Page 15 of Cowboy Crush
I turn and check from over my shoulder. The guy from the hardware store has just walked in with what must be a few of his buddies. I turn my back to him even though I know he’s clearly seen me. “Great. He’s saving me that dance, you know?”
He smirks. “I guess I better stop occupying your time then.” He goes to stand right, but I grab ahold of his arm to stop him. When I do, it feels like I just stuck my hand into a fire. It burns and tingles. I think he feels it too because he looks from my eyes, to his arm, and back.
“No, please don’t leave me alone,” I tell him.
He stays seated on the edge of the pool table, wearing that cocky grin of his. “I guess I could occupy more of your time. Don’t give him a moment to steal you away.”
Somehow, the two of us got even closer. My shoulder is almost touching his as I stand at his side. “Are you saying that you’re going to dance with me?”
He turns his head away so I can’t see his face. “I’m not much of a dancer.”
“Well, how about we get a few more drinks first? The band is just now setting up anyway.” I put my stick back on the wall and start toward the bar, swaying my hips from side to side. Before I get too far away, I glance back at him. He’s still sitting on the edge of the pool table, but his eyes are glued to me. They’re darkening, and his jaw is cocked. I nod him on with my head, and he finally pushes his way up and starts in my direction. I stop at the bar and order another round. He’s back by my side in an instant.
“Your friends aren’t going to be upset that I’m taking up all your time, are they?”
I glance at the booth they’re sitting in. The two of them have already found some entertainment for the night. They each as a guy at their side. “Nah, I think they’re plenty occupied without me.”
Our drinks get put down, and I pick up my shot, holding it into the air.
“What is this drink dedicated to?”
“To having fun,” I reply, clanking my glass of his. I toss the shot back and swallow it down.
Somehow, hours pass, and the night only gets more fun. Jameson and I play a couple more games of pool before moving on to darts. The whole time we play these little bar games, we’re talking, laughing, and flirting. It’s like a switch in him has been flipped. He’s nothing like he was before. He’s friendly, funny, and sexy. His innocent little touches cause waves of need to wash over me. He steps around me, and his hips graze my ass. The next time he does it, his hand lands on my hip, holding me into place. Each touch is like getting struck by lightning. It causes goose bumps to prickle my skin, and every hair stands on end. My heart races, and my lungs forget to work, leaving me breathless.
We’ve had several rounds, and the band finally starts to play. Music fills the bar, and people begin to get up, moving to the dance floor. With our game of darts finished, I step in front of him with a smile. “So how about that dance?” I ask.
He lifts his bottle to his lips, and he takes a long drink. He studies me for a moment, and just as he opens his mouth to reply, someone steps up to my side. I turn to see the guy from the hardware store.
“So how about that dance?” he asks me.
My mouth drops open. What am I supposed to tell this guy? I don’t want to dance with him. Hasn’t he seen me with Jameson all night? What makes him think that I’m even available?
Jameson stands up, and he takes my hand in his. My heart jerks in his direction. He’s looking down at the other man with disgust. “Sorry, but I’ve already staked a claim on her tonight. Maybe another time,” he says, leading me to the dance floor.
10
JAMESON
Idon’t know what I’ve gotten myself into. All I know is that she’s beautiful, she smells good, and when she touches me, it feels good. With the buzz I have going, I’m not even thinking about anything other than right now. I’m staying in the moment, leaving my past where it belongs and pretending that the future doesn’t exist. Right now, I’m giving in to my every wish, want, desire. And what I desire is to feel her lips against mine.
On the dance floor, I pull her to my chest, and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her soft skin brushes against my scar, but she doesn’t seem to notice. It leaves the puckered skin tingling, almost burning. Nobody but my doctors and me have ever touched my scar. It was something I was always hyperaware of, though. I was embarrassed by it. Because of that, I lost everything. But tonight, my wires must be crossed because instead of that sensation going to a spot in my brain that makes me feel angry and hateful, it’s going to a place below the belt demanding more attention.
Her chest is pressing against mine, and when I look down between us, I see the way her breasts press together, thanks to the limited space. My hands are on her narrow waist as we move freely to the rhyme of the upbeat music. I catch her hand in mine, and I spin her around. That dress flares out into the air and spins with her, showing off more thigh and making my dick jump with excitement. Not wanting to give the whole bar a show, I pull her back against me, and my nose brushes her cheek as she giggles.
“You’re a pretty good dancer. I thought you said you couldn’t dance.”
“I never said I couldn’t. I said I don’t,” I remind her.
“With moves like these?” She grins. “Why not? Are you afraid you’ll earn yourself a few interested women?”
I laugh. “It looks like I’m not the only one with a fan club,” I say, noticing the way the guy from the hardware store has been staring at us.
She glances over and sees him still watching. Then she looks back up at me. “Maybe we should clue him in once and for all.”
“How do you suggest we do that?” I ask, noticing the way her tongue runs across her bottom lip.
“You’ll think of something.”
