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“All right, duchess, let’s hit that dance floor.”
She gave me a nervous nod, and I escorted her to the area set up for line dancing. We took a spot off to the side so that I could teach her the basics. The song changed, replaced by the perfect number that was slow and steady.
“Come on, cutie. You’ve got this. Let’s give it a shot.”
I smiled, loving to see her throwing herself in headfirst. She stood next to me as everyone got into place, and then we were moving through the steps, flowing from one move to the other. Piper stumbled a few times, but it was all in good fun, and we were laughing up a storm halfway through.
Other alphas on the dance floor were glancing Piper’s way again, and when we hit a part of the dance where we needed to bow to people across from us, I couldn’t help but notice the way their eyes roamed over her from head to toe.
But Piper snorted lightly as we shuffled away, going through another round of the first steps. “Your ears are turning red, and you look like you’re going to pop a blood vessel,” she whispered with a giggle.
So, apparently, I was doing a shit job at hiding the jealousy.
“You know, if you want to stake your claim, you may as well pee on me and get it over with,” she said, playfully scrunching her nose.
Leaning to the side so I could whisper back, I kept my voice low and rumbly. “Duchess, there aremuchbetter ways to stake my claim, and they involve you, me, the back room of this place, and some of the best orgasms of your life. I'll have you crying out so loudly, every man in the vicinity will know you belong to me.”
Piper's eyes widened. “No… you… we…” Her sentence trailed off as her scent intensified. I couldn't help but smirk when it dawned on me that shelikedthat idea.Oh, that’s fantastic.
“Care to go for a little trip with me to the back, duchess?” I asked.
She bit her lip, and I wanted to be the one biting it. This was meant to be a fun, romantic evening, but she had derailed it by being so amazing. I was a possessive bastard, and I wanted my scent all over her. If I didn't think she would protest, I would have been scent marking her right then and there in the middle of the dance floor while people twirled around us.
Asking her to join me in the back was actually showing restraint for me.
“Let’s do it,” she whispered in a breathy voice.
Sweet Jesus, how did I get so lucky?
Chapter 35
Piper
“Just act casual,” Clay growled under his breath, his lips against my ear as he guided me toward the back wall of the bar.
My heart pounded with excitement as Clay and I slowly shuffled along with the music toward the two doors in the back right corner. A picture of her majesty Dolly Parton was plastered directly beside a tin cutout of the letter W.
Directly across from it was a similar setup but with John Wayne pictured beside a rusty riveted M.
Wordlessly, Clay navigated us to the edge of the cowboy-covered divider and dipped back behind the wooden panel to give the bathroom door a nudge and a look inside.
“Git over here.” He grinned devilishly, reaching out and grabbing my wrist, pulling me into the bathroom before throwing the latch on the door.
Of course the ladies room required a few stalls, even in a small town, but the gents of Sweetwater Springs could put up with a single. The walls were covered in old photos of cowboys from Sweetwater Springs and the silver screen, the metal rails and plain white porcelain sink the only unthemed items.
“Couldn’t wait till we got home,” Clay rumbled, pulling my body against his, his cock hard through his jeans. “Had to have you right here—put my scent all over you so everyone in this goddamn place knows you’remine.” He lifted me off the toes of my blond leather cowgirl boots.
“I could smell that sweet honeysuckle between your thighs, and all I could think of was how fast I could get my knot inside you,” he rasped against the side of my neck as his fingers made their way beneath the hem of my dress.
“All this big talk,” I huffed, my arms still draped over his neck and shoulders as his tongue swept across the teeth marks he’d left on the side of my throat, his hands still working beneath my dress to get ahold of my panties. “Better get to work, Mister Blackwood.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, duchess.” Clay grinned smugly, taking one strand of my bikini underwear in both of his rancher’s hands and shredding it in a single, sharp yank. “I’mallover it.” He winked at me and just as quickly tore the other side to shreds, pulling the wad of baby blue fabric from beneath my dress.
“Sweet as a summer night,” he growled, low and husky, as he brought the bunched baby-blue cotton to his nose for a moment before he jammed my shredded panties into his back pocket.
Our mouths crashed together as one of his hands dropped to the large silver belt buckle, freeing his massive pierced cock, swollen knot gently pulsing.
I felt his cockhead against me only for a second before he pushed inside of me, the barbells of his Jacob’s ladder stroking me from within again as he pushed deeper.
