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“Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before,” I lie, because I could see her naked body a thousand times and still drop to my knees and beg.“You sure you don’t want to change your mind?”
Please fucking change your mind.
“Hard no,” she affirms.
Oh, it’s hard alright.
“Alright.You asked for it,” I tell her.“It’s awfully cold in here with no clothes.But I guess you’re about to find that out.”
“We’ll see, Cowboy.”
Well, fuck, this game just got a whole lot more interesting.Sorry, Wade.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Cassie
Just when I thought this cowboy couldn’t surprise me anymore, he knocked my socks off when I entered his home.Where I expected barren and dusty, I found organized and clean.Where I expected a collection of empty beer bottles, I found a collection of eighties romance novels and board games.I have told myself a hundred times that getting attached to Haden is dangerous.I don’t have a life that works with a relationship.Yet somehow here I am, smack in the middle of my third game of Uno and down to my tank top and leggings.I lost my socks last game and tried to count my hairclip as a clothing article.Much to my surprise, Haden allowed it.
This smug cowboy smirks over his three cards to my six.He lays yellow three on my yellow five and I look down at my hand.Nothing but green and red, and no threes.Fuck.I pick up and mercifully the card is yellow.A seven.I lay it down.He smirks and puts a blue seven on the pile.
“Ooohhh.That’s Uno, Princess,” he says.
“Whatever.You haven’t won yet,” I bite out.
Haden leans back in his chair.I’ve only called “Uno” twice so he’s still wearing his boxers and a t-shirt.Screw it.I fake allthe confidence in the world as I stand and slide my leggings off over my hips.Sadly for him I’m wearing the laciest white panties I own, the kind that barely cover my ass cheeks.If I can’t win fairly, I’ll win by torture.At least at one point he was attracted to me.And he’s about to find out that averting those blue eyes is gonna get a whole lot trickier.
“What’s fair is fair,” I mumble as I slide my leggings off.I toss them in his direction and watch as they hit him in the chest.He grits his molars as he swallows.I watch his throat work to swallow.Seeing me in my panties is doing just what I want it to do.Perfect.
I pop my blue three on top of his seven and he looks down at his card.It’s obviously not a seven or blue so he picks up, and then picks up again.I take my turn, then he picks up again before I lay my second-to-last card on the pile.
“Uno,” I singsong smugly.“Off with the shirt.”
I give him the “come hither” sign with my first finger.
Haden smiles and runs his thumb and forefinger over his mustache.“What makes you think it’s gonna be the shirt?”he asks coyly.
I take a sip from the bottle of bourbon on the table between us.
“Top half or bottom.Makes no difference to me,” I bluff.“Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.”
He looks pointedly at me and reaches behind his neck to pull his t-shirt off with one hand over his head.
Jesus, he’s a perfect specimen of a man under those clothes.Even the firelight lets me see him more clearly than when we were together in his truck.It’s enough to remind me of all that hard muscle and those intensely chiselled abs.That strong inked chest and thick shoulders.The arms that had no trouble holding me in place as he fucked me.
“You gonna take your turn or keep staring at me all night?”His face is smug as he asks.Cocky fucker.
“Not sure yet,” I tell him as I look down at my hand.I can’t go,of course.So I draw again, but I still can’t play for the next three draws.Haden leans back in his seat with a smirk, down to his boxers now.
“Looks like we just leveled the playing field,” he says as he folds his hands behind his head like he’s ready to take in a show.“Uno.”
His upper arms flex with the movement.I’m so goddamn wet.This is quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever done and it’s fucking Uno.
“Just friends?”I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Friends,” he affirms with a grin.
I cross my arms over each other and grip the hem of my tank as I look him in the eye and lift it off slowly.His blue eyes darken the moment my shirt comes off.My nipples harden to points in the cool air, but my skin feels like it’s on fire.I let my hair fall down around my shoulders as I toss the tank on the floor.I lean forward, propping my elbows on the table to hide my breasts behind them.He starts to chuckle, but I don’t miss the way he takes his plush bottom lip between his teeth as I pick up my next card and lay it on the pile.I watch as he eyes his card.He can’t play it so he picks one up.I lay one down.
