Page 49 of Cowboys Can't Kiss
A grand display of my feelings is what I want. To show Jackson he won me over. A brilliant plan to tell this tender man that he convinced me not all cowboys will break my heart, and I’ll date him.
But for the first time ever, my mind is blank for a romantic way to do it. It’s literally my job and I’m fresh out of ideas.
Ignoring the ball of nerves that sits in my gut, I grab my shave kit and head to the bathroom.
Tonight, I’m telling Jackson I want more than his friendship.
It might be eloquent, or it might not.
But it’s happening tonight.
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The country music is on point tonight and I sway to the tunes more than usual. For once, I don’t mind being out at the bar with the guys. Still not my favourite thing, though.
Hunter tips his chin at a pair of younger guysnotdiscreetly eyeballing us from the corner.
“I like the taller guy.” He turns to me. “Want to come with?”
The other one in the pair is attractive, and I know just by how he’s been whipping his head around the bar tonight, he clearly wants to bag a belt buckle. Which is fine. I might be the one to do it. Maybe.
“What if I don’t like him and what he wants?”
Hunter raises an eyebrow with a smirk. “Then I’ll take both of them.”
Coughing into my fist, I shake my head at Hunter’s bold statement.
“If that’s what you want.”
He downs the rest of his drink and places it on a table behind us.
“Oh, I want. Come on.”
The crowd parts for us as we approach the two younger men, and I have to laugh a little. Only in rodeo country are we treated like gods and rock stars because we wear hats and belt buckles. I’dprefer to leave the hat at home, but the guys tell me it’s a babe magnet.
When we stop in front of the pair, Hunter nods and turns the charm dial up to a hundred.
“Good evening, gentlemen. My friend and I couldn’t help but notice you’re here alone. Would you have room for some company?”
The tall one immediately pats his lap with a sultry grin.
“My lap has room, sugar.” He taps his thigh, and Hunter raises an eyebrow again.
“Since I’m bigger, why don’t we trade places, and you can sit in my lap instead?”
“How big?” the man breathes and I’m almost embarrassed for him.
Hunter chuckles as the man scrambles off this seat and motions for Hunter to take it. Hunter does, but on his way down, he grabs the man and pulls him into his lap.
“Oh! Hello, Daddy,” the man purrs, and Hunter laughs again.
“Just call me Hunter.”
“Sam.”
The two of them fly past any form of flirting and head straight into kissing as Hunter holds the man’s head still with his hand around his jaw.
