Boots and the Heartbreaker: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 11 Read Free Page B

breath. Colin wanted to kiss her. Based on her wide-eyed reaction, and the way she swayed toward him, Fancy wanted to kiss him too. She’d have to come to him.
    Fancy lifted her chin, her lips brushing against his. “This means nothing.”
    “Like hell it doesn’t,” Colin growled, crushing her to his chest. He claimed her lips like he’d wanted to since he saw her the first day he’d run into her in town. That day he’d seen her at the diner with Carl Landers, pretending to be his real estate agent, while Colin’s mother gave Carl the goo-goo eyes and practically salivated over Fancy’s uncle.
    None of that mattered now. He had Fancy in his arms, holding her so close they might as well be naked. His cock nudged her belly through the thick denim of his jeans, getting harder by the second.
    At first, she was stiff in his arms. After a moment, Fancy slowly melted against him. Curling her hands around his shoulders, she slid them down his back and into his pockets, pressing him closer. When she opened her mouth to him, her tongue darted out to meet his.
    Colin swept past her teeth, his tongue caressing hers in a long, slow glide, tasting the minty freshness of her mouth, thrusting in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do with his dick.
    Sweet Jesus, he wanted to strip her naked and take her there, with the cases of beer and Jack Daniels whiskey, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening in the dim light of the yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling.
    He’d fuck her hard, until all the pain of the past eight years faded. Colin slid his hand beneath her shirt, flicked the hooks on her bra and captured one of her breasts in his palm. God, she had beautiful breasts—full and luscious, like juicy fruit, ripe for tasting.
    The nipple hardened beneath his palm and her fingers in his back pockets curled against his ass. Fancy closed her eyes, her head tilting back, her breathing ragged. “This is insane.”
    “Damn right it is.” He lifted her shirt and bra and sucked the nipple into his mouth, toying with the hardened bud, flicking and licking.
    Fancy raised her hands to his ears and held on, pulling him closer. “A huge mistake.”
    “No doubt.” He slipped his hands down her waist to cup her bottom, and lifted her onto a stack of boxes.
    She rested her hands on his chest. “This can’t be happening.”
    “But it is.” Colin bent to nibble at her earlobe.
    Fancy spread her legs wide, allowing him to step between. She grabbed for the button on his jeans, yanking it open with a quick jerk. Then she carefully slid the zipper down.
    With nothing holding it back, Colin’s cock jutted out, hard, thick and ready for action.
    Fancy’s fingers circled him, sliding along his length, smooth, soft and firm.
    Colin ran his hands up her thighs and beneath the flirty denim skirt, pushing it up to her hips, exposing the tiny triangle of material over her sex. He slid the material to the side and pressed a finger into her damp channel.
    “Do you have protection?” she asked, her voice hitching as he swirled inside her. “Please tell me you do.”
    “Yes.” With one finger inside her, he reached with his other hand for the wallet in his back pocket and handed it to her.
    Fancy flipped it open and removed the foil packet and then slid his wallet back in his rear pocket. With efficient movements she removed the condom from its wrapping and rolled it over Colin’s cock, smoothing her hand over the rubber from the tip to the hilt, capturing his balls between her fingers. She gave a gentle but urgent squeeze. “Fuck me, cowboy.”
    Colin chuckled. “When did you acquire a dirty mouth?”
    “When I waited eight years for a repeat performance.” She wiggled her bottom on the box moving toward the edge, stripped off the thong underwear and tossed them over a case of Bud Light. “Don’t make me wait another minute.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He gripped her hips and drove into her, thrusting all the way in until he was fully