Page 48 of I Want Crazy (Loco, Texas 3)

“So, what else do small-town people do when they’re bored?”

“Go home and sleep?”

“Don’t be a stick,” she said, feeling wild and daring. She looked over her shoulder at the back of the car and asked casually, “So, have you ever, you know, broken in your backseat?”

“What?”

“Well, I was just thinking we had sex in my bar and in my hotel room. I think it’s your turn.”

“We do not need to pull off somewhere and have sex in the backseat. That’s how people get arrested for indecent exposure, you know.”

“So, let’s go back to your place,” she said, coyly.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t want to see my trailer.”

Sliding her hand down to cup him through his jeans, she whispered, “I don’t care about the trailer. I just want to see where you live.”

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Reluctantly, Red let her go in first, then rushed forward when he saw a pair of his boxers on the floor.

“Sorry, it’s such a mess.”

“Trust me, this is clean. I once went back to a guy’s dorm room after a date, and it smelled so bad, I practically barfed.”

Orange chose that moment to come out of the bedroom, swishing his tail and meowing.

“Well, hey, handsome,” Jessie said, squatting down to greet his cat.

“He can be a shit head, so be careful…” He stopped talking when Jessie picked up the big orange cat, scratching him under his chin.

“You’re a heavy guy. What does your dad feed you, bricks?”

“He’s not fat, he’s just a big cat,” Red said, defending his buddy, whose tail had started to twitch. “And you might want to put him down before he gets pissed.”

She set him on the counter and jumped back when he turned around and swiped at her. “Hey!”

“I told you,” Red said, reaching into the cupboard for a can of cat food.

“Why would you want a cat that acts like an asshole?”

“’Cause he’s not always that way. There’s a good guy underneath.”

She went up behind him and circled her arms around his waist, kissing his back. “Like you? You’re all grumbly, roaring ogre until people get to know you.”

“Something like that.”

She took the bottom of his T-shirt and slid her arms inside, rubbing them on his flat stomach. “Well, I like you all grumbly. When your forehead goes all wrinkly and your eyes turn into slits…hmm, so sexy.”

His body shook with laughter, and she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the wet cat food. “Yuck, that stinks.”

“Probably why he loves it,” Red said as he lifted the lid. Taking a spoon from the drawer, he started scooping the mushy stuff into a blue bowl.

“Well, wash your hands before you even think of touching me.”

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