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The Rookie
A Studs in Spurs Deleted Scene
Cat Johnson
INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS ONLY
The Rookie
Copyright © CAT JOHNSON, 2010
Cover art by Cat Johnson
NOTE FOR READERS
This is a 2,500 word deleted scene from BUCKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 2) by Cat Johnson. It is not a complete story, nor is it a romance. If you’d like to see more of the characters and read their complete stories, visit http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/cat-johnson Available exclusively from
www.catjohnson.net
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events or locales is coincidental.
All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Mustang opened the door of the trailer and stepped back, watching Marla’s heart-shaped ass within her skintight jeans sway as she walked ahead of him.
He followed her inside and breathed with relief when he saw he’d remembered to straighten the covers on the big bed after he’d gotten up that day, back when he had two good arms instead of one. Waking up that morning felt like a million years ago.
Going directly to the cabinet, he took down a bottle and two glasses. He wasn’t planning on drinking anymore himself so he splashed whisky into the glasses for Chase and Marla. Chase definitely needed some liquid courage and Marla, well, this woman looked like she could hold her liquor.
He handed one to Marla, then carried the other to Chase, who still hovered, hat in hand, inside the open doorway. “Shut the door, kid.”
That order broke Chase out of his spell. He reached back, pulled the door shut and then stood there again like he was waiting for the torture to begin.
He thrust the glass at him and Chase shook his head. “I don’t want it. Thanks.” Mustang kept his voice low, but authoritative. “You’re shaking. Drink it.” After one hard and no doubt dry swallow, Chase finally gave in and took the drink, downing it too fast and coughing.
Shaking his head at that, Mustang pivoted on the heel of one boot, and looked back at Marla.
She’d already kicked off her shoes and was sitting seductively on the big bed.
She patted the blanket with one hand. “Is this where you sleep while you’re on the road competing?”
“That’s right. Sleep and other things.” He smiled, until he saw the expression on Chase’s face. The kid was frozen in place and scared shit. This was going to take more work than he’d thought. Mustang drew in a deep breath and leaned in toward Chase. “Go over and sit next to her on the bed.”
Chase’s eyes flew open wide.
“Trust me.” Leading by example and hoping Chase would follow, Mustang walked the short distance to the bed. He sat on the far side of Marla, leaving the other spot open for Chase, who was moving at a sloth-like pace.
“Does your arm hurt?” She thankfully was focused on Mustang’s sling and didn’t notice Chase’s hesitant, shaky decent onto the bed.
“Nah. The doc has me so pumped full of pain pills I can’t feel a thing.”
“I certainly hope you can feel something.” Marla’s gaze dropped down to the bulge in the crotch of Mustang’s jeans. He heard Chase draw in a wheeze of breath.
“Don’t you worry about that, darlin’. Everything is in perfect working order except my bum arm here.”
“Good.”
Chase laid his hat on the bed behind them and Mustang, knowing that area was about to become the sight of some pretty energetic activity, reached out and moved it to the table next them.
“It does make it mighty hard to get dressed though…and undressed.” Mustang let that suggestion hang in the air as a little push in the direction of those very activities he had in mind.
“I’m sure I can help you with that.”
A sly smile crossed Marla’s red-tinged mouth. He wouldn’t mind seeing that lipstick ringing
A Studs in Spurs Deleted Scene
Cat Johnson
INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS ONLY
The Rookie
Copyright © CAT JOHNSON, 2010
Cover art by Cat Johnson
NOTE FOR READERS
This is a 2,500 word deleted scene from BUCKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 2) by Cat Johnson. It is not a complete story, nor is it a romance. If you’d like to see more of the characters and read their complete stories, visit http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/cat-johnson Available exclusively from
www.catjohnson.net
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events or locales is coincidental.
All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Mustang opened the door of the trailer and stepped back, watching Marla’s heart-shaped ass within her skintight jeans sway as she walked ahead of him.
He followed her inside and breathed with relief when he saw he’d remembered to straighten the covers on the big bed after he’d gotten up that day, back when he had two good arms instead of one. Waking up that morning felt like a million years ago.
Going directly to the cabinet, he took down a bottle and two glasses. He wasn’t planning on drinking anymore himself so he splashed whisky into the glasses for Chase and Marla. Chase definitely needed some liquid courage and Marla, well, this woman looked like she could hold her liquor.
He handed one to Marla, then carried the other to Chase, who still hovered, hat in hand, inside the open doorway. “Shut the door, kid.”
That order broke Chase out of his spell. He reached back, pulled the door shut and then stood there again like he was waiting for the torture to begin.
He thrust the glass at him and Chase shook his head. “I don’t want it. Thanks.” Mustang kept his voice low, but authoritative. “You’re shaking. Drink it.” After one hard and no doubt dry swallow, Chase finally gave in and took the drink, downing it too fast and coughing.
Shaking his head at that, Mustang pivoted on the heel of one boot, and looked back at Marla.
She’d already kicked off her shoes and was sitting seductively on the big bed.
She patted the blanket with one hand. “Is this where you sleep while you’re on the road competing?”
“That’s right. Sleep and other things.” He smiled, until he saw the expression on Chase’s face. The kid was frozen in place and scared shit. This was going to take more work than he’d thought. Mustang drew in a deep breath and leaned in toward Chase. “Go over and sit next to her on the bed.”
Chase’s eyes flew open wide.
“Trust me.” Leading by example and hoping Chase would follow, Mustang walked the short distance to the bed. He sat on the far side of Marla, leaving the other spot open for Chase, who was moving at a sloth-like pace.
“Does your arm hurt?” She thankfully was focused on Mustang’s sling and didn’t notice Chase’s hesitant, shaky decent onto the bed.
“Nah. The doc has me so pumped full of pain pills I can’t feel a thing.”
“I certainly hope you can feel something.” Marla’s gaze dropped down to the bulge in the crotch of Mustang’s jeans. He heard Chase draw in a wheeze of breath.
“Don’t you worry about that, darlin’. Everything is in perfect working order except my bum arm here.”
“Good.”
Chase laid his hat on the bed behind them and Mustang, knowing that area was about to become the sight of some pretty energetic activity, reached out and moved it to the table next them.
“It does make it mighty hard to get dressed though…and undressed.” Mustang let that suggestion hang in the air as a little push in the direction of those very activities he had in mind.
“I’m sure I can help you with that.”
A sly smile crossed Marla’s red-tinged mouth. He wouldn’t mind seeing that lipstick ringing
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