wingman.” She glared at him and punched his arm playfully. “You’re my friend, Thomas. Sex with you would be…just…gross.”
His handsome smile disappeared. “Oh, thanks for stomping all over my ego.”
“Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”
“You’re one of the few women who’s ever really interested me.”
“Really? Liar. I’ve heard too many stories about your many conquests. All of them. I’m not flattered. Even if it was the truth, I know why you want me. I’m one of the few who can resist you. I’ve seen you in diapers.”
“And out of them. There’s more to me now.” He ran a hand around her waist and bent to kiss her neck. His hard cock pressed against her thigh when he kissed his way to her ear. “See. And I like your firm, round ass, hon. I’ve always dreamed about taking you there while some stud pounds into mine.”
“Oh, my God, Thomas. Too. Much. Information!” She inhaled and swallowed. The thought was so outrageous she couldn’t even think of a comment.
“Are you blushing, Lacey? I didn’t think there was anything I could say anymore that could make you blush. Uh, unless… Are you thinking about it?” He released a loud snort. “Tell me you are.”
“Hush!” Her cheeks were hot. “I am not thinking about it. Why are you doing this to me tonight?”
They’d been close all their lives. He’d always been there for her and for Bryan. Tonight Thomas’s behavior was way out of character.
“Why can’t we be BFWB?”
“What?”
“Best friends with benefits! Everyone’s doing it.”
“Not us. I want to stay best friends.”
“Tomorrow is the reunion. You going with anyone?”
“N–no…” What was he getting at?
“He’ll be there… I saw his name on the list.” Thomas lifted his beer and turned away from her. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Is that what this is all about? Oh, please tell me you’re not offering me a pity fuck, Thomas.”
“Pity?” He had the audacity to laugh in her face. “Dance with me, Lacey.” He shook his head and pressed his finger to her lips when she started to object. “Humor me and shush.”
He pulled her off the barstool, took her glass out of her hand, and put it on the bar. “Keep your eye on our drinks, Donna.”
She nodded, still not turning her attention away from the cowboy with the tight shirt and biceps to die for. Before Lacey knew where she was heading, she and Thomas were moving through the tight-knit crowd toward the back of the dance floor.
He hauled her into his embrace and whispered, “Watch the guys who are hanging around back here, and then ask me that question again.” He cocked a brow in the direction of a few ranch hands she recognized. A couple of them had tried to get her attention when she came into town for supplies. Billy Trenton had even ridden out to the ranch, making an excuse to see her over some old tires he heard she was looking at for her tractor. Sure, she was aware several of the guys were interested, but they’d been easy enough to refuse.
Thomas put his hands on her hips and walked her out to the middle of the dance floor, leaned into her ear, and said, “There’s not a male breathing who would consider you a pity fuck. Trust me. I’m about to prove it to you.”
“You’re gay—”
“Correction. Bi. I know what I am and you should be flattered it’s never prevented my dick from getting hard around you.”
“I’m not flattered. You should be more discriminating.”
“I’d jump at the chance to bury myself inside your ass while some nice cowboy rides your pussy.” He pulled her tighter to him, and rubbed himself against her mound to prove it. “Or vice versa. I like to be fucked while I’m fucking. So sue me.”
“Slut,” she whispered as he swung her out of his embrace.
Thomas opened his mouth wide, threw his head back, and laughed. “So true, hon. So true.”
Then he enfolded her in his arms and two-stepped her around the
His handsome smile disappeared. “Oh, thanks for stomping all over my ego.”
“Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”
“You’re one of the few women who’s ever really interested me.”
“Really? Liar. I’ve heard too many stories about your many conquests. All of them. I’m not flattered. Even if it was the truth, I know why you want me. I’m one of the few who can resist you. I’ve seen you in diapers.”
“And out of them. There’s more to me now.” He ran a hand around her waist and bent to kiss her neck. His hard cock pressed against her thigh when he kissed his way to her ear. “See. And I like your firm, round ass, hon. I’ve always dreamed about taking you there while some stud pounds into mine.”
“Oh, my God, Thomas. Too. Much. Information!” She inhaled and swallowed. The thought was so outrageous she couldn’t even think of a comment.
“Are you blushing, Lacey? I didn’t think there was anything I could say anymore that could make you blush. Uh, unless… Are you thinking about it?” He released a loud snort. “Tell me you are.”
“Hush!” Her cheeks were hot. “I am not thinking about it. Why are you doing this to me tonight?”
They’d been close all their lives. He’d always been there for her and for Bryan. Tonight Thomas’s behavior was way out of character.
“Why can’t we be BFWB?”
“What?”
“Best friends with benefits! Everyone’s doing it.”
“Not us. I want to stay best friends.”
“Tomorrow is the reunion. You going with anyone?”
“N–no…” What was he getting at?
“He’ll be there… I saw his name on the list.” Thomas lifted his beer and turned away from her. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Is that what this is all about? Oh, please tell me you’re not offering me a pity fuck, Thomas.”
“Pity?” He had the audacity to laugh in her face. “Dance with me, Lacey.” He shook his head and pressed his finger to her lips when she started to object. “Humor me and shush.”
He pulled her off the barstool, took her glass out of her hand, and put it on the bar. “Keep your eye on our drinks, Donna.”
She nodded, still not turning her attention away from the cowboy with the tight shirt and biceps to die for. Before Lacey knew where she was heading, she and Thomas were moving through the tight-knit crowd toward the back of the dance floor.
He hauled her into his embrace and whispered, “Watch the guys who are hanging around back here, and then ask me that question again.” He cocked a brow in the direction of a few ranch hands she recognized. A couple of them had tried to get her attention when she came into town for supplies. Billy Trenton had even ridden out to the ranch, making an excuse to see her over some old tires he heard she was looking at for her tractor. Sure, she was aware several of the guys were interested, but they’d been easy enough to refuse.
Thomas put his hands on her hips and walked her out to the middle of the dance floor, leaned into her ear, and said, “There’s not a male breathing who would consider you a pity fuck. Trust me. I’m about to prove it to you.”
“You’re gay—”
“Correction. Bi. I know what I am and you should be flattered it’s never prevented my dick from getting hard around you.”
“I’m not flattered. You should be more discriminating.”
“I’d jump at the chance to bury myself inside your ass while some nice cowboy rides your pussy.” He pulled her tighter to him, and rubbed himself against her mound to prove it. “Or vice versa. I like to be fucked while I’m fucking. So sue me.”
“Slut,” she whispered as he swung her out of his embrace.
Thomas opened his mouth wide, threw his head back, and laughed. “So true, hon. So true.”
Then he enfolded her in his arms and two-stepped her around the
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