Blinking up at him, I shake my head. “Very smooth, stud. Do a little dance, drink a little drink.... what comes next?”
Spinning me, he grins as he dips me a little. “Drink a little more drink, do a little more dance, find out why you were waiting to be found, tell you how damned pleased I am to be the one who found you.”
Letting him spin me back to him, I consider his question. Did I come here tonight looking for something other than a buzz? It had not crossed my mind until I watched him saunter in looking delicious. Twirling on the dusty dance floor to old country songs, I decide that even if I was not looking for him, or looking for anyone, I am glad he found me too.
“Do you care who or what I was waiting for? Or do you care that I have about,” I grab his wrist to glance at the watch, calculating the hours before sunrise. “Eight hours before I have to start behaving like a grown up? Which means I can make a few mistakes, if you wanted to help with that.”
All the air seems to get sucked out of the room once I finish my little speech. I smile because I delivered it with a lot more confidence than I feel. Standing still as the song plays on, all his attention shifts to me. The boredom in his expression flickers out, replaced by a sharp, predatory interest that makes my pulse jump.
“Eight hours, huh?” he asks, his voice a gravelly hum. “That’s a very specific deadline.”
“Sunrise, stud,” I answer with a shrug. “I guess tonight I am Cinderella in jeans and boots. I wasn’t looking for a prince charming, but here we are, twirling on a dance floor,” I quip, my words breathy as we stand in the middle of the floor, oblivious to the rest of the bar.
Brooks cocks his head, his gaze eating me up. The weight of his stare is akin to a touch, and it’s just not enough. His hand tightens on my skin beneath my top, and I bite back an inappropriate sound. I never do this sort of thing but I want this—I want him. I want to make a mistake with his name all over it.As if he can read my thoughts, he smirks, lowering his head to ghost his mouth over my ear.
“Will I have to come find you tomorrow and prove you’re my Cinderella after you run out on me?” He taunts with a delicious grin that makes a shiver of anticipation shoot up my spine.
“We will just have to find out, won’t we stud?”
He does not hesitate for another moment. He turns, grabbing my hand in his huge, warm one, and cutting a path through the bar. I follow without question, without an ounce of misgiving. I have never done this, but there is a first time for everything. He doesn't ask if I am sure or where we should go. He takes the lead as he heads out of the bar, and I am glad to just follow.
Brooks holds the door open for me, crisp Starlight Summit air rushing in to meet us. I step out into the night, the violet neon glow of the buzzing The Barn sign hitting the pavement at my feet. I can go back inside where it is safe, he would let me go, and I would never see him again.
Looking up at him in the purple moonglow, I know that. He seems to know it too, that we could part right now and never be face to face again. Why does that suddenly seem impossible? Again, he seems to think the same because he moves lightning fast, pinning me to the door with his big body.
His mouth crashes to mine as my fingers tangle in his hair. The kiss is greedy, consuming, tasting of bourbon and smoke. His hands are warm on my skin as they slip beneath my top again. When he tears away, both of us panting, I know I made the right choice—even if it’s a bad one.
Tomorrow, I’ll grow up. But tonight? Tonight, I am going home with a handsome stranger to make one last mistake.
Chapter Two
Brooks
Kissing her reminds me of a perfect sunrise.
Brand new, bright and warm. Soft curves fit against my hardness as we sit in the small space of my truck. We got to my place ten minutes ago, but we’ve not quit long enough to take this inside. Kissing was never this good before and to be honest, I don’t want to stop it just yet.
Blake lets out a little whimper that shoots directly to my dick. From the moment I walked into The Barn, she has had a line straight to the greedy bastard. The moment I saw her sitting there, I wanted her. I wanted to know her name, to kiss mouth, feel how soft her golden skin was. I’ve never felt anything like the pull I felt towards it. It was literally magnetic, and I could not fight it. I went in there for a beer or two after a long day on the ranch and I barely got a sip of alcohol.
I don’t need drinks—I am drunk off the sweetness of Blake.
“Where did you take me?” she whispers as she pulls at my hair, her soft tits pressing against my chest as she pushes closer. I am not sure how we could get any closer. Her body is twined around mine, my arms banded over her back. I do not want to move, to let her go.
“To my place,” I tell her before I start working my mouth along her jaw, my hands sliding beneath her top. When I reach the fullness of her breasts, my thumbs rubbing at the peaked nipples, her little moan makes my cock jerk. Yeah, I need to get us inside. That would mean stopping what I’m doing—and I am not sure Icanstop what we’ve started here.
My tongue licks the length of her neck where her pulse thrums and she cries out again. Ok, I won’tstop, but I need to pause long enough to get us out of the truck and inside. I wanther in my bed. It is the very first thing I thought the second I saw her sitting in that booth. I don’t pick up women at The Barn, or anywhere else for that matter, but I couldn’t leave without her.
“Does your place start and end here on the driveway, stud?”
Chuckling, I burrow my face in her neck for a moment, breathing her in. Fuck, she smells as delicious as she tastes. Creamy and bright, as if I am devouring a fresh peach. Jesus, now all I want is to taste how sweet her pussy is. I almost bolt from the truck, laughing again when she lets out a little yelp and clings to me. I make quick work of unlocking the door, kicking it shut behind me with a thud.
I do not bother with a tour of the small cabin I call home. I can do that later or tomorrow. All I care about her seeing is stars as I fuck her through as many orgasms as her soft little body can handle. That soft body is rubbing against me, offering herself up as I storm down the hall to the bedroom. I get to the bed before we’re both tearing at clothes.
“Wait, wait....” She mumbles, pushing at my chest after she rips my shirt up and off. I hesitate because I am a gentleman and as bad as I want her, if she has changed her mind, this stops now. “I do not want to stop. I just want to tell you.... fuck, you’re beautiful, Brooks,” she whispers softly, staring up at me with eyes that shine in the darkness of the moonlight.
“Took the words right out my mouth, darlin’,” I whisper back, reaching out to trail a hand down her throat, between her breasts, down between her thighs. “This might be the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” I tell her with wonder, meaning it more than she can know as my fingers rub at the slick between her thighs, spreading her folds open.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her thighs shaking as her hand comes to the back of my head. “I need to say something. I don’t know why I... ooh, yes,” she moans when I twist my wrist to hook two fingers into her.
