Tawny stood in front of the full-length mirror, her heart racing with anticipation. The sexy cowgirl costume she had ordered weeks ago hugged her curves perfectly, the tight denim shorts showcasing her long, toned legs, and the cropped plaid shirt barely containing her perky breasts. She twirled, watching the fringe on the sleeves and hem sway with her movements. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she co...

Tawny’s heart pounded as she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling just enough to make the lock seem like a puzzle. The house was dark, quiet—exactly how she’d left it that morning. Perfect. She slipped inside, her breath catching when she heard the low rumble of Scott’s voice in the kitchen. “Hey, babe,” he called out, his tone warm and gravelly, the kind that made her stomach flip. “Thought you’d never get here.” S...

“You’re finally here,” I said excitedly as I threw my arms around Scott ,49, inhaling his cologne. “It’s good to see you too, Tawny,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. I could feel his stubble against my cheek, and I shivered with anticipation. We had been talking for months, ever since we met on that online forum for long-haul truckers. I was from Minnesota, and he was from Pittsburgh, but we had finally found a wa...