Page 12 of My Cowboy Temptation

I’m there in a few seconds, ripping open the door and grabbing Callie by the arm. “You’ve had enough.”

“Hey, man. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the kid shouts in outrage.

I stand to my full height and level a dead-eyed look at him. “I don’t think my employer will take too kindly to hearing that you’re pawing at his daughter in the cab of your truck.”

Callie pulls away from my arm and stumbles back, barely catching herself. “Stop it, Brody. You can’t talk like that to my date.”

“Hey, Cal. Maybe we can do this another time,” her date says, looking back and forth between us.

“Fine. Go,” she says, appearing disgusted at her date who can’t summon the balls to face me.

The engine revs up, and he throws the truck in gear and pulls out of the lot, the tires squealing as they hit the highway. I turn to search for Callie, preparing for the inevitable battle we’re going to have, especially when I’ll suggest not too kindly that she lets me take her home. To her home, that is.

When I find her, she’s leaning up against someone’s car, her legs and arms crossed in front of her. Instead of outrage, however, she’s grinning up at me.

That might be even worse.

“So tell me, Brody. You won’t fuck me, but you don’t want anyone else to fuck me, either? Is that right?”

She has a point, one I’m not going to entertain right now. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

“Because you don’t like to see me with any other guy. Sure, I get it.”

“Because I don’t want you to get into any more trouble, not when your dad is counting on me to keep you safe.”

She smiles, not looking at all convinced by my excuse, then turns around and saunters over to my truck, the hem of that skirt flying every which way in the breeze, and I’m helpless to look away as, for a second, I’m flashed a glimpse of her full, round ass and a tiny strip of black lace.

Hands off, Brody. Do not engage.

Which is a hell of a lot harder than I expected as I drive us home, her window open as she lets the wind blow through her hair, her right leg crossed over the other, tapping to the music playing on the radio.

“I thought you might have wanted to stick around the bar a little longer,” she says after a few minutes. “That waitress seemed really into you. And from the way you stared at her boobs, you seemed into her too.”

Not going to go there, because my only interest in that woman’s assets was in letting Callie know I couldn’t care less about her practically humping some kid out on the dance floor.

“Come on, Brody. You can tell me. I’m not some seventeen-year-old kid anymore. I know how the world works, and I know the needs men and women have. In fact, rumor around town has it you have some pretty intense needs. Needs that more than a few women have been happy to satisfy over the years.”

“How the hell have you heard that?” I ask, glancing over to her.

“Linda Chaney over at the salon mentioned how every woman with a working reproductive system would give a viable ovary for one night in your bed. That you’re as generous of a lover as you are generously”—she cast a glance down to my lap where I’m fighting not to let my dick twitch under her inspection—“endowed, and a woman could die happy on one endless night of orgasms you would give her.”

“Is that right?” I drawl. I wasn’t born yesterday. She’s trying to flatter me. But I can’t deny anything she’s saying.

Is it my fault I’m a sucker for a beautiful woman and that I can find beauty in just about any woman I meet?

“All I’m asking for is just one of those nights.”

I white-knuckle the wheel at that invitation, having almost forgotten how brazen and direct Callie could be. “Come on, Callie. We’ve been over this.”

“You went over it. Right before and after I felt that magnum-sized boner you had grinding against me this afternoon. So forgive me if I respectfully disagree.” She leans forward and turns the music down, putting all of her attention on me. “You pushed me away when I was seventeen, and in hindsight, I can see it was the right thing to do. But you don’t have to push me away anymore. I’m of legal age. I’m not your niece or any other blood relation. I’m just someone who’s been thinking about you for more years than I can count.”

She’s always been a flirt, and God knows with that lush body and vivacious spirit, the boys have always been sniffing around her growing up. Fortunately, with the threat of castration held over the boys living in a fifteen-mile radius of the town, thanks to me and Lucas, we cockblocked most of them.

But she’s never turned the full brightness of that flirting in my direction, and I’m having a hard time keeping my concentration on the road and not what she’s offering.

“Do you want to know about how many times I’ve touched myself over the years?” she continues. “Usually with you in my mind, your name on my lips as I climax. It’s a big part of the reason I came home. To finally see whether you’re everything I’ve been dreaming about.”

I finally pull my gaze to hers, see the stark need and vulnerability in those emerald green eyes.

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