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When she said she had to kiss one of usandgive us an article of her clothing, I looked her over. Pretty. Blonde. Tiny, like she stopped growing in seventh grade. She reminded me of the cheerleaders who I’d see on the sidelines of football games Zeb played in at college.
I wasn’t interested, but it didn’t mean I was the one who had to do the kissing. Ace and Cody were both single and looked interested.
It was when she pointed over her shoulder to the table where her friends were that everything changed.
My world tipped.
My life altered.
There she was.
Her.
Fuck, seeing the gorgeous redhead was like being kicked in the solar plexus by an pissed off horse. The wind got sucked out of me and my heart took off and galloped right across the room to her.
Her hair was long and thick, a little wild down her back–like a heroine from one of those historical romances. It had some layers to it, some kind of girly style that made it look extra pretty. Her face was pale and from halfway across the room I could see her green eyes and the freckles fanning across the bridge of her nose.
I imagined where else she had those perfect speckles of color and if the hair on her pussy was just as fiery red.
I shifted my feet, trying to adjust my hardening dick without being a perv in a roomful of people. Devil’s Ditch was a small town and everyone knew everybody else. I’d never seen her before, but she appeared to be much younger, more my brother Zeb’s or Shep’s age than my thirty-two.
Before either Cody or Ace could pipe up and volunteer as tribute for a bachelorette party game, Ileaned in and said to the woman, “Sweetheart, I’m all for helping out with your fun, but if I’m gonna kiss a girl and take her panties, it’s gonna be her.”
I pointed. The woman looked in that direction. Then grinned.
“Panties wasn’t mentioned,” she replied, then shrugged. “But go for it, as long as she’s okay parting with them.”
She might be tipsy, but I had to give her credit for being protective of her friend.
She will be,I thought, but I said, “I like my women willing, sweetheart.”
She flicked her gaze between the three of us, then spun around in her cowboy boots, her little dress swirling up and flashing the three of us a hint of toned thigh, and practically skipped back to her table.
Out of the corner of my eye, Ace and Cody gave me looks, disappointed in not kissing that one. “Why is it that a Wilder boy finds his girl here at The Roadside and we don’t?” Cody asked Ace.
“Yeah, what the fuck?”
“Too bad. You’ll get your turns,” I muttered.
If it didn’t work out with the redhead… what the hell was I saying?
It was going to work out because she was my woman.
I felt it. Pops and my siblings had all been right.
When you saw The One, you knew.
So I kept my gaze fixed on Red, making sure she didn’t disappear on me–because I would give chase–and crooked my finger.
I was getting that kiss, and the article of clothing I wanted was her panties.
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TAYLOR
Oh my God.This was happening.This was happening.
I wiped my sweaty palms on the hem of my skirt, thinking to myself as I walked toward the hot cowboy that I wasreallyglad I took a little extra time getting ready. At first, I’d considered wearing jeans with my cute white top, but at the last minute–or the extra time I hid in my room from my riled father–I switched to this skirt. It was a deep green and flared to just above my knee. My leather boots were old and well worn, but so were everyone’s in the place. This was a working town, notLA.
