Wanna B’s was Reese’s stomping ground. She loved the bar, loved the atmosphere, and the assortment of men out in front of her. There were cowboys, lawyers, musicians, businessmen, and every other brand of man for her to choose from. Reese leaned against the bar, a beer at her lips, as she scanned for the perfect bedmate. She had a system. After picking the guy out of the crowd, she’d watch him and usually he’d notice. They would make eyes at each other and, if he had the balls to come up to her, and he checked out as not a sleaze, then she usually went home with him. She never went to their house though, no matter what. She’d go home alone before she’d do that. The reason was because she knew where all the weapons were in her house. Had to keep safe, mind you.
Taking a long pull of her beer, her eyes kept busy until she found him. It didn’t take long. When her eyes landed on him, all she could do was think, Hello, gorgeous. He had to be at least 6’5, big, brawny shoulders, trim waist, great ass, blond hair in a short cut, and dark brown eyes that met hers head on. When his lips curved in a devilish grin, Reese found herself gripping the side of the bar. He was a hair puller. She could tell just by that grin, and she prayed he had the balls to come talk to her. He did, and soon he was crossing the bar. As he closed the distance between them, Reese took in his tight jeans, his western blue shirt that had pearl snaps, and of course, his black cowboy hat. The song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” came to mind, and Reese was all about saving every horse in America just to ride this one cowboy.
With a grin on his face, he bent in and said, “Hi.”
As he pulled back, Reese’s smile grew. He smelled fantastic, not like a cigarette or anything. He had beer on his breath, but she thought that was hot. Bringing her lip between her teeth, she held his gaze before she said hi back.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
He had a deep voice, one that could make her come on demand. Oh, she couldn’t wait to get him home.
“Reese.”
“Reese, I like that.”
“Thank you, and yours?”
“Dillon.”
She grinned, still holding his gaze as she moved a piece of hair out of her eyes. She felt a tingle in her stomach as heat rushed to the spot between her thighs. They had a connection, and she was ready to go home and test that while getting tangled in her sheets.
“Do you have a girlfriend, wife, or anyone that will protest to you leaving and having your way with me?”
His grin grew as he slowly shook his head.
“No ma’am, I don’t.”
Yup, she was pretty sure her thong caught on fire. She took a step towards him, running her hand up his hard abs before resting it on his equally hard chest. When his hand rested against her ass, she knew she was about to have a whole lot of fun with this country hottie.
“Well then, let’s go.”
He was all right.
Nothing mind blowing, and he needed to work on his hair-pulling technique. How hard was it to pull and thrust at the exact right time? He was banging her so hard, and then pulling her hair at the wrong time, that she was convinced he was going to break something. But overall, he did the job and she got her release, which was all she was really worried about. Now Reese had the issue of getting him out of her apartment. Looking down at where Dillon was passed out across her stomach, she let out a breath. She hated this. Why couldn’t guys just fuck her and leave? What was the problem? Why’d they want to stay and cuddle?