After the rather quick ceremony, Calvin and Trixie's guests are on their way over to the park for the reception. It's a potluck-turned-cookout instead of an actual party.

A true podunk, backwoods, trailer trash party.

Lottie had to stop back at the trailer to get the pork ready for the feast about to happen so she's all alone.

Almost alone.

The flimsy door opens and clatters shut. She doesn't turn around and continues shredding the pork. "Lottie?" Her hands stop at that voice.

That damn voice.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she turns on her sandal clad heel and she's met with deep brown eyes looking back at her baby blues. "Hoss, hey." She wipes her hands off with a nearby dish towel.

"You look beautiful." He says in that smooth voice of his and blush hints on her cheeks.

"Thank y..." She trails off as she looks him over. He's wearing a blue flannel tucked into belted, ass hugging Wranglers with his boots on his feet and cream colored cowboy hat on his head. Her eyes drop to his neck; he's wearing a cross necklace and has his flannel unbuttoned twice with a white t-shirt peeking out.

Her body heats up and butterflies erupt in her belly but she immediately pushes those thoughts and feelings away.

"What're you doin' here? Shouldn't you be down at the, uh, park?" She asks, turning back to the counter to finish shredding the pork.

"I missed you." He says, taking a few steps closer. Lottie can smell that cologne she loves so much mixed with the mint dip in his mouth and she bites her lip. "How've you been?" He asks, playing with the end of the nice braid she threw her hair into for the wedding.

"Hoss, don't do this now."

"Do what?" He asks, standing right behind her with his rough hands on her hips, brushing up the hem of her dress teasingly. She can feel her insanely tense body shift back against his strong chest, her eyes fluttering closed when she feels his steady breath fan across her bare shoulder.

"Hoss..." His hands graze her sides to her waist before he slowly spins her around. Her baby blues flutter open and bounce between his lips and those deep, heart-melting brown eyes looking back at her.

She can't help herself.

Lottie suddenly wraps an arm around his shoulders as she kisses him hard, lifting herself to sit on the counter, knocking a few things over. She pulls her skirt up while he unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans down a little. Hoss smirks against her lips, wrapping her legs around his waist so he can start pushing into her. He lifts her up and carries her back to her bedroom where so much young love was made.

+++

It's a quiet ride home. Lottie's gone quiet so naturally Riley matches her energy.

He coaxes her clenched fist open, slips his hand into her grasp then rubs the back of her hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She nods. "Sorry I pulled you away from the party."

"Oh, c'mon now, don't feel bad. I told you we'd leave when you wanted to." He smiles.

"I just didn't want to see my family more than I had to." She shrugs. "I'm not ready for that yet."

"No one's sayin' you gotta be."

Lottie's amazed at how easily and effortlessly Riley can make her feel safe and calm with in seconds.

"Here we are." He says, pulling into their gravel drive.

"Okay, Riley Green," Lottie says, unbuckling. "Where's my burger and alcohol and shitty movie?"

He laughs as he grabs their stuff from the bed of his truck. "Gimme a few minutes and I'll get it set up." He nods to the door and she unlocks it.

Lottie yawns, kicking her boots off before dropping herself on the couch. "Thanks for goin' with me." She mumbles.

"Of course." He responds from the kitchen, getting her the cheap alcohol he promised her. "You hungry now?"

"Not really." She sighs, pulling the plaid blanket over her lap. "Come here." She practically whines, patting the empty space next to her.

He smiles, setting a couple Busches on the coffee table before handing her a drink. She leans against his side. He drapes his arm around her, crossing his feet on the coffee table. She quietly gulps down her much needed drink rather quickly, the shitty but strong vodka in her screwdriver hitting her almost instantly.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" She asks, looking up at him.

"Anything."

"What do you think about bein' friends with... y'know... benefits?"

Riley pulls back slightly to look down at her. "What?"

The alcohol in her system is helping her be bold. "Friends with benefits."

"Like... us sleeping together?"

"I dunno..." Her eyes drop to his lips. "Maybe." She looks away. "I mean, you're a handsome guy and all."

"Thanks." He chuckles. "Is that somethin' you think about?"

"Sex or you and me doin' it?" She asks.

Riley rests his arm on the couch behind her head, a small smirk on his face. He can't believe she feels the same way he does. "Us."

"Not until that one night." She sighs. "But since then a lot." She sets her drink on the coffee table then slides herself onto his lap, straddling his thighs, her hands resting on his shoulders. Riley's lips tug at a smile as his hands go to her fleshy hips and thighs.

"Are you sure it's not the alcohol talkin'?" He asks, amused.

"Oh yeah, for sure but that don't mean I don't want you." She pulls a face. "I think that's right."

Her thin fingers start unbuttoning his denim button up. His hands slip under her shirt slightly. She leans down and kisses him.

He kisses her back.

Riley wraps an arm around her waist and lays her back on the couch, their lips never separating. He pushes her shirt up then she pulls it off.

"Y'know, this tattoo," Riley brushes his thumb across the ink that's next to her breast.

"Mhm?"

"It's sexy." He breathes against her neck and she lets out a sultry laugh. "You're so beautiful."

Lottie bites her lip and smiles. "You just gonna gawk at me or are you gonna fuck me?"

+++

Lottie just had her world rocked.

She can see what the other girls Riley's slept with were so loudly agreeing to. He sounded like he never disappoints and he didn't.

She's laying naked next to an equally nude Riley, both trying to catch their breath. "Woah." She pants then chuckles. "Woah."

"You okay?" He breathes back, wiping his sweaty face off with his shoulder and bicep.

"You gotta shave that mustache."

Riley laughs and pokes her sides. "I thought you liked it."

"I like how it looks and the look is better than how it feels."

He lifts his head and he looks betrayed. "Haven't had any complaints before."

"Yeah 'cause this is the first time you've let a mustache grow." She laughs, turning on her side.

"You hurt me, Lot. You hurt my heart." He says with a wounded look. He grabs her hand and presses it to the wrong side of his chest.

"Left side." She moves her hand over his still racing heart then laughs again. She suddenly sits up and pulls her panties on, a random shirt following.

"What's up?" He asks, too tired to actually move.

He's hooked up with other girls before but Lottie takes first place, without a doubt. He's never seen her look so beautiful before than when she was on top of him with her blonde hair framing her face.

His face drops at his own thoughts.

"There's a dive bar in Daytona with a couple names on a wall, right between "Go Gators" and an old phone number "For a good time, call". There's a cornfield in Vidalia with some BF Goodrich tracks. That old radio playin' "Copperhead Road" 'til the sky turned black..."

She says as she returns to his bedroom with her notepad and a guitar. She hands him the guitar then criss-crosses her legs, her pen in her hand.

"That was us in a two-tone Chevy..."

She mumbles to herself, nodding at her words before she glances up from her notes to Riley. "You okay?"

"Yeah, okay just tired." He gives her a fake smile but turns his attention to his guitar. He sits for a few seconds before he starts playing some chords and within twenty minutes, they have the song finished.

"We can duet this."

"With me?"

"Yeah, that's what a duet is. I can't du-et without you."

Riley laughs as he sets his guitar to the side. "Any other ideas rollin' through that pretty head of yours?"

"Any runnin' through yours?"

"Nah." He lies, rubbing her knee. "It's gettin' pretty late. I'm gonna hit the hay."

"Oh, okay." She says, picking up her notepad. She leans over and kisses his forehead before heading to her bedroom.

She lays awake for hours with Riley unknowingly in the same boat with the same thought on their mind.