Page 16 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
My hands continue to travel down my body.
Over my middle.
Under my panties.
Then a loud thump against the wall makes me jump. I almost scream. And no one would’ve heard me over my sister.
“Fuck! Yes! Right there! Right there!!!” The wall vibrates.
I grab a pillow and plop it over my head. I press the material into my ears. My sister’s voice manages to sneak through. Luckily, I feel sleep beckon me. Soon I fall into the depths of blackness and I don’t wake up until a blinding light tears me from my slumber.
“Rise and shine!” Grams smacks my feet. “You overslept, Maggie.”
I yank the blanket over my head. “How is it morning already?” I moan into my pillow. Likely because I didn’t get in until early morning.
Gah. I feel like a bag of dirt. Then my hangover hits me. Hard. Both sides of my head throb and pulse. My stomach rolls.
Shit. I’m gonna puke.
I shove the duvet and jump out of bed. My legs tremble and a head-rush makes me dizzy. I grab the mattress to keep from falling over. And battle my heaving stomach. I try to swallow the hot bile pushing up my throat, but it’s coming out. I dash out of the bedroom.
“Maggie, wait!” Grams warning is too late. I run straight into a tray of steaming coffee and covered plates of hot breakfast. The tray crashes between me and Cole.
The hot liquid burns my exposed flesh. I gasp and scream, and try to jump away from the coffee. But it’s everywhere. Over my breasts. Down my bra. And it’s hot enough to melt an ice cream truck.
“Get cold water on your skin, child,” Grams instructs from behind me.
My hands flail to rid the burning liquid off my skin.
“Come here.” Cole tugs me into the bathroom and under the shower head.
The cold water feels amazing and horrible at the same time. It washes away the hot coffee and soothes my skin, but leaves me freezing and trembling. But I close my eyes and step under the spray. I let the pelting water rouse me awake.
“Better?” Cole’s voice startles me.
My head snaps up to find his hip leaning against the glass doorframe. His arms cross over the damp coffee stains on his light grey T-shirt. His biceps look ready to rip through the short sleeves.
I realize I’m staring.
I notice he’s staring.
Then I remember I’m wearing nothing more than my bra and panties. “Do you mind?” I twist off the taps.
He passes me a towel. “Intoxicated Maggie would’ve invited me in the shower.”
I snatch the towel and wrap it around myself. I fasten the top. “What are you even doing here?”
“I brought breakfast as a peace offering.” He leans his hip back on the shower doorframe preventing me from leaving.
Does he realize how damn sexy he looks? Freshly showered, clean clothes and his scruffy jawline perfectly trimmed. He’s missing his Stetson, and I never realized how wavy his hair is.
“You should put some cream on your skin. Maybe something with aloe vera in it.”
“I will do that as soon as I have some privacy.”
He doesn’t move. “Maggie, I didn’t like how we left things last night.”
How did we leave things last night? What happened? I remember dancing and drinking and more dancing and more drinking. There were some shots involved. Warm fuzzy feelings flow through me. I had a good time. With my sister and Cole. I relaxed. I let loose. I remember Sadie finding a guy to go home with and then ... The memories flash back scattered and in no order. But I clearly remember attacking Cole in the elevator with my lips and him saying no.
