Page 20 of Ride a Cowboy

He studied her face closely, clearly checking for some sign she was lying.

“I’m serious.” She was.

Hank nodded slowly. “Will it piss you off to know I sort of like that it bothered you?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You like that?”

He grinned and tightened his grip on her waist. “Means you’re starting to care about me enough to be jealous. Now you know how I feel about Porter.”

“You didn’t act jealous when I told you. You said you were glad I was there for him.”

“I am glad about that. But it’s rare to feel just one way about something when it involves a person you care about. The understanding part of me spoke out loud, reassured you it was okay. Because it is. The jealous part of me kept quiet while plotting out all the ways I could make Porter pay for sleeping with you first.”

She winced. “Poor Porter.”

He winked, but didn’t take back the threat.

She bit her lower lip and confessed the rest. “I’m starting to hate Sharon because she had you for twenty years, because you loved her so much. That’s weird. And wrong, I know it.”

“We’re only human, Macie. Neither one of us is bad people for feeling the way we do.”

She rose up on tiptoe to kiss him. Hank got her. After a lifetime of having most folks look at her like she was a lunatic, it was refreshing and exciting to have someone look inside her slightly twisted brain and make sense of it. More than that, he wasn’t turned off by it.

“You going to get on that bed?”

He was still giving her the choice, but this time the clever man laced his tone with a dare. Which was like waving a red flag in front of a raging bull.

She stepped out of his arms and backed toward the bed. Once the back of her thighs hit the mattress, she sank down. Any issues she had with the silk comforter vanished the second her ass hit it. It really was soft. And sexy.

A girl could get used to this kind of indulgence. Beat the hell out of her cotton bed-in-a-bag set that she bought on sale at Walmart.

Hank remained where she left him, his gaze traveling down her body and back again.

“Like what you see?” she asked as she sat on the edge.

“I will. Once you do what I told you to.”

She had hoped he would forget that last part. While Macie wasn’t lacking in self-confidence, she wasn’t experienced enough to feel comfortable putting it all out there for inspection.

“Hank—” she started.

He took the steps necessary to reach her, his strong hands gripping her ankles and tugging her legs apart. The element of surprise worked in his favor, because she was wide open with Hank kneeling between her legs before she even realized his intent.

“God, you move fast.”

His eyes flashed to her face briefly before returning to her pussy. “Told you in the truck. My patience is running out.”

That was all the explanation he offered as he leaned closer and ran his tongue along her opening.

Macie dropped to her back with a groan. “Holy shit.”

Most guys acted like going down on a woman was a chore. Hank didn’t seem to begrudge the task. He actually seemed to enjoy it.

With his fingers and tongue, he had her gasping for air and pleading for sex in no time at all. “Please, Hank.”

She gripped his dark brown hair, loving the thickness of it, the way there was enough to tug. There were just a few strands of gray at the temples that she found completely adorable for some reason.

She intended to use her grip on his hair to her advantage, pulling it in hopes that he’d follow her direction. Macie wanted him on top of her, inside her.

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