will be falling over to dance with us.” She hands me a low-cut, form-fitting gold dress.
“I thought we were going line dancing?”
“We are. And we are going to look hotter than hell while we’re doing it.”
☀
The bar is packed with cowboys wearing tight jeans. Anna is dancing a jig at the prospects. My mind keeps wandering back to city boy with a scruffy looking face. For the first time in my life, cowboys don’t interest me.
We sit at the bar and order our first round of drinks. After that, the drinks just show up, one after another.
“My favorite song!” Anna drags me onto the dance floor. We line dance to the next five songs, surrounded by hot sweaty male bodies.
“I need some water!” I yell to Anna over the music. She waves me off and continues dancing.
I push through the crowd toward the bar and see a familiar face. Fred is at the end of the bar, talking on the phone. That doesn’t sit well with me. I was supposed to call him when we were ready to leave. I finish my water and sip at another drink, this one from a blonde guy in a tight tee-shirt who can’t stop staring at my breasts. I’m starting to feel a little tipsy. Anna grabs my shoulder, trying to pull me onto the dance floor again.
By one in the morning, I’m really lightheaded. Anna is making out in the back of the bar with some dude. I clumsily make my way over to her. “It’s time to go,” I say, and the words sound garbled in my own ears.
She briefly disconnects her lips from the cowboy’s mouth.” I have a ride home.” She laughs and runs a hand down his chest.
I walk into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I dig out my phone and call Fred.” Can I still have a ride home? I know it’s late.”
“Your ride is outside the bar.”
“Thank you so much.”
The crowd is still rocking, so it takes me a while to get to the door. I walk outside, but I don’t see the limo. Instead, I see the Jaguar. The windows are so black I can’t see inside, but my heart starts beating faster at the thought that August must be inside. The driver's side door opens and he steps out, wearing a perfectly tailored suit. I wonder if there is enough room in that Jag to fuck him.
He puts an arm around my waist.” Why are you here?” I scowl at him.
“Because I want to be.” He steers me into the passenger seat, and buckles me in, like the last time.
“Did you have Fred watching us?”
“Yes. I wanted him there in case things got out of hand.” He puts the car in gear.” Here I brought you a coffee.” He hands it to me. “I want you sober by the time I get you home.”
There goes that sexual energy rolling off of him again. I press my legs together to stifle the throb between them.
“I take it Anna won’t be coming home tonight?”
I shake my head and drink my coffee. I have a feeling that I’m indeed going to want to be sober for what he has in mind.
☀
I hand him the key and he unlocks the apartment. He pushes me inside, shuts the door and presses my body up against it.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much I want you right now?” He rubs his hand at the hem of my dress.” The thought of you dancing with all those men in these damn boots of yours.” He breathes into my mouth. His hand blazes a trail down my leg and I want to combust. Body heat radiates off him.
“Tell me what it is you want, Nash.” He growls against that spot just below my ear. He spins me around and pins my palms to the door. I feel his hard length against my ass as his kisses trail down my neck. I break his grasp on my hands and turn around to kiss him. My greedy hands find his belt.
“I want you.” I rub my hand down his rock hard cock. “I want this too.”
His eyes widen and he picks me up.” Which room is yours?”
“The one on the left.” I barely get the words out before his mouth is on mine again. As he is carrying me, my itchy fingers find the buttons on his shirt. I feel my feet hit the ground as my
“I thought we were going line dancing?”
“We are. And we are going to look hotter than hell while we’re doing it.”
☀
The bar is packed with cowboys wearing tight jeans. Anna is dancing a jig at the prospects. My mind keeps wandering back to city boy with a scruffy looking face. For the first time in my life, cowboys don’t interest me.
We sit at the bar and order our first round of drinks. After that, the drinks just show up, one after another.
“My favorite song!” Anna drags me onto the dance floor. We line dance to the next five songs, surrounded by hot sweaty male bodies.
“I need some water!” I yell to Anna over the music. She waves me off and continues dancing.
I push through the crowd toward the bar and see a familiar face. Fred is at the end of the bar, talking on the phone. That doesn’t sit well with me. I was supposed to call him when we were ready to leave. I finish my water and sip at another drink, this one from a blonde guy in a tight tee-shirt who can’t stop staring at my breasts. I’m starting to feel a little tipsy. Anna grabs my shoulder, trying to pull me onto the dance floor again.
By one in the morning, I’m really lightheaded. Anna is making out in the back of the bar with some dude. I clumsily make my way over to her. “It’s time to go,” I say, and the words sound garbled in my own ears.
She briefly disconnects her lips from the cowboy’s mouth.” I have a ride home.” She laughs and runs a hand down his chest.
I walk into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I dig out my phone and call Fred.” Can I still have a ride home? I know it’s late.”
“Your ride is outside the bar.”
“Thank you so much.”
The crowd is still rocking, so it takes me a while to get to the door. I walk outside, but I don’t see the limo. Instead, I see the Jaguar. The windows are so black I can’t see inside, but my heart starts beating faster at the thought that August must be inside. The driver's side door opens and he steps out, wearing a perfectly tailored suit. I wonder if there is enough room in that Jag to fuck him.
He puts an arm around my waist.” Why are you here?” I scowl at him.
“Because I want to be.” He steers me into the passenger seat, and buckles me in, like the last time.
“Did you have Fred watching us?”
“Yes. I wanted him there in case things got out of hand.” He puts the car in gear.” Here I brought you a coffee.” He hands it to me. “I want you sober by the time I get you home.”
There goes that sexual energy rolling off of him again. I press my legs together to stifle the throb between them.
“I take it Anna won’t be coming home tonight?”
I shake my head and drink my coffee. I have a feeling that I’m indeed going to want to be sober for what he has in mind.
☀
I hand him the key and he unlocks the apartment. He pushes me inside, shuts the door and presses my body up against it.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much I want you right now?” He rubs his hand at the hem of my dress.” The thought of you dancing with all those men in these damn boots of yours.” He breathes into my mouth. His hand blazes a trail down my leg and I want to combust. Body heat radiates off him.
“Tell me what it is you want, Nash.” He growls against that spot just below my ear. He spins me around and pins my palms to the door. I feel his hard length against my ass as his kisses trail down my neck. I break his grasp on my hands and turn around to kiss him. My greedy hands find his belt.
“I want you.” I rub my hand down his rock hard cock. “I want this too.”
His eyes widen and he picks me up.” Which room is yours?”
“The one on the left.” I barely get the words out before his mouth is on mine again. As he is carrying me, my itchy fingers find the buttons on his shirt. I feel my feet hit the ground as my
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