Page 42 of Mister Cowboy
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It was wellpast midnight when he pulled up outside the bar. Michael’s Place was lit up in neon letters, casting off a fun and happy ray of light on the otherwise dark street. According to January’s latest text, they were still cleaning up for the night, so he knew she was still there.
Turning the car off, his fingers floated over the phone, willing his tired brain to come up with something witty to let her know he was outside.
Me: Need a ride home?
He held the phone in his lap and stared into the building through the window facing the street. There wasn’t much to see inside until her tall and slender form walked past the window, sending the hormones in his overgrown teenage boy body skyrocketing. She stopped in front of the window and pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans. Her face was turned to the side so he couldn’t read her expression as she held the phone in front of her, presumably reading his text.
Tapping his thumb restlessly on his cell, he waited for her to respond. Instead, she turned to the window with a huge grin on her face and their eyes locked. Brecken was out of the car and at the door as fast as his legs could carry him.
“What are you doing back?” Her expression hid none of her excitement, and it made his heart beat wildly in his chest.
“Does it matter?” he asked, not wanting to waste two seconds talking about anything other than her joining him in bed.
She closed the distance between them, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his mouth down hard against her soft lips. The heat from her body radiated onto him, and he soaked it up, pulling her tighter against his chest.
“Tell me you’re done working and I can take you to bed. Immediately.”
“I need to grab my purse and tell Michael I’m leaving.”
“One minute.”
“One minute?” Her forehead creased as she raised her brows and gave him a look that said she didn’t like being bossed around.
“Yes.” He walked around to the driver’s side of the car. “You have one minute before I go all caveman and drag you off to have my way with you.”
She stayed rooted firmly in place. “Seriously?”
“You seriously want to waste time objecting when every minute you delay is another minute until I can eat your tight pussy?”
That got her attention, and he could see her breathing hitch and her cheeks flush. “Be right back,” she rasped out and disappeared back inside while he let a smug smile pull on his lips.
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January
“One minuteand thirty-three seconds.”
She’d barely shut the passenger door before Brecken was pulling out onto the road, eyes steeled straight ahead. He was in some alpha caveman trance, and it was seriously hot. Not that she had any plans to let him boss her around outside the bedroom, but inside it… her core clenched just imagining it.
“You seriously timed me?” Her laugh echoed in the car, but it sounded all wrong for the moment.
They rode the rest of the way to her apartment in silence. Every second her anticipation climbed for what was about to go down. Sex with Brecken was always intense, but something had shifted and she had a feeling she’d never recover. He was about to destroy every other sexual encounter of her life. She wasn’t one who liked to build things up in her mind. That was the sort of thinking that could only lead to disappointment. But not tonight. She felt the weight of what was to come with such certainty she’d bet her life on it.
They practically raced to the elevator, but much to her disappointment, he didn’t so much as look her way as they ascended to the eighth floor. He was tapping his thumb against his thigh, and his mouth was moving slightly. She narrowed her gaze on his lips and bit back a smile.
Fumbling with her keys, she tried to unlock the door quickly. Brecken hung back, giving her space, but she was so keyed up it didn’t matter. Cursing under her breath, she finally opened the door and held it open as he stalked inside. With her back to him, she set her keys and purse down on the counter and turned to face him.
“Were you counting just now in the elevator?”
The grin on her face slipped as she practically ran into Brecken. He was standing so close she could feel his shallow breathing. He dipped his head and ran his hands up over her arms as he spoke. “Either it was that or rip your clothes off in an elevator.”
So many questions ran through her mind, but the words died on her lips. She didn’t care why he was counting or even why he felt the need to pull out a relaxation technique. His feather light touch wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted rough. She wanted everything he could give, which judging by the dark look in his eyes might be more than she could take.
Instead of the frenzied pace she expected, he moved in slowly. Each touch made her ache for more, but she didn’t rush him. She took whatever he gave and let the sensations consume her.
“I missed you.” His hands slipped under her shirt and the contact of his rough hands against her warm skin moved up her sides, pushing her shirt with it until he slipped it over her head.
