Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Cooper
Late May, Texas
I take a sip of my beer, drumming my fingers against the bar top as I watch the Stars game. This bar in downtown Dallas is upscale, with a list of handcrafted cocktails two pages long, so the game is little more than background noise for most of the patrons, but when the Sharks commit a high-sticking penalty and start a Stars power play, a guy at the end of the bar raises his beer to me. I raise mine in turn.
“Buy me a drink?” a female voice asks.
I keep my gaze on the game. “Got a drink of choice, sweetheart?”
“Shot of tequila will do.”
I flag down the bartender and order two shots. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn in a slow circle. “Don’t see her here.”
I take another long sip. “You looking for something?”
She steals my beer from under my nose and lifts it to her lips. She’s half in shadow; someone turned the lights down to create atmosphere for the band at the other end of the bar, which has started to play an up-tempo country song. I catch the curve of her matte black lips as she drinks the beer.
“You know,” I say, “she doesn’t like to share.”
“She shouldn’t leave you alone, then.” She sets the beer on the counter and leans in close enough she can whisper into my ear. “Tell me about her.”
I turn, nearly brushing her cheek with my lips. She smells of lavender and mint. “Your competition?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to take a ride, cowboy.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, down low, and tug her closer. She’s wearing a tiny black dress, so tight it looks like it’s painted on, and thigh-high boots that end in a sharp heel. A gold necklace glints at her throat. “I’m no cowboy.”
“Oh yeah?” She knocks her foot against mine. “What are those, then?”
“When in Dallas.”
“Ah. And if you’re not a cowboy, what are you?”
I just smile. “She’s got hair like sunset and eyes like the sky.”
“A poet, then.”
“Just lovesick.”
Her long nails run down my back. “What else?” she murmurs against my ear. She flicks her tongue out, tracing the lobe.
I squeeze her ass in turn. “Freckles everywhere. It’s like the sun can’t stop claiming her. Long fucking legs. She used to figure skate, and it shows.”
The bartender sets down two shots of tequila. We pick them up together, downing them and chasing with lime. It burns my throat pleasantly. I hook my leg around hers, urging her even closer. Her hands find my chest, her star-and-moon ring glittering.
“Best of all,” I murmur right against her mouth, “is she lets me fuck her however I want. And what I want is to make her scream against the wall of the bathroom in the back of this bar.”
Penny leans back, her eyes glittering with promise. The butterfly necklace at her throat makes quite the contrast with the sinful outfit she has on. “You better not keep her waiting, then.”
I set money on the bar and take her hand as I lead her through the crowd. My body thrums with anticipation. She sent me to this bar and told me to wait, but I didn’t expect her little game to include such a sexy fucking outfit. Those boots, the plunge neckline of the dress? It’s all a surprise.
A surprise that has me as hard as goddamn stone.
There’s a pair of single-stall bathrooms at the back of the bar; I push on one of the doors and get lucky when it opens. She’s on me the moment I slam it shut, kissing me, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Fuck,” she murmurs. “That was harder than I thought it would be.”
I lick into her mouth. “You played with me beautifully, Red.”
“It was so hot.” She grabs my hand and guides it between her legs. “I’m soaked.”
She’s not wearing panties.
I practically growl as I cup her cunt, stroking my fingers through her delicate folds. She’s so wet it’s coating the insides of her thighs, warm and slippery. I groan. “You walked around that bar without panties on?”
She smiles against my mouth as she kisses me. “Didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good pair of panties for no reason.”
“Anyone could have seen,” I say roughly. “That’s barely a dress.”
I push a finger into her. She gasps, spreading her legs. I reward her with another. “You’re mine, baby. Fucking mine. This pussy is mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes. “Fuck me, babe, come on.”
I back her against the nearest wall, kissing her neck. I pull down the neckline of her tiny fucking dress so her tits—braless—spill out, her pale pink nipples stiff in the air. I suck on one, lavishing it with attention as I move my fingers. She whines, making me smile. She might talk a big game, but I know just how to make her fall to pieces.
“My gorgeous girl,” I murmur, moving from one breast to the other. “This fucking body.”
She tugs on my hair sharply, arching her back against the wall so I have better access to her tits. When I circle her clit with my thumb, she moans, her hips jerking forward. My cock feels like it’s about to burst with the urge to bury myself deep inside her. I pull my fingers away from her velvet-soft warmth reluctantly, and stroke them down her cheek. She turns her head, trying to lick my fingers. My stomach tightens, pleasure spiking through me at the sight.
I hike one of her legs around my waist, and then the other. They cross on my lower back, anchoring her to me.
“Please,” she whispers.
That one little word breaks any semblance of control I’ve been holding on to. I shove my jeans down far enough to free my cock and push into her in one long stroke. Her grip tightens, dragging me just a little closer, urging me to get just a little deeper. I pull out far enough I can thrust back in, pushing her up a few inches with the force of it. Her sweet moans fill my ears like honey. Her tongue tangles with mine, the taste of tequila and lime lingering.
She comes untouched after just a few thrusts, pushed so far to the edge from the anticipation that it doesn’t take much to loosen the grip on her self-control. I come a few moments later, deep inside her, breathing against her as we kiss, hard and messy and perfect. Her heels dig into my ass, her nails drag down my back—and the roaring in my blood eases, just a little, at the sight of her sated, panting, hair wild and face flushed.
I give her a tender kiss. “Dallas is our best game so far.”