― ʸᵉʰ⁸ʷ

near  jumps  by  the  surprising  yet  playful  squeeze  of  her  sides,  a  yelp  escaping  the  vet  as  she's  lifted  onto  the  counter  top.  instantly  scooting  closer  to  his  warmer  body,  the  surface  cold  beneath  bare  thighs,  a  pinkish  hue  spreading  over  the  bridge  of  her  nose  and  the  apples  of  her  cheeks.       ❝ dakota,  ❞       she  softly  murmurs,  playing  with  the  golden  chain  that  had  dangled  above  her  pretty  features  last  night  -  distracting  herself  from  the  fact  she  isn't  wearing  any  panties.  not  quite  sure  where  she'd  lost  them  last  night.  ankles  crossing  behind  his  back  to  keep  him  close.

at the start, she wasn't doing it on purpose. there were no seats available and his lap looked awful tempting to her. so she sat, and she moved as she grabbed drinks. all so innocent to begin with. until red-head clocked a bodily response to all her ... wriggling. which just made her do it more, every chance she got. with that innocent look on her face. pearly whites capture plump bottom lip, air leaving her nostrils in amusement. her own body certainly reacted to that. feeling a heat prickling the back of her neck, between those traitorous thighs of hers. "in front of everyone?" willa turns her head enough for her lips to brush the shell of his ear as she whispers. "sure you could handle that kind of attention on me?" red-head taunts, clearing her throat a little as she adjusts her position.

a  breathy  exhale  escapes  the  veterinarian  as  filth  spills  from  inviting  brims,  taken  a  surprise  that  leaves  her  aching  for  more  than  the  kiss  she  would've  settled  for.  head  tilted,  her  lips  meeting  his  -  muffling  the  soft  moan  that  escapes  her  at  the  rich  taste  of  whiskey  and  him.  forehead  comes  to  rest  against  his  as  she  breaks  the  kiss,  her  breathing  laboured  and  a  desperate  glint  in  her  darkened  gaze.       ❝ you  should  take  me  home...  ❞       the  night  may  still  be  young,  last  call  is  hours  away.  heel  of  her  palm  rubs  the  straining  length,       ❝ put  me  on  my  knees,  and  make  me  forget  those  that  came  before,  ❞       list  isn't  long,  and  she  has  a  feeling  he's  bound  to  throw  her  world  of  it's  access.       ❝ promise  i'll  be  such  a  good  girl  for  you...  ❞

willa was a glutton for punishment --- and her punishment came in the form of dakota brooks. she should learn her lesson. he wasn't hers on the rodeo circuit, he's everyone else's. so why did she think she was going to surprise him and he wasn't going to be chatting up some leggy blonde. just the look on his face was challenge enough. she wasn't usually the jealous type --- but she was definitely the get even type. which was worse. "good." willa relaxes her grip on him, but those green eyes of hers held a storm he'd do well to steer clear of. "because i want you to watch me... while i dance with your friend." her hand does connect with his cheek, but it's more in a condescending tap than a slap before turning on her heel.

a  suggestion  rather  than  a  promise,  causing  the  vet  to  raise  an  eyebrow  at  the  cowboy.  perhaps  still  adjusting,  a  vastly  different  experience  compared  to  the  college  boys  she  had  fucked  in  the  past  -  what  kept  her  hooked  too.  more  experienced,  knew  how  to  bring  her  to  the  edge  of  ecstasy  -  there  was  no  faking  to  stroke  an  ego,  just  pure  bliss.       ❝ what  is  it  with  obsession  with  fucking  someone  while  they're  wearing  your  clothes?  ❞       encountered  a  jersey-kink  once  or  twice  before,  amusing,  however,  that  despite  the  experience  he  seems  just  as  intrigued  by  it.  fingertips  trail  up  his  chest  before  locking  around  the  back  of  his  neck,       ❝ or  is  it  a  polite  way  to  say  you're  not  attracted  to  me,  ❞       tone  playful,  knowing  fully  well  it's  quite  the  opposite.

breath  hitches  at  the  back  of  her  throat  as  his  hot  breath  fans  across  the  soft  dermis,  ivories  grazing  and  leaving  a  trail  of  gooseflesh  behind.       ❝ and  you  like  that,  ❞       not  a  question  but  a  confident  statement.  call  it  liquid  courage,  heel  of  her  palm  skating  higher  -  soft  fingertips  toy  with  the  zipper  of  his  all  too  tight  denims.  twisting  the  chain  tighter,  pupils  blown  as  she  stares  him  down.  unwilling  to  back  down.       ❝ you  should  just  shut  me  up,  ❞       tone  laced  with  challenge,  not  exactly  hidden  at  the  front  of  bar  -  yet  he  towers  over  her  with  his  broad  frame.  hiding  her  from  immediate  view.  tugging  on  the  gold  chain,  taunting  him  for  his  previous  statement  -  holden's  threat  to  keep  men  away  from  his  oldest  daughter.       ❝ or  are  you  too  much  of  a  frightened  boy  to  kiss  me?  ❞

had  not  intended  to  stay  the  night,  not  part  of  their  unspoken  agreement.  even  if  he'd  offered  her  to  stay,  she  had  had  every  intention  of  leaving,  figuring  it  was  post-orgasm  nonsense  he'd  muttered  into  the  crook  of  her  neck.  five  minutes  of  admiring  the  steer  wrestler  as  he  slept,  tracing  the  scratch  marks  adorning  the  expanse  of  his  impressive chest.  before  she  knew  it  she'd  been  lulled  to  sleep  by  his  heavy  sound  of  his  breathing.  her  clothes  from  the  night  nowhere  in  sight,  his  chequered  flannel  haphazardly  buttoned  before  limping  into  his  kitchen.  stumbling  into  his  broad  frame  when  he  snakes  an  arm  around  her  narrow  waist  and  hauls  her  close.  chocolate  hues  flutter  close,  allowing  herself  a  moment  to  enjoy  the  moment,  a  raspy  giggle  tumbling  past  pouty  brims  at  his  change  of  heart.       ❝ are  you  always  this  indecisive  in  the  morning?  ——  ❞       petite  palms  splay  over  the  now  less  irritated  skin,  sweetly  pecking  at  the  marks  she  had  left  behind  before  head  tilts,  peering  up  at  him  through  dark  fluttering  lashes.       ❝ ——  do i need to make the decision for you? ❞

there he goes, touching her. like he still has a right to --- which dakota brooks sort of does. they do this song and dance every time. he's here, and it's great. he leaves for the rodeo, and she's left behind. again and again and again. she feels like the fucking mistress, and maybe she was. willa was better than this, better than what he reduced her to --- and then he goes and fucking touches her. the red-head stops, looks down at where his hand had disappeared and slowly tilts her head up to him. "you want to see me naked, dakota?" there was a testing step towards him, her nose purposely brushing against the stubble littering his chin, as if there was any space to begin with. but willa was a fire that could not be put out. "you'll have to beg." her falsely delicate appendage wraps around his wrist to pry that delicious hand off her. "you remember how to do that, right?"

careful,   your  dad  told  me  to  keep  my  hands  off  of  you