Page 46 of Rough Stock
Jensen wondered if she’s say anything about the bracelet. “Yeah, um, got a couple of shirts and a pair of boots.”
“From Betty’s?” Amber asked, and Shyanna nodded. “Oh, she has awesome stuff. Pretty boots?”
“Yeah. Really pretty ones. And I got this.” She thrust her arm toward the girls and Jensen watched their jaws drop.
“Oh my god, that’s gorgeous,” SammyJo whispered. “That must’ve set you back a pretty penny.”
“Nope. Jensen bought it for me,” she said and beamed up at him. He felt ten feet tall.
“Awww, so sweet!” SammyJo said while Amber made one of those moony faces that women made over puppies and babies. The air around them was suddenly filled with the intro to Alan Jackson’s “Good Time,” and SammyJo almost yelled, “Come on, Shy! Let’s line dance!”
“Oh, no, I don’t think?” Shyanna started.
“Oh, come on! It’s fun! Don’t tell me you don’t line dance!” Amber said as she followed SammyJo out of the booth. Shyanna didn’t get a chance to argue before the two of them had pulled her out of the booth and onto the dance floor. As they dragged her along, Jensen fought the urge to laugh out loud. She turned to look back at him once, but he just shrugged and smiled.
To his delight, it took her about forty-five seconds to get into it, and then she sashayed right along with them. A few missteps here and there led to fits of giggles from the three women, but they kept on dancing, with Amber and SammyJo encouraging Shyanna along. Of course, the song lasted almost six minutes, so there was plenty of time to get back in step, and he watched as Shyanna got more and more bold, kicking and sliding in time with the music. But watching her shake that remarkable ass wasn’t the thing he was most interested in.
It was the look on her face?she was having fun. She was smiling and laughing and really letting go. It was a side of the woman he loved that he’d thought didn’t really exist until that moment. She looked radiant, happy and alive, almost like a little girl caught with her mommy’s lipstick. They were sad when the song was over, but he really believed he was even sadder.
“Oh my god! Did you see her out there? She was amazing!” Amber crowed and laughed when they came back to the booth. “Shy, that was awesome!”
“Thanks. It was fun.” She took a big sip of her drink and Jensen watched her. It was almost like she was deflating before his eyes but at least for that little bit of time, he’d seen her truly having a good time. She and the girls chattered and giggled as they talked about rodeo stuff, music they liked, and the boy Amber was trying to get to at least notice her. Fifteen minutes in, Shyanna turned to Jensen. “Honey? You having a good time? You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m just listening to the three of you and drinking my beer. I’m fine. You don’t get to do things like this very often, so take advantage of it while you can,” he said and slipped an arm around her waist. She smiled and leaned into his shoulder before the three of them continued their conversation.
He’d just picked up another whiskey sour for her when one of the girls shrieked, “Oh my god! It’s ‘Copperhead Road!’ We’vegot to dance! Come on!” All three women piled out of the booth. In the blink of an eye, they were line dancing to the tune, laughing and acting silly just as they had earlier. Jensen watched it all with a full heart. That smile on her face?it was everything to him.
The song ended and they headed back to the booth, but someone started another song on the the jukebox and Jensen couldn’t resist. Just as she tried to sit down, he slid out. “Uh-uh-uh. You’re coming with me.”
“Where are we going?” the slightly tipsy and out of breath woman whose hand he held asked.
“Right back out on this dance floor,” he said as the opening strains of “She’s My Kind of Rain” by Tim McGraw filled the room. Their boots hit the hardwood and he spun her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and looked down into her eyes. Even with the lights turned down, the smile she gave him as she gazed up at him lit up the darkened room. “Having a good time?” he asked.
“I am.”
“Then cuddle up to me and dance with me,” he said as he listened to the lyrics. Every word, every phrase, they were all what he would’ve written to her if he had the talent. It was a beautiful song, made all the more lovely by the feel of the woman he held in his arms. He couldn’t help but sing along quietly, and he felt her relax in his arms as he held her tightly, the two of them gently swaying as one there under the red lights, completely ignoring everything and everyone else in the place. He never wanted it to end. And to his surprise, it didn’t.
The same magic he’d felt as he held her in his arms hung on. It permeated the rest of the evening, filling him with hope. She’d laugh and talk to the girls, but from time to time she turned to gaze at him and smile, maybe even wink. Jensen felt as though they’d turned some kind of corner, unseen but still recognizable,and all he could think about was getting her alone where he could actually talk to her.
He thought he’d have to be the one to shut it down, but out of the blue Shyanna said, “Whew! I’m beat! Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I think I’m going to have to call it a night. Jensen, would you take me home?”
“Uh, sure! Hate to leave you girls,” he told Amber and SammyJo.
“Oh, that’s okay. We need to be getting out of here anyway. I have to go to church with my mom in the morning after I come back from the farm,” Amber said, sticking out her tongue and making an exaggerated puking motion.
“Yeah, and I have to take my little brother to a ball game. I can barely wait,” SammyJo mumbled. “Big fun.”
“You guys have a good time with all that. We’ll catch up with you next week,” Jensen said and pointed to the door. “Come on, girl. Let’s go.”
They left arm in arm, not a word spoken, until they crawled in the truck. Jensen got her in the passenger side and the minute he closed his own door, she was on him, devouring his mouth and slipping her hands up under his shirt. “Oh, god, Jensen, I want you so bad,” she whispered into his chest as she kissed his collarbone.
“I want you too, baby, but not in the bar parking lot,” he said with a chuckle.
“Why not? Can’t we act like horny teenagers without there being something wrong with it?”
Jensen let out a laugh. “Hey, who the hell am I to say it’s wrong? Come here, girl.” He slid with her until he was in the middle of the front seat and, lifting her with strong hands around her waist, he turned her to face him and straddle him with her undoing the buttons on his shirt the whole time. While she stood on her knees in the seat, head bent downward to kisshis upturned face, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, then dragged them and his boxer briefs down until he felt the cool air hit his hardness. Then he worked on hers until he had them undone and growled under his breath, “Turn around and sit on me.”
Five minutes later, she was riding him reverse cowgirl and he was loving every minute of it. His arms were wrapped around her and his hands busy, one with a nipple and the other with something far more sensitive. She squirmed and writhed until he finally forced her to climax, and then she rode him harder and faster until he’d loaded up that reservoir at the tip of the condom he’d managed to roll on. “Oh, hell, baby, that was incredible,” Shyanna whispered, her forehead resting on the dash as she heaved in breath.
