concerned about where I park my Ducati, then you have a lot to learn.”
I close in on her. Surprisingly she holds her ground,
all cool, unaffected grace. Staring down, I respond to her taunt in
a low whisper, “Oh, I look forward to learning more, wildcat, a
lot more. In fact, I was planning on it, whether you extended
the invite to me or not.”
Her lush lips tip up at the corners. “Such
confidence. One drink, remember, cowboy? Nothing more, nothing
less. And I choose what questions I’d like to answer
tonight.”
She sets my blood on fire with that feisty
attitude of hers . I point a finger in the direction of my
weather-beaten Victorian, “C’mon then, sweetheart. You must be
thirsty.”
Like silk, the words fall ever so slowly from her
lips. “Oh, you haven’t a clue.”
“Well, we’ll fix that. Can’t promise you nothin’
fancy—no girlie drinks or that bullshit—but I’ll do my best to find
you somethin’ you’ll like.”
Her hips sway in a perfect sashay in front of me as I
stare in appreciation at her assets. Fuck, those skintight pants
are doing things to my dick that my head can’t keep up with. Slow
and easy, Brennan.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re very capable of accommodating me, cowboy.”
That’s it.
I lean in mid-stride, grasp her elbow and spin her
swiftly back and around to face me. A look of amusement flares in
her unusual pale eyes as I tell her quietly, “You’d best not go
teasin’ a man like me, sugar. Consequences will follow if you
do.”
Breathy, wild excitement threads her voice as she
plants a small palm in the center of my chest and lands me with,
“Whatever you have to offer, cowboy, you’d better believe that not
only can I handle it, but I would come back for numerous
rounds. You see, I am quite voracious.”
Christ, this woman was built for me .
“Fuuuukkk. You’re crazy, woman, you know that?”
“I’ve been called that and a lot worse in my
lifetime. Now, if we’re past the witty foreplay, how about that
drink?”
“Babydoll, haven’t even begun with the
foreplay, but yeah, get your little ass inside.”
“Are you always this much of a totally uncouth savage
around women, Mr. Brennan?”
“Not sure what the word before savage means, but it
ain’t often I chat one-on-one with women, especially not sober
women anything like you, so take it for what it is.”
“And what is it?”
“Male fucking interest. Pure and simple.”
Not waiting for an answer, I reach around her to
unlock the deadbolt. My knuckles scrape the wood as the key twists,
and peeling blue paint flakes off to flutter down onto the rotting,
tilted porch.
I lead her inside and flip on the light, half
expecting her to begin curiously look around; instead, she pivots
and faces me.
Her expression is calm and unreadable as she asks,
“Am I really here because you need answers about what you saw that
first night, or for some other reason?”
Moments pass before I reply with the truth, “Gotta be
honest, more for me gettin’ to know more about you rather than the
shit that went down by River Street. You’ve been on my mind, baby,
plain and simple. That work for you?”
Like she’s sharing a secret, she says in a sly
whisper, “I’ll let you know when it doesn’t anymore.”
“Spirited. Like that ’bout you.”
“They all do, cowboy.”
Pissed, I lean in and practically grind out, “Dammit
girl, now don’t go comparin’ me to no other men from your past,
’cause I promise you that I’m not like anyone you’ve ever crossed
paths with.”
She blinks twice, as if my blunt honesty somehow
startled her. Then she replies carefully, “No, no, you’re
definitely not.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, the sexual
tension simmering between us, threatening to boil over. Don’t
scare her. She’s in your house. Ease any fear she might have so she
won’t bolt. Lighten things up ASAP.
“Shit, now where’s my manners? Let’s see what I have
around here to
I close in on her. Surprisingly she holds her ground,
all cool, unaffected grace. Staring down, I respond to her taunt in
a low whisper, “Oh, I look forward to learning more, wildcat, a
lot more. In fact, I was planning on it, whether you extended
the invite to me or not.”
Her lush lips tip up at the corners. “Such
confidence. One drink, remember, cowboy? Nothing more, nothing
less. And I choose what questions I’d like to answer
tonight.”
She sets my blood on fire with that feisty
attitude of hers . I point a finger in the direction of my
weather-beaten Victorian, “C’mon then, sweetheart. You must be
thirsty.”
Like silk, the words fall ever so slowly from her
lips. “Oh, you haven’t a clue.”
“Well, we’ll fix that. Can’t promise you nothin’
fancy—no girlie drinks or that bullshit—but I’ll do my best to find
you somethin’ you’ll like.”
Her hips sway in a perfect sashay in front of me as I
stare in appreciation at her assets. Fuck, those skintight pants
are doing things to my dick that my head can’t keep up with. Slow
and easy, Brennan.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re very capable of accommodating me, cowboy.”
That’s it.
I lean in mid-stride, grasp her elbow and spin her
swiftly back and around to face me. A look of amusement flares in
her unusual pale eyes as I tell her quietly, “You’d best not go
teasin’ a man like me, sugar. Consequences will follow if you
do.”
Breathy, wild excitement threads her voice as she
plants a small palm in the center of my chest and lands me with,
“Whatever you have to offer, cowboy, you’d better believe that not
only can I handle it, but I would come back for numerous
rounds. You see, I am quite voracious.”
Christ, this woman was built for me .
“Fuuuukkk. You’re crazy, woman, you know that?”
“I’ve been called that and a lot worse in my
lifetime. Now, if we’re past the witty foreplay, how about that
drink?”
“Babydoll, haven’t even begun with the
foreplay, but yeah, get your little ass inside.”
“Are you always this much of a totally uncouth savage
around women, Mr. Brennan?”
“Not sure what the word before savage means, but it
ain’t often I chat one-on-one with women, especially not sober
women anything like you, so take it for what it is.”
“And what is it?”
“Male fucking interest. Pure and simple.”
Not waiting for an answer, I reach around her to
unlock the deadbolt. My knuckles scrape the wood as the key twists,
and peeling blue paint flakes off to flutter down onto the rotting,
tilted porch.
I lead her inside and flip on the light, half
expecting her to begin curiously look around; instead, she pivots
and faces me.
Her expression is calm and unreadable as she asks,
“Am I really here because you need answers about what you saw that
first night, or for some other reason?”
Moments pass before I reply with the truth, “Gotta be
honest, more for me gettin’ to know more about you rather than the
shit that went down by River Street. You’ve been on my mind, baby,
plain and simple. That work for you?”
Like she’s sharing a secret, she says in a sly
whisper, “I’ll let you know when it doesn’t anymore.”
“Spirited. Like that ’bout you.”
“They all do, cowboy.”
Pissed, I lean in and practically grind out, “Dammit
girl, now don’t go comparin’ me to no other men from your past,
’cause I promise you that I’m not like anyone you’ve ever crossed
paths with.”
She blinks twice, as if my blunt honesty somehow
startled her. Then she replies carefully, “No, no, you’re
definitely not.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, the sexual
tension simmering between us, threatening to boil over. Don’t
scare her. She’s in your house. Ease any fear she might have so she
won’t bolt. Lighten things up ASAP.
“Shit, now where’s my manners? Let’s see what I have
around here to
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