Page 11 of My Cowboy Temptation

Chapter 4

Brody

Callie Fucking Castleis going to be the death of me.

Either from the long torturous games she’s been playing, flaunting that full, round ass and perky, fill-your-hands tits at my cock every chance she gets—or from the long end of a rifle when her dad catches wind of my wayward, lust-filled thoughts.

Callie is currently grinding up against a pretty young cowboy from Horace McCullough’s ranch, trying to get me riled up. And yeah. I might be fighting the urge to pummel the guy within an inch of his life, but hell if I’ll let her see that struggle. It’s why I’m pretending that the full assets of the waitress has me more intrigued than what’s going on out on that dance floor.

If I were a smart man, I would accept what this pretty waitress is offering me. Hell, it’s why first thing when I got back to the ranch this afternoon, I had to immediately fist my hand over my dick as I did the only thing I could do to stop myself from marching into that house and fucking Callie’s brains out like I wanted to do out there under that tree.

As I came into that towel with images of Callie still on my brain, I thought that I faced that final temptation for the day.

Until I got that call from Lucas,

You’d think that the damned fool girl would know better than to put herself at risk by going out so soon, but here she is, on some date with a kid as green as early spring grass.

I’m probably the bigger fool, though. Putting myself through the torture of watching her instead of sending one of the boys again. But there was no way I could ever forgive myself if something happened to her, and I wasn’t there to stop it.

So here I am.

Being slowly and painfully tortured by Satan’s vixen, who has now positioned herself so that her ass is grinding against the cowboy who is this close to being castrated.

As if that’s not hard enough to take, her antics have drawn the attention of a few other men in the bar, men who are a lot less green and a lot more dangerous than the buck she’s toying with. I’m going to strangle her.

Strangle her after I slowly fuck her from behind.

Her eyes lock on mine again as she dances, swishing her hips side to side, and her hands slide down along her body. Her date is going to explode in his pants if she’s not careful, and him putting his hands over hers as they skim her body isn’t going to help.

Fuck me if I don’t want to be the one standing behind her, feeling that tight ass teasing my cock as my hands are gliding down that sinfully sexy body, a body that’s like a walking fucking wet dream.

Her dress is entirely too short, and I can’t understand why Lucas let her leave the house in that tissue-thin fluttery dress that’s barely covering her ass, the slit in a vee down the front so I can see the tantalizing fullness of the top of her tits.

Check that. So every man here can see the tantalizing fullness of the top of her tits.

And she’s in those damn boots again. The boots that gripped my ass when her legs wrapped around me out at that tree, as she rubbed against me, moaning and writhing while I sucked on her tit.

I. Am. Going. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Mind.

I’m about to go haul her out of here, toss her over my shoulder if I have to, but she and her date slip away from the dance floor and head toward the back of the bar and away from my sight.

I have a pretty good idea where they’re heading. The alcove between the women’s bathroom and the kitchen is private but not private enough for them to go too far. Then again, this is Callie. Would any act of public indecency be too far? Wasn’t it at her eighteenth birthday where she had to be hauled off the top of the bar after using a fake ID to get in?

I count to ten.

Hell. I’m checking in on her. For her own good.

I leave the beer she sent me still untouched on the counter since I have to be thinking clearly tonight and push through the crowd to the hall in the back. When I round the corner, I stop short when I don’t recognize the blonde or the cowboy who’s groping her as they make out in the alcove where I expected to find Callie.

I rake my hand through my beard and look around. There’s a constant stream of women going in and out of the bathroom, so I can’t see her and her buck slipping inside there.

Then I see the green exit door farther down the hall.

Has she given me the slip?

I curse and stride down the hall and throw the door open. I look around the lot, trying to see if I can see her or the guy, taking a second to find his truck.

Sure enough, I see them inside, and from the way their heads are pressed together, I doubt they’re talking much.

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