Page 59 of Blame It On Midnight

“Oh my.” Bunny looked mesmerized. “This has to be your cowboy.”

Cheeks pink, because not only was Benton looking at her, but the crush of folks on the other side of Bunny were listening as well. How did she answer? He wasn’t her cowboy, not really. She wasn’t sure what he was, other than the man she was sleeping with.

“The name’s Benton,” he said with a grin. Then his eyes scorched a path across her chest. “And yes, I’m her cowboy.”

Bunny raised her eyebrows comically.

“I think we’re ready to order,” David said, before turning to his sister. “What do you want?”

“Collins’ cowboy.” Her reply was deadpan.

“He’s not on the menu.” David gave Collins that long-suffering look she was getting used to.

“In that case,” Bunny said, finally looking at the menu. “I’ll have a bowl of chili and Texas toast.”

Collins spent the night, light on her feet, selling booze and food while keeping an eye on her cowboy. And he was hers. Of that there was no doubt. She’d counted at least five women who’d made their way over to him. Five women who’d flirted outrageously. Five women he’d sent away. Five women who would never know what it felt like to have him in their beds.

At midnight, Bunny and David left. The older woman handed Collins cash to cover their tab and winked. “Well done.”

Bemused, Collins watched them leave and got busy filling orders for Jo and the other serving staff. The band was well into their last set by this time, and the bar was still full. She noticed Millie Sue near Benton, and the two of them looked as if they were having an intense conversation. She watched them a few moments longer, but then Jo needed an order filled, and she turned away. She wondered what it was they were talking about, and assumed it was family-related. She thought of Daisy Mae. The woman had done everything except mark her territory like a dog, and she was gunning for Benton. She definitely wanted Collins out of his life.

The rest of the evening flew by, and when it was closing time, Millie Sue told her she could leave.

“But what about the clean up?”

“You’ve already done a lot of it. Zach and I will get the bar prepped for tomorrow.” She looked at Benton with a half-smile. “He doesn’t have it in him to hang around here much longer.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Definitely sure.” Millie Sue chuckled. “Get him out of here.”

Collins grabbed her purse from under the bar, then leaned over so that her face was only a whisper from his. “Where you headed, cowboy?”

“You tell me.”

She dropped a kiss onto his mouth, then started for the exit. Didn’t take long for Benton to fall in step beside her, and the two of them headed out into the warm, sultry moonlit night. Her truck was parked behind the bar in staff parking, half hidden by shadows, and just as they reached it, he grabbed her up, slowly pushed her back into the vehicle, then pressed his mouth to her neck.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he muttered against her skin.

“Then don’t.” Her hands crept up to his shoulders, the fingers dug in while he slid his mouth overtop hers. She opened for him, loving the taste and feel as he deepened their kiss. Her legs liquefied. Her heart expanded, the beats hard and fast. She groaned, thrust her hips at him, and he tore his mouth from hers. Breath ragged. Eyes dark, filled with the kind of wickedness she craved.

He reached for her jeans. Slipped his hand under the band, then slowly undid the button before tugging on the zipper. Collins bit her lip when his fingers slid underneath her undies, the fingers long and searching.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, lowering his head. Her nipples were erect and he closed his hot mouth over her thin T-shirt, while he began to massage her clit gently. Collins threw back her head, banged it on the window, and even that sharp sliver of pain felt good.

She whimpered, managed to mutter, “harder.”

Benton smiled up at her, his mouth still at her breasts. “Not yet, darlin’.”

He continued to stroke, his touch light and quick, and when that ball of heat inside of her began to expand, she clawed at him. It was white-hot. Big and sharp and so intense she thought she would come apart.

She didn’t care that they were in a parking lot. Didn’t care that if anyone walked out from the kitchen, they’d probably see the two of them half naked, rutting like animals. That particular thought made her want him more.

“I need you inside me,” she said, roughly, squirming as she tried to reach for him.

“Hold on, kitten.” His voice was rough. He yanked down her jeans. Told her to spread her legs as much as she could. She sank back onto the truck and complied, the smell of her sex in the air. She wondered if he noticed. Then lost her mind when Benton opened his jeans. He took out his cock, placed one hand on the truck, and with his other, guided himself inside her. He felt so good, she wanted to cry. He eased in gently, a wicked grin on his face. “Don’t move,” he warned, eyes on her upturned face. “Let me do the work.”

He began to slowly rock into her, filling her completely. At first, it was a tease, the kind that made her cry out in frustration, which only made his grin more wicked. More beautiful. She began to thrash her head; the sex was that exquisite, but he wasn’t having it.

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