Page 89 of Mister Cowboy
“Yep, now all I need is a woman to marry and bear my children. Got any single friends?”
She shook her head. “Oh my God, you’re as much of a caveman as he is.”
Henry winked before turning to his half-brother. “Brecken, where are all the women you promised me? All the ladies here are taken.”
Brecken’s lip pulled up into a grin. “I brought you to a place overflowing with women.” He motioned with his head downstairs. “As for reeling one in, that’s all you.”
The conversation flowed, as did the drinks. Henry told story after story, each one he wove together so perfectly that the room hung on his every word. She listened with one ear, the other tuned to every laugh or shuffle of feet that came from Brecken’s direction. Each time she found the courage to glance at him, his gaze was focused not on Henry, but on her.
When there was a lull between Henry’s storytelling, she excused herself. Her mumbled explanation that she needed to visit the ladies’ room was only in part because she actually had to go. She walked away from the intensity radiating off Brecken, breathing a little easier with each step.
When she reemerged, she kept her eyes down and slid past the stream of people in the hallway. As she reached the end of the hall, an arm reached around her waist, pulling her into a dark corner.
“Oh my God, you scared me.” She glowered and slapped at Brecken’s chest. His mouth curved into a smile, but his eyes had the same dark intensity they’d had all night.
“That was the idea.” He pulled her closer against his hard body and leaned down until his mouth skimmed her bare collarbone. She closed her eyes and let the sensation spread through her body. The time without his touch had left her needy and vulnerable.
“Dance with me,” she asked, knowing damn well he didn’t dance.
She backed up, keeping a tight grip on his hand, forcing him to move with her or break contact. He stepped forward, and she turned her head so he wouldn’t see her triumphant smile.
She stayed out of the center tonight, instead moving to the far corner between the back wall and the crowd of people moving their bodies in rhythm with the music.
Pushing him against the wall, she broke free of their connection and stepped a few steps in front of him, dancing for him. At first, she had to block out the feelings of insecurity as she swayed her body with the beat, but before the first song had ended, she was dancing with reckless abandon. She let her body move for him, call to him.
She crooked a finger at him to join her, but he shook his head, not moving. Determined, she used the wall to her advantage, dancing against him where he had nowhere else to go.
“All you have to do is stand there, stud,” she called over the music.
Grinding against him and then pulling away, she teased his body with hers. A new confidence flowed through her body at her ability to make him this hard from only a dance until he placed a hand at her hip and drew her against him, turning them so her back was at the wall.
With both hands on the wall above her head he moved his hips, imitating her movements from moments before then crushing his body against hers. He ground into her, hitting the spot that had been aching without him. Slow circles and rough movements against her. He turned the tables so quickly she’d forgotten this had been about teasing him and not the other way around.
Inhaling sharply, she held her breath as he leaned in. His lips barely grazed against hers before he pulled back, teasing and taunting with his own torture.
“Are you feeling a little frustrated?”
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
One hand dropped to her thigh, moving up and under her dress until his fingers brushed against the seam of her panties.
Whimpering, she bit down harder on her lip.
“Are you sure? I’m only thinking of your comfort,” he said, slipping one long finger underneath the lacy material.
She caved, moving her body to give him better access.
A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he withdrew his hand. “I’d like to tease and torture you right here until you rip your dress off and beg me to fuck you, but I’m so fucking hard I’m afraid I might be tempted to do it.”
Truth was that she was close to already being there.
“Come on,” he said, turning and pulling her by the hand. He shuffled her in front of him and pulled her against him. She let out a little chuckle at the bulge in his pants. “Your fault, woman. I’m hiding an erection like a fourteen-year-old.”
Stepping up from the final step into VIP, she did a double-take at the handsome, new addition standing casually sans cowboy gear. “Oh my God, Timothy. What are you doing here?” She started to step forward to hug him and get a closer look at his non-cowboy attire, but Brecken held her firmly in place against him.
Timothy smiled and looked down at his black dress slacks. “Stick out like a sore thumb, do I?”
She shook her head. “No. You look great.”
