Page 4 of Wild Heart
My lips vibrate when relief gushes out of my lungs. “You had me shit scared there, Pops. I thought I’d have to turn back and go home.”
“First, don’t ever call me that again, and second, I set up the gig at Wild Hearts Ranch, so you ain’t goin’ home. I’m true to my word, kid, and they’re expecting ya first thing in the mornin’.”
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“Hey, Hayden.”
Aww shit!Kelsey struts up the grocery store isle with a bottle of Jack swinging low.
I tip my hat. “Kelsey.”
She’s acting all sultry and flirty, batting her lashes and slipping her lower lip between her teeth like it’s my dick. I haven’t had sex in over two months, and my balls are heavier than the prize bull at the rodeo, but there’s not a chance in hell I’ll hook up with her again.
“Maybe I’ll see you at Jackson’s tomorrow night?” I flinch when her fingers graze the button on my shirt. The light contact feels good though. Not hot like sin. More of a familiarity. I guess any woman could stroke my arm right now and my dick would spring to life. After all, I’m a man with needs… and it’s been a while since I’ve had a woman in my bed, but I still ain’t repeating that ride.
“I’ll be with the boys, as usual, Kelsey.” That’s my polite way of telling her, I’ll be busy.
She hums. “I miss you, Hay.” Then her palm cups my dick. “I miss this.”
As she squeezes my semi hard-on, I catch sight of tight white jeans hugging the perkiest ass I’ve ever seen. It’s like a juicy peach covered in sweet honey frosting. My hungry gaze trails over a fitted pale pink camisole, drifting to thick molasses colored hair tied up in a high ponytail with those glossy strands swooshing across irresistible bare shoulders.
The mystery woman is wearing large fancy sunglasses, shielding most of her upper face. In the seconds I see her, she rounds the cereal boxes and disappears.
“Jeez, Hay, feels like you miss me too,” Kelsey purrs.
I jump back and fix my now rock-hard dick behind the zipper. Who the heck was that woman?
“Gotta go, Kels.” I sidestep her clasping fingers.
It’s hard to walk with a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower in my boxers, but I march to the next isle, hoping to see her again.
Stacked shelves. Crackers, cookies and an old lady on a mobility scooter. No hot woman in sight. I half jog to the check out, but Maggie, the cashier, is standing there filing her nails, alone.
“Hayden?” Kelsey comes to a stop beside me. “Have you lost something?”
Only my fucking sanity. I swear I just saw the sexiest woman alive. “Nope. All good.”
Dropping dishwashing soap and a box of oatmeal on the counter, I toss a few bills into Maggie's open palm. I know Kelsey is still talking to me, but I’m intrigued by the new woman in town and ignore her nonsense. With a quick pace, I leave the store and scan Main Street. I see old man Sawyer’s taillights as he speeds off into the sunset and then watch Bryson and his girl, Tanna, have an argument outside Jackson’s bar.
I let out a whistle, low and slow, releasing the need to find the woman who stood out to me like a wildflower in the desert.
She was all stylish and primped like a Barbie doll, and I bet she has a sexy accent too. Something tells me she’d be a whole heap of tempting trouble. Probably a city chick on a bachelorette party, who wants an authentic cowboy experience to look back on. A bucket list item to check.
Maybe I could be that guy? I sure as hell could mark a few things off her ‘fuckit’ list, starting with my lips on her...
“Hayden.” Kelsey rubs my arm. “Wanna drink?” The bottle of Jack lifts as she continues, “We can go to my place.”
Bryson slams his car door. Tanna chucks a glass at the revolving wheels. That’s the shit I don’t want again, ever. “I’ve got chores to do at the ranch.” In other words, I want to go home, lie in bed, alone, and think about my new fantasy female. “I’ll give you a lift to your place, if you’ve already been drinking?”
“Will you come in? Like old times.” She angles her hip, so it nudges against me with a hint.
“They’re old times for a reason, Kels. I ain’t going back to that.”
And there it is. The look of death. That same glower that spells out drama queen. Her lips tighten, and her flirty lashes stop fluttering to lower like daggers. “Fuck you, Hayden.” With a hair flick and a boot click, she stomps off towards the diner.
Women. I ain’t got the patience for them.
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