His lips graze the shell of my ear, his opposite hand tucking my hair back. “Are you telling me if I slipped my hands under your dress right now, I wouldn’t find you wet and desperate for me? Should we test that theory, Maisie?”
I shake my head but still manage to whimper into his hand.
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles, dropping his hand to grab a beer from the cooler in front of me. He leaves me panting and wet for him, disappearing like he was never there. The wet spot in my underwear would beg to differ.
I slowly make my way back to the campfire, sipping on my new drink. Grayson continues to eye fuck me for the next twenty minutes while I pretend I don’t see him. It’s impossible to miss him, though. We are both horny messes, and I’m almost desperate enough to suck the man off behind a tree when he announces he should probably get home to get a good night's rest, abandoning his half-drunk beer.
I shoot out of my chair a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll walk back with you. This girl needs her beauty rest,” I say, awkwardly chuckling, my drink forgotten as well.
I have other things I want to taste.
Research notes: a cowboy always gets what he wants.
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THIRTY
I openmy front door for Maisie like the gentleman I am, though my eyes have been telling her a different story tonight. I know everyone could see me eye-fucking her all night, but I couldn’t help it. She looked downright edible in her little dress and boots. I wanted to tear it right off her the moment she walked out. She’s lucky I let her out the front door before needing to taste her lips again. It would have been so easy to slip her dress up over her hips and bend her over my couch.
Maisie consumes my every waking thought. My body just reacts when I’m near her. I don’t know why I followed her over to the cooler. I blame the beer running through me, but she was too tempting not to chase. I know she was running from my gaze and how worked up I had her. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want her.
Maisie Rae Brooks is all mine, and it’s about damn time she and the whole world knew it.
“Would you like a night cap?” I ask her, hanging my jacket by the door.
She eyes me with curiosity, like a cornered dog deciding its next move. “Sure, why not.”
She sits on a barstool while I head to my bar cart. “What’s your poison of the night?”
Her brow quirks in challenge. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
She’s so predictable. I grab two short glasses and my oldest bottle of whiskey, adding a large ice rock from the freezer before pouring a generous amount in each glass. I peek over at her, seeing if she’ll back down, but my girl loves a good challenge. I flick my chin to the surround-sound system. “You can play some music if you connect to the Bluetooth.”
She saunters over to the speaker, a big smirk on her face. ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ comes on, and I chuckle, handing over her whiskey glass.
“Cheers, honey.” We clink glasses and each take a sip, holding eye contact the whole time. She doesn’t flinch as the liquor hits the back of her throat, and my heart picks up at the challenge in her eyes. I have just the perfect idea to see how far that flame in her eyes will burn. I hope they burn me alive.
I slump into my leather side chair, legs spread wide, whiskey glass resting on my knee. Her eyes flicker down to my crotch. I watch them dilate. “Let’s play a game,” I suggest.
She sits in the chair opposite of me, crossing her legs. “What do you have in mind?”
“Truth or dare.”
Her face flames with embarrassment. “What are we, thirteen again?”
“If you’re scared, just say so,” I taunt, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees.
“Truth,” she blurts, getting comfy in her chair, that fiery challenge back in her eyes.
My eyes flare, surprised by her willingness. I know my question immediately. “Why have you sworn off all men?”
I can tell I’ve caught her off guard, but she collects herself quickly. “Easy. They are cheaters.”
What? I want to ask her more questions to get to the bottom of this, but she has other plans. I’m starting not to like this game.
“Truth or dare?” she asks, the side of her lip curved.
