I arch an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "What's that, beautiful?" I reply, unable to resist the challenge in her voice. "I want you to fuck me harder," she says, and then leans back against the headboard with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "See if you can push me over the edge again."

My cock twitches at her words, growing impossibly harder inside her as I pull out slowly.

"You're a dangerous woman, Isabella," I growl, positioning myself between her legs once more. "But that only makes me want you more." I thrust into her with renewed vigor, determined to make her moan and beg for me again.

She meets my thrusts easily, her hips rising off the bed to meet mine as she tries to take me deeper. Her nails scrape across my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Ace," she gasps, "fuck..."

Outside, the cool night air wraps around us as we make our way towards our truck. Arlo grins at me. "You're gonna have to do better than that next time," he teases. "She's hot but she seems like trouble."

Carson just chuckles. "Don't worry about it, man," he reassures me. "There are plenty of fish in the sea."

Arlo claps me on the back as we all climb into his truck. "Alright, let's head back to the ranch and unwind," he suggests. Carson and I both nod in agreement, our minds already drifting to other thoughts as we pull away from the curb. The memory of Ana lingers, though, like an itch I can't scratch.

As we drive, I can't help but wonder what kind of life she leads behind those intense green eyes. It's a mystery I intend to unravel.