Page 73 of Mister Cowboy
They stared at each other, neither saying a word or breaking eye contact.
“Can we just talk?”
A couple breezed through the door and stepped up to the bar. She moved toward them. “I can’t talk now.”
He stood, bottle in hand, and motioned to a table situated under a flat screen on the wall. “I’ll wait.”
“You do that,” she said under her breath before turning to her new customers.
Work was steady for the next two hours, but she felt his eyes on her with every move she made.
“I’m gonna stay at Carrie’s place tonight. You gonna be okay with him?” Michael asked as they flipped off the lights and headed toward the door.
She peeked out the blinds at Brecken, who was leaning casually against the side of his car staring straight at her through the window. “I’ll be fine, but thank you.”
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out the door and hardened her heart the best she could.
40
Brecken
Watching January workbehind the bar for the last two hours was like foreplay. He was so keyed up that he could barely utter a complete sentence as he drove the short distance to her apartment. It’d been only a week since the last time he had been there, but so much had changed. He felt so much older and more cynical than the man he’d been then. Who would have thought that was possible?
The ride up the elevator, like the drive to her apartment, was quiet. She stood an arm’s length away from him, her body language stiff and closed off. He didn’t know who she thought she was fooling. He could see it in her heavy-lidded eyes, the flush in her face, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her. He’d bet if he slid his hand down the front of her tight jeans, he would find her panties soaked from the sexual tension burning between them.
She let them into the apartment and tossed her purse on the counter.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asked, opening the fridge. “We have wine, beer, or Diet Coke.”
“No, thanks.”
She shrugged and popped the cap on the soda in her hands. “Suit yourself.”
She was playing tough. Acting. Well, she was tough, just not when it came to him. He was her kryptonite the same way she was his. And that was his strategy.
“Sit, please.” He motioned to the couch. “I just want a chance to talk. If you don’t want to see me after that, then I’ll leave.”
The couch settled under her weight. She sat stiffly, facing forward with her soda in hand.
Brushing her knee with his fingertips, he inched just a little closer to her. Her head jerked around to see the spot where his hand rested, but she didn’t move away as she dragged her eyes up his body until they met his.
So much lust burned there that he couldn’t stop himself from closing the distance between them. He moved before she registered his intention, which may have not been the best plan considering she was holding a nearly full can of Diet Coke. The cold liquid spilled down the front of his pants, and he had little choice but to stand and assess the damage.
She looked from his pants to her wet blouse, and when he was sure she was going to stand and hurry to get a towel or scold him for making her spill her drink, she laughed. It started small and then built. In seconds, she was laughing so hard no noise was coming out. He laughed with her, but as it started to trickle away, he glanced at her shirt and honed in on her clearly defined nipples poking through the wet material. Her eyes followed his gaze. He made no attempt to hide his desire for her. He was painfully hard in a fraction of a second.
It wasn’t clear which one of them moved next, but they collided in the middle, stripping wet clothes off each other and falling back onto the couch a tangle of limbs.
She giggled through their kisses, and every part of it just felt right. He pushed all the shit that happened as far from his thoughts as he could and focused on January. Not a difficult task with her tits pressed up against him.
He leaned down and bit the ruby around her neck. It filled him with hope that she was still wearing it. Holding the gem in his mouth, he kissed her. The jewel clanked against their teeth until he released it so he could sweep his tongue against hers.
She tasted of Diet Coke, which was suddenly his all-time favorite drink, and he wanted to drown himself in it. In her.
Her moves were frantic and bold, and she took him completely by surprise when she fell to her knees beside the couch, taking him in her mouth. Her dark hair fell around her face, and he pulled it back, holding it so he could watch as her pink lips glided up and down his length. She made little noises as she licked and sucked, moans of pleasure, as if sucking his dick brought her as much pleasure as it brought him.
Nothing had ever felt this good, he was certain of that with every fiber of his being. Her perfect fucking mouth. If he died this instant, he’d go out on the highest note of his life. It was a moment so perfectly frozen in time that he was afraid to stop it, but if he didn’t, the night was going to end a hell of a lot sooner than he’d planned.
Grasping her head on either side, he pulled her up gently and urged to straddle his hips. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, and he took advantage of the position, plunging her down on top of him and filling her until he couldn’t go any deeper.
