Page 12 of Ride a Cowboy

“You’ve got that just been fucked glow about you,” Amanda said.

Macie gave them a playful shrug, but didn’t bother to wipe the shit-eating grin off her face. “A lady never tells.”

“You’re no lady,” Brandi said. “Give us the goods.”

“Goods on what?” her dad asked, coming up to stand behind her friends.

Macie rolled her eyes. “What is it with you? Bionic hearing? I’ve spent my whole life trying to figure out how you know exactly when to appear in hopes of getting a bit of gossip.”

Dad held his hands palm up in a cocky manner. “What can I say? It’s a talent. Actually, I just listen for key words and phrases. So what goods are you giving us?”

There was no way in hell Macie was discussing her sex life with her father. “There is no gossip to be had. I was just discussing my plans for their wedding ceremony.”

Amanda and Brandi had asked Macie to officiate their wedding, and while that particular goal hadn’t been on Macie’s bucket list prior to the request, it sure as hell was after. She’d filled out the appropriate paperwork and been approved by the judge, who was her uncle, so it wasn’t like that was a tough hurdle, to become a one-time-only officiate.

And ever since then, she’d been struggling to find the right words to say as she worked on writing the ceremony.

But that was a problem for another day. The wedding was still a couple months away. Today, she was too wrapped up in the lust that lingered from last night’s unexpected adventure with Hank.

After he’d rocked her world in his kitchen, he’d led her to his bedroom. She thought he was going to give in to her request to fuck her, but the bastard had other plans. Instead, he had tied her hands to his headboard—holy mother of the god of hotness—and made her come again. That time with his mouth.

Then he’d untied her, tucked her close, and gone to sleep. No amount of prodding on her part could convince him to fuck her. And when she started to slip beneath the sheets, intent on giving him some of the pleasure he’d shown her, he had grabbed a fistful of her hair and threatened to spank her if she kept trying to change his mind.

Between the slight burning in her scalp and the dangerously erotic tone that told him he was dead serious about the spanking, Macie had almost come again.

It was madness. Bliss. Heaven.

Then this morning, he’d driven her back to her apartment and said goodbye with a kiss that nearly blew the top of her head off.

And that was it.

He’d said nothing about when—or if—he’d see her again. Not that she had any reason to believe they wouldn’t have a second date. At least, she hoped they would. Hoped she hadn’t done anything to bring him to his senses or change his mind.

Sometimes it was hard for her to judge though. After all, in typical fashion, she’d let her mouth run away with her, so who knew what Hank thought. Maybe he’d been glad to be rid of her.

Her dad scoffed at her lie. “The wedding? Chick stuff. Boring. Moving on.” He walked away without another word.

Her friends laughed and shook their heads. “There’s something seriously wrong with your dad,” Amanda joked.

“Tell me about it.”

“So enough stalling. Kiss and tell,” Brandi insisted.

“Kiss and tell about what?” Macie’s sister, Adele, filled the spot just vacated by their father.

Macie rubbed her temple and feigned a headache. “I’m going to find a new job. In a new town. Where no one I’m related to lives.”

Adele dismissed that threat for the bullshit it was, not willing to be distracted from the matter at hand. “Who’d you kiss?”

Mercifully, Adele wasn’t known for being overly observant, which meant her sister probably hadn’t even realized Macie left the same time as Hank.

And while she had never been one for secrets—not with her friends, her cousins, or her sister—for some weird reason, she wanted her night with Hank to just be hers. It felt too new, too special to share.

“No one. The girls are seeing things that aren’t there.”

Adele looked like she wanted to press, but Oakley called out her name, asking if she’d refill his soda. Her sister moved on begrudgingly.

Which left four inquisitive eyes pointed in her direction.

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