"No, but a guy whose username is 'Lickemup' made me his favorite, so I've got that going for me. How're things with your hot cowboy?"
"Oh, I can't really say he's mine."
"Really?" Sarah's tone said she didn't believe that for a second. "Because it sure sounds like you're spending an awful lot of time with him."
Colleen leaned against the kitchen counter and twisted a lock of hair around her finger. "I keep telling you, it's nothing serious. We're both on the same page about that."
"Uh-huh. If you say so."
Colleen rolled her eyes. "I do say so. Now don't forget to send me your itinerary. Depending on my schedule, I may be able to pick you up at the airport."
She hung up, and as she showered and got ready for her shift at the hospital, she wondered at the truth of what she'd told Sarah.
For all her assertions that they were keeping things casual, if she was being completely honest with herself, she had to admit that since the night they'd spent at JT's house, the tone of their relationship had shifted.
By tacit agreement, she and JT spent the nights she worked at the ranch at his house, rather than the vacant cabin. They often snuggled on the couch and watched TV or part of a movie before retiring.
Kind of like a real couple. She grimaced at the thought as she pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
Then there was the Fourth of July celebration and fireworks held out at the ranch last week. While she and JT were keeping their relationship very much under wraps, their two families had set up blankets next to one another. During breaks between his hosting duties and making sure the fireworks wouldn't burn the ranch down, JT sat down on the edge of his family's blanket closest to where Colleen sat on hers. As they sipped their beers in the darkness, he scooted his hand across the fabric, stretching his pinky so it brushed against the side of her hand.
They'd even developed their own inside jokes and shorthand the way couples do. Like the way JT could give her a thumbs-up from across the room and have her immediately blushing and turned on in the same moment.
It had started one night when, after enjoying a particularly satisfying orgasm, Colleen had rolled over and told JT, "God I love that thing you do with your thumb."
"Really. What thing would that be?" He was propped up on his elbow, wearing a grin that was equal parts satisfaction and pride.
"You know exactly what I mean." She swatted him playfully on the chest.
"I don't know," he held his thumb out and looked at it. "You need to be specific, so I make sure I do it on the regular."
His blue eyes were glinting as they did when he was teasing her. She decided to give it right back to him.
"It's that thing you do," she licked her lips and traced her fingers down his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed and shifted under her touch. "When you're fucking me really good."
His nostrils flared and his eyebrows shot up. "Go on."
"And then you take your thumb and stroke my clit." She leaned closer and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his chest. "Makes me come every time. Like magic."
"JT and the Magic Thumb. Sounds like the title of a kid's book." He slid his arm around her back and pulled her closer. The head of his thick, hard cock brushed against her belly, proof that her frank talk had turned him on as much as it had her.
"A very inappropriate one," she laughed and squirmed closer.
"I think I may need to practice my technique a little more tonight. You up for it?"
She reached down under the sheets and wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. "I am if you are."
"Definitely no question about that," he said and rolled her to her back.
He'd gotten a lot of practice with the magic thumb since then. And they'd taken to flashing the thumbs-up sign to each other at every opportunity.
So what? Colleen told herself as she finished her makeup and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. All friends had inside jokes. And that's what she and JT were. Good friends. Who also really enjoyed having sex with each other.
Friends who texted each other all throughout the day about how they couldn't wait to see each other that night. Friends who lamented the nights they spent apart.
She managed to shove aside all the thoughts of JT and what their relationship was or wasn't as she went through her shift at the hospital, where she was kept busy with a couple of skin lacerations, a child's bad case of strep, and a woman in her forties with a bowel obstruction.
She returned home after her shift, dead on her feet. The lawn was overgrown, weeds growing tall through the cracks in the walkway that led to the front porch. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and get a quick nap before she headed out to bartend at the ranch, but guilt gnawed at her that she hadn't been around more to help her mother.
