Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
LOLA
“You smell like cigarettes, Lola Jackson,” Violet scolds as I slide in beside her at the bar.
“I’m being naughty today. I won’t start again, promise,” I tell her with a pout.
She leans back, studying me. “I like this version of you here. You’re so much… brighter. It’s nice.”
I smile because I feel that way too. I don’t wake up dreading the day anymore. Replying to emails. Taking staged photos in clothes companies send me so my parents can brag about their perfect daughter.
Making sure my tits look incredible for likes.
Here, I’m just me. No one watching. No one reporting back.
She bumps my shoulder. “That guy over there wants to dance with me.” She points to a smiling guy with a moustache at the other end of the bar.
“I’m going. You good? I don’t want to leave you on your own.”
I laugh, tapping her arm. “I’m an adult. Go dance. I’ll be around.”
She hops off the stool, and seconds later, he’s spinning her around, both of them laughing.
Cute.
And suddenly my bladder reminds me I drank way too fast.
I scan the wall until I find the crooked bathroom sign and start weaving through the crowd. The place is getting a hell of a lot busier.
I can’t even see Hunter’s table anymore.
Couples grind together, someone pours vodka straight into another guy’s mouth, and people shout lyrics at the band. But I keep going on my mission to pee.
Even the toilets have swinging wooden doors. It’s all so cowboy in here. And when I’m done, I walk back out of the narrow hallway and straight into something solid.
Really solid.
My hands hit a chest that feels like carved stone.
And then the scent hits me.
Him.
I look up into blue eyes already watching me, amused. “You really gotta stop bumping into me, firefly. I might start to think you’re following me.” He leans closer, voice dropping just for me. “Because you’re making it harder by the minute to stay away from you.”
My legs press together instinctively.
“I—I just...”
But I don’t move. My hands stay on his chest. My body refuses to cooperate.
“What do you want from me, Lola?” he asks quietly.
My throat tightens. My confidence is depleting with each second that passes. “I don’t actually know, Hunter.”
His mouth curves. “You don’t know what you want? That’s different.”
My brows lift. “What? Do women usually just drop their panties for you?”
He shakes his head slowly. “No. They never dare get this close.”
I roll my eyes, and the next thing I know, his hand is around my throat, and he’s guiding me into the dingy hallway.
My back hits the wall beside the bathrooms, his body caging me in.
“What do you want from me, firefly?” he asks again, voice rougher now.
A smile spreads across my lips, my fingers sliding to his belt, dragging him closer. “I think I want you to show me how a cowboy fucks.”
His breath catches, his grip tightening slightly. “You really want that, huh?” he mutters. “City girl wants some cowboy dick like it’s some kinda experiment?”
I bite my lip. “The men in the city never made me orgasm. I’m kinda hoping you might fix that. I’ve heard rumors…”
A low groan escapes him as his thigh nudges my legs apart, his mouth hovering dangerously close. “Jesus fuck. That’s hot, Lola.”
I grin. “So? Do cowboys really do it better?”
I don’t get another second to think before his mouth crashes over mine.
The kiss is filthy. Hungry. All heat and teeth and hands.
My arms lock around his neck as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and I feel exactly how hard he already is for me.
God.
The kiss leaves me dizzy.
He breaks it just long enough to mutter against my lips, “I’m not fucking you in here. You’re far too good for an audience.”
“You don’t share, huh?” I murmur.
His jaw tightens. “No. What’s mine is mine. I don’t let anyone watch.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends another rush of heat through me. “So, where do you suggest?”
His lips brush mine again. “My truck.”
I arch a brow. “Cowboy fucking in his truck. Figures. I’m in.”
I slide down his body until my boots hit the floor again, but he just shakes his head.
“No, darlin’. I’m giving you the full experience.”
Before I can argue, he dips and lifts me over his shoulder.
“Hunter!” I squeal, smacking his back.
He chuckles, smacking my ass in return, harder.
Warm night air hits as he carries me outside to his blacked-out truck.
Instead of setting me down, he presses me gently against the door, one hand braced beside my head.
His expression shifts, softer now. “You’re special, Lola. Really something.”
I smirk. “Worthy of a truck fuck?”
His thumb traces my jaw. “Worthy of a hell of a lot more. But this… this is all I’ve got to offer right now. I’ve got a point to prove. I gotta show you cowboys do it better, baby.”
Something in my chest tightens at the honesty. I bite my lip, heart racing. “Kiss me, cowboy.”
And when his mouth finds mine again, the rest of the world disappears. And I’m entering into my reckless phase where I sleep with a man I only just met.