Page 63 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“Oh what?” I’m not even sure why, but all Jules’ tiptoeing and hesitation has my stomach in knots. Just what the hell is in this box? And who sent it?
A smile on her face, Jules reaches inside the box and pulls something out. “Cookie’s collar!”
Breath I didn’t know I was holding rushes out of me. “Cookie’s collar?”
She shoots me a look. “Are you doing the whole repeat thing again?”
“Like I said. I keep hoping the things you say will make sense.” And I’m also a little confused from the whole buildup.
Using two hands, she holds out what looks like an overly large dog collar. If a dog was owned by a motorcycle biker princess.
The thick black collar is covered in metal studs, and hanging from it is the largest, most blinged-out pendant I’ve ever seen. And that includes the time when Rose made me watch the MTV Music awards and a bunch of rappers with heavy diamond chains hopped around stage.
The background of the name tag is all white rhinestones, withCookiewritten out in a script font made up of dark pink crystals.
“It’s for Cookie.”
“Cookie.”
Jules sighs. “You’re doing it again.”
I cross my arms. “You’re not making sense again.”
She mimics me, crossing her arms over her chest, but instead of looking annoyed, all it does is emphasize her breasts.
I force my eyes away from her chest and back to the offending item. “If you’re thinking of puttingthat”—I point to the collar—“on a cow, then you make no sense at all.”
Her lips purse. “Well, cowboy, since you can’t make me cookies, I’m going to go play with mine.”
We both blink at each other, rerunning what she just said in our minds.
And then we bust out laughing.
“Oh my God,” Jules manages between laughs. “For once I didn’t mean that how it sounded.”
Taking a deep breath, I enjoy the moment of seeing Jules unguarded, carefree, in total contrast to whatever that was moments before she opened the box. “Too bad.”
Amusement ebbing, Jules cocks one eyebrow. “Too bad, huh?” She drops the collar and straightens, running her hands up her thighs, right under her breasts, and then down her abdomen until just the tips of her fingers slide under the waistband of her jeans.
The smile on my face lowers as my dick rises. “Jules?” I meant it to come out like a question, but it sounds more like a plea.
She plucks the button at her waist, pulling the sides until the zipper lowers, the noise loud in the small, tiled room.
That devilish smile of hers, the smirk that gets my tongue tied and my dick twitching, appears slowly across her lips. “Yeah, cowboy?”
“What about Ray?”
She blinks. “I’m thinking with you, one man is all I need in bed. Plus, I’m not really sure Ray would be into that type of thing.”
That has me shaking my head real fast. “Wait, what? No. Jesus.” I run my hand through my hair. “I meant he’s right outside here, still in the kitchen.”
“Oh.” She blows out a long breath. “Thank God. You had me worried for a moment.” She pushes her jeans lower until they peel off her hips and puddle around her feet, revealing a black, lacy thong. The same thong I remember her rubbing all over me in her strip tease that night after the bar.
“Fuck.”
She moans. Loudly. “I love when you curse for me.” One hand travels up and under her tank top, grabbing at her breast. “Just for me.”
Quickly I close the door and lean back against it. “Shhh, he’ll hear.”
