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“Well, I’d like it better with you.” I arch a brow, water rippling as I lean both of my forearms on the side of the tub. “Grab that whiskey and get in with me.”
“Delilah…” He starts to object, reconsiders, and shoves up to standing.
I smile at his easy agreement.
Shamelessly, I ogle Cole as he shucks his boots, jeans, and shirt, standing there in all of his naked, massive, chiseled glory. That broad back roped with muscle. Those tattoos, dark, curling smokelike over his cut biceps and chest. It’s distracting how damn sexy, how intimidating he is.
Mine, I think, and my heart thrums in response.
Cole pours a glass of whiskey, and I scoot forward in the tub to make room for him. Water sloshes over the edge as he slips into the tub.
He exhales as he sinks beneath the water. He lifts me in his arms, pulling me down against his chest.
I tilt my head back against his chest and look up at him. “How was your day?”
He kisses my brow. “Busy. Finished some barrels. Mucked some stalls. Went into town to help War out with some things he needed.”
“Any word from Syd?”
“No.” His hand runs up my arm. With the other he sips from a glass of whiskey, then tilts a sip into my mouth. I drink it down. Whiskey always tastes sweeter with Cole.
“Just relax, darlin’.” It’s then I realize his hand has found the apex of my thighs. I take a breath as one calloused finger teases my clit, and I quickly feel the warm flush that has nothing to do with bathwater steal over me. I arch against him, feeling his hardness, his scent, the warmth of his body. Heaven. My bull rider.
I let out a moan and close my eyes. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s right, baby. Enjoy it.”
He rotates his finger against my clit. I arch, my body breaking the surface of the water, chill bumps chasing over my skin, as I pant for more of Cole’s touch.
“Oh god, Cole. More,” I beg him, and he complies.
No mercy from the man. He alternates his strokes, finding a quick, hypnotic rhythm. Light, sunshine spreads through me as I’m driven to the edge. My fingers curl on his thigh. Every single one of my nerve endings lights up as the orgasm crashes over me.
My whole body goes limp, my head lolling across his solid chest. A soft whimper escapes my lips.
“Feel good?” A rumble vibrates from Cole, his forearm curling around my hips.
I close my eyes, basking in the bliss. “Yes.”
I’m really, really happy.
Bathtub. A hot cowboy. Whiskey. And old country music.
It can’t get any better than this.
God, if Cole only knew how much I desperately want him. At the edge of the world with my heart pounding.
And just like that, doubt.
What if this all goes wrong?
What if Please finds me?
What if I don’t know what I’m doing? Yes, I want to stay in Tempest. But what will I do? I’m just a stripper with no degree.
I twist around in the bath, slipping against the slick side of the tub, but not falling. Cole holds me to his massive chest.
“Cole? What did you want to be when you grew up?”
