Zack (Armed and Dangerous Book 1) by Cheyenne McCray

voice calm. “Did you think it might be Wade Larson?”
    “Wade? Why would you say that?”
    “I saw him after I stopped by your place.” Zack clenched the phone so hard his knuckles ached. “He made it clear you two are together.”
    Sky’s voice was filled with disbelief as she said, “He what!”
    A little of the tenseness in his body eased from Zack’s muscles. At least Sky didn’t think of herself as Larson’s woman, even if she might be dating the man.
    “He saw me coming from your place and gave me some advice. Told me in so many words to stay away from you.”
    “Well, that’s taking neighborliness a little far,” Sky muttered. “Is that what you called about?”
    Jesus, Hunter, you sound like a jealous fuckhead. Okay you are a jealous fuckhead—get over it. And get on with it.
    Zack cleared his throat. “I wanted to ask you something.”
    A long pause, then Sky said, “What?”
    How hard could it be? He swallowed, feeling like he should have had a few beers before calling her. “Ah, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me this Friday to the rodeo dance at the fairgrounds.”
    Silence. Too long. She finally said, “Are you asking me on a date?”
    She wasn’t going to make this easy. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
    A longer silence. “Why are you doing this?”
    “It’d be a start toward being friends.”
    What the hell am I saying?
    “Friends,” she repeated, her tone flat, even a little hard. “That’s all you want?”
    Zack rubbed his hand over his jaw as he pictured her beautiful face. “It’s a beginning,” he said.
    He heard a thump as if Sky had hit something beside her phone, hard. “A beginning to what?”
    This sure wasn’t going the way he’d wanted. What did you expect, Hunter? “Will you go with me or not?”
    Sky sighed and he imagined her fingers at her throat, the soft skin turning pink. “Tell you what,” she said. “I’ll be there, and I’ll save a dance for you.”
    “One dance?” Zack leaned back against the couch and stared at the ceiling. If that was all she’d give him, he’d take it. For now. “All right.”
    “See you Friday, then,” she said softly. God, but her voice was sexy. “So long, Zack.”
    “Later.” Zack ended the call and tossed the phone onto the couch.
    Shit. He’d gotten as far as getting her to agree to go. Now he just had to get her to spend more time with him, more than one dance.
    How the hell was he going to handle seeing any other man dance with her?
    Keep her too busy dancing with him to want to dance with another man.
    He got to his feet and headed to the bathroom to wash off the day’s grime and sweat from working out.
    Once he was beneath the hot spray, Zack couldn’t help but remember the times he and Sky had showered together. When he’d washed her hair, soaped her breasts, rinsed her off, and explored her naked body with his tongue and light nips of his teeth. And while under the spray he’d knelt and licked her folds until she cried out from the strength of her orgasm.
    Moist steam clouded the bathroom as Zack soaped his own body, imagining it was Sky’s hands washing him, stroking him. As he rinsed off, he took his cock in hand, wrapping his fingers around his erection. Warm water pelted his back and rolled down his spine as he closed his eyes and he worked himself from base to tip and back.
    He wanted to see her again. Spend time with her. Hear her voice for hours, and watch her smile. He wanted to know everything about this Sky, now, in the present—and fall in love with her all over again.
    Then he wanted to make love to her for hours. Days.
    Yeah, he could feel himself sinking into her. Her head thrown back, her hair a wild tangle of copper across his pillow, and she would be crying his name, shouting at him to go harder. Faster.
    Zack’s body corded as he came in a rush and he barely bit back a shout. He continued milking his cock, the semen squirting onto the glass shower door until he was