Page 4 of Fearless Protector
I get a set of wide eyes from Jules.“Not on your life mister.Do you know how often it is that PJ lets loose, even a little?”She puts her forefinger and her thumb together to show me exactly what a little is.“Well, it has been a hot minute.There’s no way we’re leaving now.Not when Mr.tall and good looking has been singing to her all night long.No, we’re definitely staying,” she says, picking up two more shots and handing one to PJ who throws it back with a melodious little laugh that travels straight to my dick.
PJ pins me with a look.“We’re definitely staying.We’re having way too much fun to go home now.If small town fun isn’t your thing, don’t stay on our count.We can find our way back to town.Plenty of friends who will drive us home.Not some stranger from out of town who we barely know and don’t want to get to know anyway.”
My eyes narrow, watching that sassy little mouth move.I resist the urge to tip her over my lap and paddle that little ass, letting my gaze trail past her face instead.There is no possible way to miss that cleavage and those peach-sized breasts now that she’s divested herself of that ugly green apron she had on back at Kenny’s bar.
PJ feels the heat of my gaze, and her nipples harden right in front of my eyes.The little miss can deny it all she wants, but whether I’m from out of town or not, she feels the attraction too.I know it, and she knows I know it.
“Come on, Jules.We don’t need men to dance with to have a good time.”She gives me a little huff, grabs Jules’ hand, and tugs her back to the dance floor, leaving me to watch the two young women who have had way more than their fill of alcohol but managing to stay in sync with the music just the same.
A waitress stops by the table.I load up all the empties and put them on the tray for her and slide a couple fifties on top for good measure.Who knows what she’s had to put up with from the drunk little she-devil tonight.
I glance back at the dance floor, and my jaw locks tight as the long-haired crooner on stage with the steel guitar makes a show of singing to PJ.Jules is swept away by a cowboy with an urge to dance, suddenly leaving PJ standing in the middle of the dance floor, and all alone, while couples swirl around her.
My feet move before my brain has a chance to check in.I close the distance between us and twirl her around to face me, snaking my arm around her waist, and taking her by the hand.“Jules got swept away by a cowboy.I didn’t think you’d mind a quick dance.”
Her face flushes as she sizes up the situation and inhales a deep breath.“I didn’t even realize she was gone.Oh my stars.I must be three sheets to the wind if I’m dancing with you,” she says.
It’s hard not to laugh.“If that’s what it takes to get a dance with the prettiest girl in the room, fine.”I spin her around and then pull her back to me.
She looks up at me, still completely flushed, and those violet eyes flash.“You may be able to dance, but I’m not some girl you can sweet talk out of her panties and then toss away the next day without even a thank you, ma’am.I know how this works.You’ll be back on that big jet you flew in on before you know it, and I’ll have my panties safe in hand.”
I whisper in her ear, “Darling, I do want those panties.But you’re not in any condition to consent to giving them to me right now.”
Chapter4
Pj
That man whispering dirty talk into my ear causes my stomach to flutter with unsettled need.Maybe I should listen to my friends and let completely loose.Hell, if nothing else, there is no denying that this man turns me right the hell on with those snug fitting jeans and powerful arms.And what better way to get over being jilted than to be the one to leave after a round of hot sex?At the moment, that sounds pretty damn good to me.
I contemplate that as he spins me around, but once my mind is set, there’s not much to think about.A slow song comes on, and he takes my hand to guide me from the floor, but I’m far from done with him.“How are your slow moves?As good as you dance?”
Mason raises his eyebrows.His hand snakes around my waist, and he draws me into the hardness of his body with one swift move.“My slow moves would have your panties in my pocket in no time at all, Priscilla Jean.”
His words and the way he says my given name, while his thumb rubs those little circles near the sensitive flesh of my nape cause my nipples to harden and center to clench.Good lord, this man is hot.I wait until the song is almost over, wrap my hands around his neck, and pull his face down so that I can whisper in his ear as the song ends.“Show me your moves, city boy.Follow me, and you can make good on your promises.”
I walk toward our table, grab my jacket, and head for the door and toward the trail that I know like the back of my hand.All the while, my heart is racing with the thought of what I’m about to do.It’s been so very long since I’ve been this turned on.So long since I even thought about wanting a man like this.
His boots crunch the dried winter sticks under the light layer of snow as he follows me over the trail.
I inhale the crisp wind of winter’s edge in the air, surprised at how breathless I am when I reach the secluded little arbor that overlooks the bluff.
Mason’s hand on my shoulder spins me around.Those eyes penetrate me like they do.“It’s cold out here, sweetheart.I don’t want to be responsible for you getting sick.”
I don’t answer because if I do, I might never be able to do this again if I don’t take the step tonight.Not one time has someone ignited a desire this strong and most definitely not since my heart got crushed.I shouldn’t be doing this, I know it, but still, I take the chance.“I thought you were going to take my panties?”
Mason is quiet for a minute longer than it should take, and already my chest squeezes tight knowing what’s coming next.“Oh, sweetheart.The thought of taking your panties off that sweet little ass is definitely on my mind, but you’ve had way too much to drink to make that decision.Besides, I promised Cole that I would get both you and Jules home tonight.I’ll have to take a raincheck on that offer.When your head is clear, sweetheart.”
My chest beats hard with embarrassment, and tears threaten at the back of my eyes.I will them to stay right where they are and not to fill my eyes, because getting turned down is bad enough, but crying?Damn it all, why the hell did I let myself drink so much or think that I could do this with a complete stranger, no matter the attraction?
I turn away from him and look back down the hill toward the bar.The wind bites into my skin, sobering me a little but not near enough to make this colossal mistake go away.“I’m sorry for coming onto you like that.I seriously do not know what’s gotten into me.I never act this way.Ask anyone.I’m not that type of girl.I’m really sorry.”
He strokes a hand down my hair and puts his hand on my shoulder.“Stop, PJ.”
I inhale a deep breath.“It’s just that I’m usually a very low key, keep to myself kinda gal.I don’t usually flirt; I don’t drink.Well, at least, not like this since my younger days, and I certainly do not dance or tease men about giving them my panties.Tomorrow’s look in the mirror is not going to be pretty.For some reason it’s important that you know that about me even though you’ll probably be half way across the country.”
Mason’s arm wraps around me, and he turns me to face him again.“Look at me.”
Those hazel eyes connect with mine.I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what comes next.I feel the connection, almost in slow motion.Whether from the drink or just the attraction, I know what’s coming.I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time.
