Page 51 of Alive and Wells

Clearly.

“Darlin’—” I’m interrupted by a quiet, breathy moan.Fuck. What I would give to hear her make that noise in person.

“Cecily, I swear to God.” My pulse races, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to remain focused on the road. “What are you doing to me, City Girl?”

“I’m joking, Austin. You think I’d touch myself in a bar bathroom?” She drunkenly giggles into the phone. “Who knew this is what it would take to finally get your attention, though?”

“Oh, you got my attention.”

“Want me to call you when I do it for real later?”

“No need. I’ll be there in person.”

Moments later, I slam my truck into park before it fully comes to a stop and barge through the bar doors with such intensity it forces everyone to look in my direction. Denny’s face sinks upon seeing me. To be fair, the only reason I would normally be in this place is under duress, so he probably thinks there’s a major emergency.

“What’s going on?” Red and Denny ask in unison as they approach from either side.

“Cecily texted me. I’m here to give her a ride,” I shout over the loud country music.

“Is everything okay? She seemed like she was having fun last I saw her,” Denny says.

Red replies for me, “Oh, I’m sure everything ismore than fine. You guys weren’t the only ones getting some over the past few days, Den.”

“Ahhh, about damn time.” Denny’s hand comes up to smack me on the shoulder, and I don’t even feel its impact because I see her.

In a short, blue, ruffled dress that looks way too beautiful for a small town dive bar. Then again, Cecily’s too beautiful for a small town dive bar. Without a single care, she lets Colt twist her around as they dance, and her dress twirls across tanned thighs. There’s no way I’m going to interrupt her when she looks so beautiful and carefree. Instead, I sit down on a bar stool and observe. Flashes of her bare upper back, and a small hint of cleavage, catch my eye with every spin. There should probably be an overwhelming jealous feeling watching her dance like this with another man, but the way she looks up at Colt is nothing like the way her eyes shred me to ribbons with a single glance.

Besides, I have the text messages to prove she’s all mine tonight.

And when she saunters over, still out of breath and laughing from something Colt said, I place my hat on her head to show it to everybody else.

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy… right?” Her grin’s crooked, her eyes are glazed with alcohol, and her voice is raspy. “Red told me ’bout the rule when I tried to steal his.”

“You’re pretty drunk.” I fix the hat she’s already managed to knock lopsided.

“I am. Does that mean I’m in trouble?” She sits down on my lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, looping an arm around my neck.

“You’re nothing but trouble, City Girl. Let’s get outta here.”

“What if I don’t want to go?” She leans in close enough I can practically taste the tequila on her breath. Her hips swivel against me, creating heated friction between her perfect ass and my cock. “You gonna really let me have it? Spank me?”

Thank God for the dark bar lighting because I can imagine how red my cheeks are, given how hot they feel. “Now don’t go giving me any ideas.”

She grabs my hand, placing it on her stomach, while continuing to discreetly draw circles with her hips. I quietly moan in her ear. “You need to stop.”

“Stop what?” She bats her eyelashes innocently.

My cock presses firmly against her tight ass, begging to escape the starched denim. I’m desperate to feel it in her soft hands, her warm mouth, or—God—her tight pussy. I can’t keep thinking about it or I’ll come in my damn pants. She’s a fucking temptress and I’m damn near ready to give in.

“Stop what, Austin? Stop making your cock hard? Maybe I don’t want to.”

Lord help me, I’m about to do something extraordinarily dumb. Her inebriation must be affecting me by osmosis.

“If I put my hand up your dress, how wet would I find you, darlin’?”

“Do you want to find out?”

Yes. God, yes.But an unfortunate voice of reason reminds me she’s drunk. I should’ve pounded back a few whiskey shots when I got here, so I wouldn’t have such a guilty conscience for being into this. Because I’mreallyinto whatever it is we’re doing right now.

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