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that was perfectly traced in his well fitted ensemble. The only thing that came to mind, besides the fact he was hers, was hands off, bitches.
They ate barbeque, what else was there at a rodeo, anything else would be sacrilege, and drank local brews in between events. They watched tie-down roping and bull riding, which oddly took both of their minds to dirty places full of rope tying and riding of the naked sexy kind. Thank God for the kids barrel racing on stick ponies and the children’s finale, mutton bustin’, to chill the inappropriate ideas like a cold ass shower. He held her close all evening, either with his arm around her or hand in hand, making a statement to anyone wondering, he was with his girl, it was a glorious night.
***
The main events were over for the night and the rowdy rodeo party scene was commencing, so they went to The Pump House for a drink before calling it a night. An old time gas station, converted to roadhouse style bar, with booze, pool, dancing, and the best food in town. It was a safe place and it would be packed. There was little to do in such a small town, but neither wanted the night to end just yet, in fact it was really just beginning.
It wasn’t lost on Sam that Dawson was a gentleman at every turn, and not in a superficial attempt at anything. He was genuine, kind and real, his mannerisms were instinctive. As alpha as he was, he was equally as gentle—he held the door for her, pulled out her chair, even went for their drinks, and served her. He was charming the pants off of her, literally, and she knew it was for no reason other than that was just who he was.
The conversation was light in the beginning, as it had been most of the day, mostly about rodeo, the beautiful weather, and even work. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers, or keep his hands to himself. If he wasn’t holding her hand, he had his hand at the small of her back. He had his arm over her shoulder by the nights end, and she was leaning into him, a perfect fit, as if he was built for her, and vice versa.
He could feel those walls of hers crumbling, little by little, and he was pleased by that. The message they were sending to everyone they ran into was that they were indeed, dating , and Sam seemed completely at ease with that unspoken message. He was pleased by what that implied because in a matter of days, his decade long rules all had been broken, and he wasn’t planning to reinstate a single one.
She was completely entranced by this man. His actions went beyond just charm, he was caring, doting even, but in a non-suffocating way. He was a God to look at, a man’s man with his confident swagger and completely gentle while seductive with his touch. She drank him in and couldn’t seem to get enough. He knew how to treat a woman, and she couldn’t wait to see how he handled one in bed, or wherever they ended up next. Every time she had those kinky thoughts, her body hummed and heated all over. She was beginning to crave him.
***
The Pump House was packed, everyone they knew was there, but they still managed to find a semi private two-top booth in the corner. Dawson grabbed a couple of beers, while she grabbed the table and watched him work his way through the room. He was such a force, he commanded the room in such a way that demanded respect, appreciation, and no one minded paying it, it seemed. It was turning into the kind of night she could get used to, this one night, get him out of my system idea, might just become several nights; her new drug, one she was already addicted to and she hadn’t even felt the high yet.
This was the first time they went together, alone. The Pump House was safe, for both of them. Out in the open, very public, and not too intimate…thank God. They knew everyone there, which was a nice distraction from the thoughts crossing both of their minds. Keep it clean, that was Dawson’s mantra all night. Anytime his gaze drifted below her chin, a hoot or holler from the pool
They ate barbeque, what else was there at a rodeo, anything else would be sacrilege, and drank local brews in between events. They watched tie-down roping and bull riding, which oddly took both of their minds to dirty places full of rope tying and riding of the naked sexy kind. Thank God for the kids barrel racing on stick ponies and the children’s finale, mutton bustin’, to chill the inappropriate ideas like a cold ass shower. He held her close all evening, either with his arm around her or hand in hand, making a statement to anyone wondering, he was with his girl, it was a glorious night.
***
The main events were over for the night and the rowdy rodeo party scene was commencing, so they went to The Pump House for a drink before calling it a night. An old time gas station, converted to roadhouse style bar, with booze, pool, dancing, and the best food in town. It was a safe place and it would be packed. There was little to do in such a small town, but neither wanted the night to end just yet, in fact it was really just beginning.
It wasn’t lost on Sam that Dawson was a gentleman at every turn, and not in a superficial attempt at anything. He was genuine, kind and real, his mannerisms were instinctive. As alpha as he was, he was equally as gentle—he held the door for her, pulled out her chair, even went for their drinks, and served her. He was charming the pants off of her, literally, and she knew it was for no reason other than that was just who he was.
The conversation was light in the beginning, as it had been most of the day, mostly about rodeo, the beautiful weather, and even work. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers, or keep his hands to himself. If he wasn’t holding her hand, he had his hand at the small of her back. He had his arm over her shoulder by the nights end, and she was leaning into him, a perfect fit, as if he was built for her, and vice versa.
He could feel those walls of hers crumbling, little by little, and he was pleased by that. The message they were sending to everyone they ran into was that they were indeed, dating , and Sam seemed completely at ease with that unspoken message. He was pleased by what that implied because in a matter of days, his decade long rules all had been broken, and he wasn’t planning to reinstate a single one.
She was completely entranced by this man. His actions went beyond just charm, he was caring, doting even, but in a non-suffocating way. He was a God to look at, a man’s man with his confident swagger and completely gentle while seductive with his touch. She drank him in and couldn’t seem to get enough. He knew how to treat a woman, and she couldn’t wait to see how he handled one in bed, or wherever they ended up next. Every time she had those kinky thoughts, her body hummed and heated all over. She was beginning to crave him.
***
The Pump House was packed, everyone they knew was there, but they still managed to find a semi private two-top booth in the corner. Dawson grabbed a couple of beers, while she grabbed the table and watched him work his way through the room. He was such a force, he commanded the room in such a way that demanded respect, appreciation, and no one minded paying it, it seemed. It was turning into the kind of night she could get used to, this one night, get him out of my system idea, might just become several nights; her new drug, one she was already addicted to and she hadn’t even felt the high yet.
This was the first time they went together, alone. The Pump House was safe, for both of them. Out in the open, very public, and not too intimate…thank God. They knew everyone there, which was a nice distraction from the thoughts crossing both of their minds. Keep it clean, that was Dawson’s mantra all night. Anytime his gaze drifted below her chin, a hoot or holler from the pool
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