“Where should we go tonight?” Colt’s question is directed at Maddie, but his eyes are all over me.
“I know a place,” I say before Maddie has a chance. “Complete with a mechanical bull. You game?”
Before I know it, three of the rodeo cowboys have changed and are walking down Thirty-fourth with Maddie and me. We duck into a crowded bar, and the drinks start flowing.
“How long are you in town for?” I ask Colt.
“Few more nights.” His eyes flash again with that same flicker of danger, his eyebrow lifted in question, telling me everything I need to know.
He is totally down with a little fun while he’s in town. Good. So am I. A lock of dark hair falls over his brow, and I can’t resist reaching up and pushing it back. He steps in a little closer, and the air between us thickens, awareness taking hold of me.
Tilting my head up, I smirk. “So, tell me about those rope skills you mentioned earlier.”
Colt lifts a hand to my bare shoulder and trails a finger down my arm. When he reaches my wrist, he lifts it, then grabs the other. He traps them together tightly in front of my face in the narrow space between us, locking them in his big hands.
“First thing you have to know is that you have to take your time,” he murmurs, his voice going low and raspy. “Go slow. You don’t want to rush it. Make sure she’s not skittish.”
My breath catches, and my skin tingles as his eyes glimmer with meaning. He is so not talking about horses.
“Then when you slip the rope around her, you have to move quickly. Binding them up. Keeping them under control. Submissive.”
Holy shit. I can’t explain it, but the words coming out his mouth are the best kind of tease I’ve ever heard. They make me want to be all tied up in his rope.
“Sounds like you have a lot of experience,” I manage.
His smile is wicked, full of intent. He leans in close, his breath teasing my neck. “Like you said earlier, I know what I’m doing.”
Colt
This girl is just as wild as her bright red curls that are just begging for me to dive my hands into. I can tell by the way her eyes cloud with lust at my words.
She is totally up for my kind of fun.
“Want me to show you?” I ask with a smirk.
She quirks a brow, her lips curving up. “If you’re lucky.”
I chuckle. Oh yeah. She’s a little firecracker in bed. I know it. And there is nothing I’d rather do than take her back to my hotel and prove my theory.
Later.
Right now we’re out having a good time. “Who’s ready for another round?” I call out to our group. A resounding cheer of agreement sends me up to the bar, where I order another round of shots.
After we all down the drinks, I eye Cydney, tipping my chin toward the mechanical bull. “You ever tried that out?”
She laughs, her curls flying around like fire as she shakes her head. “No, and I’m not about to start now.
“Scared you can’t stay on if it bucks too hard?”
Her eyes sear into mine. “If it bucks to hard, I’ll just get off.”
A slow smile spreads across my face at the heavy innuendo. “You think it’s that easy to get off?”
She leans in close and winks. “If you know what you’re doing. And I do.”
Hell yeah. This night is shaping up better than expected.
I hook a finger into the pocket of her jeans and tug her toward me. “Show me.”