Roping the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch .5)
“I’m Braxton,” he finally says. “And I’m buyin’ you a shot. Make it a double. Think ya need it.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s fine. I should probably go home.”
“You’re gonna let some asshole ruin your night? Fuck him. If he can’t even give you the courtesy of meetin’ up with you, then he ain’t worth your damn time.”
A smile touches my lips. “Now I can drink to that.” Braxton hands me a double shot of tequila, and we clink our glasses together. I lick the salt, take the liquid gold, then hurry to put the lime in my mouth. Tequila gives me too much courage, and for that reason, I stopped drinking it. Mainly because it gets me in trouble.
The alcohol burns as it goes down, and Braxton shoots me a wink, then takes me by the hand. Before he can lead me out to the dance floor, I gulp the rest of my cosmo, and then we go.
“You never told me your name,” he whispers, placing his large hands tightly around my waist and pulling me close to his solid body. Considering he’s so tall, I’m happy I wore these heels.
“I’m Katarina, but everyone calls me Kat.”
“Kat? I like that. Meow.” He chuckles, holding me in his strong arms as we two-step around the room. Eventually, the song changes to a slower one, and when I look up into his green eyes, I feel the fire burning between us. As if an electrical current pulls us close, our lips crash together, and we kiss one another greedily. I know I shouldn’t do this, but for one night, I want to feel wanted by someone, especially somebody as sexy as Braxton. One-night stands aren’t my thing, but I’m thirty miles from home, and I’ve never seen him around before, so he can be my best-kept secret just this once.
One thing leads to another, and I become desperate for him. I feel like a love-sick teenager again as I tell him exactly what I want him to do to me.
“Seriously?” He nearly chokes upon hearing my words.
“Come home with me,” I tell him, allowing the tequila courage to take over. “I’ll get a cab.”
He agrees and follows me to one of the only cabs in the area that parks around the bars in town. Within twenty minutes, we’re dropped off at my house. We can’t keep our hands off one another, and as soon as we’re inside and the door closes, it’s like our clothes magically fall off. Braxton’s muscles cascade down his body, and he has one of those sexy V’s that leads straight to the full package. My eyes go wide, and he notices.
“It doesn’t bite,” he tells me. I grab him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, not wanting to waste any time.
His lips paint across my skin, and soon he’s unwrapping a condom and fucking me so good I can no longer think of words—just emotions and sounds. For once, I let go. Enjoying myself, enjoying the way his dick slams into me and fills me. We’re panting and moaning. I’m happy I don’t have many neighbors, though I’m sure the whole state of Texas can hear us fucking. Braxton is soft and gentle but strong and rough all at the same time. I can’t get enough of him. Even as my orgasm builds and spills over, I want more.
As soon as I come, he flips me over and digs his thumbs into my hips as he takes me from behind. Moments later, he’s exploding inside me, and the sound of his throaty moans as he comes is the sexiest sound in the world. We quickly clean up, then collapse on my bed where he holds me like we’ve been lovers for years when, in reality, we’ve only known each other for a few hours.
The spring morning comes early, and the sunlight peeking through my window wakes me. As my eyes flutter open, I realize my bare body has a strong arm wrapped around it. Realizing what I did—well, what the tequila made me do—somewhat freaks me the fuck out. Slowly, I slide out of my bed and try to sneak to the bathroom, but he stirs, causing me to freeze midstep.
“Kat?” he asks. “Where ya goin’?”
I pull the sheet from the bed and secure it around my body.
“Braxton,” I say, surprised I actually remembered his name. Memories from last night come back to me in snapshots as he lies completely naked and confident in my bed. “You need to leave.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Seriously?”
I suck in a deep breath, then release it. “Yes. Sorry. This was a total lapse of judgment on my part to which I blame my old friends tequila and vodka for my impulsiveness.”
“Oooookay then,” he says, not even hesitating. I know he’s pissed as he walks naked toward the living room where our clothes lie scattered across the floor. I hear him talking on the phone and asking someone to pick him up.