Groaning, he took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, let’s get this shit done.”
He took off toward the bar and I laughed the entire time. When we walked inside, there weren’t too many people in there, but the whole place fell silent as he stopped in the middle of the dance floor. There was an old juke box in the corner and I wasn’t surprised to see the song I wanted on the list . . . Cotton Eye Joe.
“Dude, what the fuck ya doing?” someone shouted with a laugh.
Giggling, I slipped in the money and pressed the button. The second the song came on, Blake sighed and then moved across the dance floor, kicking his feet up and holding onto the huge belt buckle at his waist—true Cotton Eye Joe style. The crowd cheered and clapped for him and so did I. I was able to get a few more pictures of him before the camera died. Those were definitely going home with me.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. It was Blake’s friend, Liam. “Did he lose a bet or something?” he asked, chuckling as he watched Blake on the dance floor.
I laughed. “Yep. Just make sure to give him grief about it every time you see him.”
“Hell yeah. I can promise you that.”
I looked down at his green scrubs. “You’re a doctor?”
He finished his beer and nodded. “Going on ten years now. Is it hard to believe a guy like me could be one?”
I held up my hands. “No, not at all. I guess I just figured you’d be in the ranching business, like Blake.”
He burst out laughing. “Someone has to take care of these idiot cowboys when they get hurt. Evans was one of my most frequent patients when he first moved out here. Those horses loved to buck him off.”
Blake finished dancing and headed straight over. “Telling lies about me, doc?”
Liam shook his hand. “Nope, just enjoying the show. Thanks for the entertainment. Now I need to get home to the wife before she starts to wonder where I’m at.”
Blake put his arm around me. “I hear ya. I need to get this one home to dole out a little payback for making me look like a fucking idiot.”
Liam snorted. “You do that all on your own, so don’t pass blame onto her.” Blake slapped him on the back and they both laughed. “Have a good night you two,” Liam said before strolling away.
I moved out from under Blake’s arm. “Payback, huh? You lost the bet, fair and square. I don’t think I deserve retaliation of any kind.”
He leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “Not that kind of payback, princess. I’m pretty sure you’ll like what I have in mind.”
The second we got inside the house, he lifted me in his arms and carried me into his room. For the past couple of weeks, it had been my room as well. I felt safe with him, and worst of all, I was falling in love with him. It was dangerous to want a man like Blake, but I couldn’t resist him. Setting me down, he unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I slid my underwear off and crawled back on the bed while I watched him unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.
“You love to keep me waiting, don’t you?”
He winked. “Someone has to. You can’t always have what you want, when you want it.”
I narrowed my gaze. “Wanna bet?”
Grabbing his waistband, I playfully nibbled on his jean-covered arousal as I unzipped and lowered his pants and boxers. He sucked in a sharp breath when I wrapped my lips around his tip and flicked it with my tongue.
He fisted his hands in my hair. “Damn, baby.”
I sucked him off as hard as I could, his moans making me wet between my legs. I wanted him inside me. “Lie down,” I whispered. Sliding back on the bed, I patted the space beside me.
Smirking, he spread my legs instead and rubbed his cock against my clit. “I know what you’re up to, princess. It’s not going to work.”