Page 67 of Rough Ride

“You didn’t need to bring me along for the ride,” I said while nuzzling at his tan neck.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” he crooned at me. “Because there’s no way in a TexashellI could pull out of you. Not even for a few seconds.”

The deadbolt slammed into place with an emphatic sound.

“Now,” he said. “Where were we?”

Rather than return to the boxes, he placed me on the edge of a table, kicking one of the chairs out of the way to give him room to maneuver. He bottomed out inside of me again, leaning in for another tongue-flicking kiss, then pulled back to smile at me.

And finally his hand slid down between my legs.

I tilted my head back and let out a cry of uninhibited bliss as he resumed his sultry work. My cries must have driven him on, because soon his movements became wild and unhinged, rocking the table as he slammed into me. The coil of pleasure inside me wrapped tighter and tighter until it was a ball of pure energy, vibrating with instability like a bomb that was going to explode.

There on the precipice of coming undone, I gazed into Eli’s brown eyes and saw my emotions mirrored back at me. Everything in the world disappeared around us; all I could feel was the wonderful way he was pistoning into me, hard and so damndeep, both of us lost in each other as we savored every breathless, greedy thrust.

I fell to pieces, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Eli’s eyes widened as he drank in the sight of my undoing, fingers taking possession of my clit as every atom in my body was destroyed and then came back together again in the dark room.

30

Elijah

Well, I hadn’t expectedthisto happen tonight.

My intention had been to tease things out. That was a secret I held dear to my heart: don’t rush into anything too fast. Draw it out, make it last a little longer. That was the key to winning over a woman. Hell, it was the key to a lot of things in life. Being patient. Making the other person wait until they couldn’t possibly go another second without giving in, until both of you were practicallyvibratingwith desire.

I had reached that point by the time I sang my final song up on that stage. I was singing directly to Sophie by that point, unable to take my eyes off her in the crowded room. But it might as well have been empty for all the attention I was paying everyone else. When Sophie was in a room, she was like a lighthouse: a bright point surrounded by darkness, beckoning me home.

And while she listened to the song from behind the bar, she was giving me the biggest fuck-me eyes I’d ever seen.

There was no way I could wait until she got off work at two in the morning. And there was definitely no chance of me waitinguntil I took her out on a real date. No man hadthatmuch patience.

But when I hopped off stage and fought through the crowd of people to reach the bar, she wasn’t there.

“Just missed her,” Johnny said. “Went off to do some work somewhere else.”

Fuck.

“Better luck next time,” Johnny said without any humor, then wandered away with his beer.

“Hey, cowboy?” the replacement bartender said to me. I recognized her as Sophie’s friend.

“Sorry, darlin’,” I said, “but I’ve only got eyes for one bartender tonight.”

She rolled her eyes and showed me a wedding band hanging from a chain around her neck. “I’m taken. What I wasgoingto say before you interrupted me…” She leaned across the bar to whisper in my ear. “Sophie’s waiting for you. She’s in the storage room behind the main honky tonk room. It’s next to the painting of the pink longhorn. Can’t miss it.”

I searched her eyes for any hint that she wasn’t telling the truth. “I’ve already been pranked once tonight. Don’t think I’ll allow myself to get pranked twice.”

“I promise you this isn’t a prank. I’m Sophie’s best friend, and I’m telling you this is your chance.” She slammed a shot glass down on the bar and quickly filled it with whiskey. “For courage.”

I picked up the shot with two fingers, knocked it back, and carefully placed it back down.

“Atta boy,” she said as I left.

“You headed home?” Johnny asked as I left the room. “You’re my ride.”

“I’ve got to go see a man about a horse,” I replied with a grin. “I’ll be back.”

I weaved through the crowd, eventually finding the room in question. And sure enough, Sophie was inside, cutting open a box with a pair of scissors. She bent over the box, giving me the most beautiful view of her perfect ass in those cut-off jean shorts. My heart raced at the sight, and I wondered if this was a mistake. If I had misread things between us.

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