“You looked good out there dancing. I could use a few pointers,” the one in a black cowboy hat, who touched her hair, says. He steps closer, eyeing her chest in a way that makes my blood boil.
I roughly shove myself between the men, positioning myself right beside Dallas. “I could give you a lesson. Why don’t you and your buddy go out there and I’ll direct you from here?”
I set her wine in front of her. The guy wearing the black hat is behind me now, and his bald friend in a red button-down is glaring at me on the other side of Dallas.
Red Shirt’s nostrils flare as he glances from me to Black Hat.
“We were in the middle of a conversation,” Red Shirt grits out, clenching his fist.
I ignore him, taking a slow sip of my Dr. Pepper. I feel a hand on my shoulder, jerking me back.
“Hey, you can’t just?—”
I don’t let Black Hat finish before I set my drink down and throw my elbow back into his face. With the cage-fighting experience I have, I know exactly where to aim to hit my mark. The satisfying crunch of his nasal bone underneathmy elbow makes me grin. I was expecting Red Shirt to react, so as soon as I hit the guy behind me, I pull Dallas toward me and slide her out of the way before throwing my right hook into his eye.
He barely has time to register what’s happening before his body is thrown back into the table behind us with a crash.
I flip around, preparing for the counterblow from Black Hat, but he’s backed away, holding his hand to cover his nose as blood gushes all over his gray shirt.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?!”
Red Shirt jumps back up after knocking out three chairs and a full pitcher of beer, which is now soaking his shirt. His face matches his clothes, crimson tinting his cheeks.
“You got some nerve, pretty boy. If you wanna fight, get your ass over here and fight like a real man.”
I step up to him, even though he’s bigger than me and looks like he can throw a solid punch.
“If you want more, I’m game.” I grin at him, popping my knuckles. “Playtime just started.”
He steps up, swinging so slow that I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do to him. I easily dodge him before throwing a counterpunch with my left fist to give him matching black eyes. He stumbles back, groaning in pain.
“You fucking?—”
“Hey!” Old Harry saunters between us, holding up a hand to each of us. He turns to me, tilting his head in frustration. “Duke, why do you gotta start fights inside? Go out to the back alley. Now I got a mess to clean up.”
“Sorry, Harry. They started it.”
The men both protest loudly, but Harry isn’t having it.
“Get out! All of you.”
I turn to Dallas, who I expect to be fuming at me and pissed off. Instead, her mouth is agape, and she looks … fascinated.
I reach a hand out to her, and to my surprise, she takes it. I lead her toward the exit and out of the bar, watching Black Hat and Red Shirt as they turn the opposite way in the parking lot as Harry scowls at our backs.
Dallas doesn’t say a word when we get to my new truck—a black King Ranch Ford. I go around to the passenger door to open it for her. She climbs up and settles in the seat without looking at me.
I walk around to the driver’s side, wondering if she wants me to drop her off at home with her husband. When I climb inside, she doesn’t give me any time to even ask her if she’s okay because she practically vaults into my lap and presses her lips to mine.
My instinct is to pull her closer, to wrap my hand around her hip and squeeze. My instincts are never wrong, so I do it.
She tastes like wine and cherry ChapStick. I pull her all the way onto my lap and slip my fingers through her hair at her nape. She whimpers into me and brushes her tongue over the seam of my lips. My tongue eases through the opening, tasting more of her. Blood surges to my groin.
“God, you taste good, darlin’.” I scrape my fingers against her scalp, eliciting a moan from her.
When I move my other hand up to wrap it around her neck, she wiggles closer to me. The friction of her body rubbing over my fully hard dick sends bolts of pleasurethrough me. She wraps her hands around my neck, her kiss growing needier. I release her hair and reach down to knead her ass, squeezing it roughly. She bites my lower lip, her movements frantic.
I love the feel of her womanly figure and her sweet jasmine-and-vanilla scent. I could get lost in her. I’d fuck this woman right here in this parking lot if she let me, onlookers be damned.
