Page 40 of Ropers Can't Tie Knots
“You’re married? For real?”
Both of us hold up our ringed fingers, and the man’s shoulders deflate. “Hall pass?” he asks me hopefully.
“Not on your life.”
twelve
Hunter
Gabe pissed off and proprietary is hot as fuck.
I never would’ve taken that guy home even if I were single. He’s much too young for me, and grabbing my hat was an instant strike. I only wear my hat to bars after events because it’s definitely a better magnet for sex than belt buckles, but tonight was different.
Gabe would be here, and I laid a pretty strong promise for him. This hat was his, and honestly, I didn’t even want to come to the bar tonight.
“The nerve of that kid. He can’t be more than twenty-five. Who just grabs a guy’s hat like that?” Gabe seethes as he watches the man’s back.
“You did the exact thing earlier, counsellor,” I remind him with a raised eyebrow, but Gabe doesn’t roll over.
“I have certain privileges as a husband, Hunter. That rule doesn’t apply to me.”
He’s so sure of himself and fiery as he moves closer to stake his claim. “Oh? I wasn’t aware that was a husband rule. What else?”
He leans close to whisper next to my ear. “No extra-marital sex. We agreed,Hunter.”
“I wasn’t going home with anyone but you, Gabe. We already agreed on no outside sex,” I murmur back, and he nods sharply, like we just agreed on eggs for breakfast and not about being exclusive during this arrangement.
“I want you to take me home,” he says, and all the hair on my arms stands with the lust that drips from his every word.
“Now?”
He huffs in annoyance, and it’s the cutest thing when he pushes up his glasses and glares at me.
“I want to ride the fucking cowboy, and don’t you dare change your mind. Not after everything you did and said tonight. Not to mention over the last week. I can’t…” he trails off and smashes his lips against mine. My arms immediately wrap around him and pull him closer as he kisses me right there in the busy bar.
When he finally allows us to breathe, I have to agree with him.
“Home sounds good. Let’s go.”
Taking his hand, I spin on my heel and lead us out of the bar. Once in the parking lot, we run to my truck, laughing, and it feels amazing. When have I ever run from a bar laughing, horny, and so into someone before?
Never. I’ve never felt like this and it’s scaring the fucking hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop either. Gabe makes me feel alive in every part of my being.
When we reach the truck, he doesn’t let go of my hand and instead pushes me against the driver’s side door.
“You know I need to drive to get us home,” I say with a laugh.
Gabe’s hands roam and cup my balls through my jeans. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you right now. I just need a little something to make it home.” He kisses me again and rubs at mycrotch while he presses his against my thigh. “God…Hunter…” he whispers, and the coarse want in his voice grips me like a vise, and I rip my mouth from his.
“Get in the truck, Gabe. Buckle up. I’m breaking speed limits.”
With a last kiss to my neck and a nip to the flesh for good measure, he does as I ask.
I get behind the wheel, focus enough to start the damn truck, and somehow drive home with Gabe next to me breathing so heavily I’d be concerned for his health if I wasn’t doing the same thing.
It’s a tense fifteen-minute drive, and when I finally pull into the ranch, I need to stretch my fingers out after gripping the steering wheel so tight the entire way home.
Gabe unbuckles and is out before I am. Instead of heading to the house or waiting for me, he meets me at the front of the truck and pulls me to him roughly. He kisses me again, urgent and possessive and…hot. So bloody hot. His fingers work my shirt buttons as I steer us towards the house.
