The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) Read Free

inside.”
    “You mean my hat?”
    “No, you.”
    “Didn’t reckon I was the prize.” He grinned at her. Didn’t matter if he won at pool or not. He got exactly what he wanted.
    “The ultimate one.”
    Funny he thought that about her. He wrapped his arm around her and took in her scent, her body fitting up against his, the thin frame comfortable, but again, not perfect.
    He liked a woman with some meat on her.
    “What kinda drinks you got in there?” He still hadn’t forgotten what he came to forget, and he needed to get some more alcohol in him quick.
    “Tequila.” It would work all right.
    “Limes?” he asked.
    “How do you know?”
    “It’s what you wanted at the bar. You seem like that kinda girl.” His hand dipped lower on her back the pockets of her jeans, grabbing what he wanted, but it only seemed to make her friendlier.
    “Baby, you have no idea who I am.”
    Oh he knew her type, right down to the pseudo-western decor that he was sure adorned her home. Letoya grabbed her keys and started jingling them in her hand. Suddenly, she stopped and turned, looking at him. “Are you a real cowboy?” she asked.
    “What?”
    “I wanna know. Are you a real cowboy? You got the hat and the dirt. Are you?”
    “I dunno, I’m a bull rider. That real enough for you?” He watched as she leaned against him, her dark skin against his light. It was a beautiful contrast, and to be honest, it made him thankful for all the different kinds of people in the world.
    Not everyone was just like him.
    “Sure is.” She said, grinning as she turned and put her key in the lock. “I like real cowboys.”
    Shoot.
    Just as he predicted. Luke walked in to an array of western decor stretching all the way back to the obvious 1970’s. This girl loved her some cowboys.
    That was exactly what he was going to give her. Luke didn’t waste any time, rather than saying a word he headed right for her liquor cabinet and started pulling down bottles and shot glasses. Dammit, he needed a quick pick me up.
    “You want one or two?” He asked, filling them up.
    “One. No. Two.” She said as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He could feel those firm breasts on his back, teasing him.
    His cock twitched.
    “I can do that.” He poured them each two shots and then grabbed one, slamming it down his throat, then the other.
    She grabbed on of hers. “Slow down there, cowboy. Don’t want you to be passing out before I even got you in my bed.” Letoya slammed down a couple of her own.
    It wouldn’t matter. She just needed to take it all off and take him to that little land of pleasure that would let him forget all of his disappointments. Forget that he was a disappointment.
    He shook away the dark thoughts that were threatening to overtake him and turned so that instead of facing away from Letoya, he was facing towards her.
    Such a welcome little distraction.
    “You gonna chase down my alcohol with a little kiss?” he asked, grabbing her and pulling her into him. She giggled, but made no move to push him away, instead folding herself into his arms. She was pliable and soft, just like he liked them.
    And her kiss was excellent.
    Those salty sweet lips touched his and pulled at his memories, stuffing them away and forcing him to live in the here and now. To be perfectly present without having to think, and that was exactly what he wanted.
    He held onto the kiss, but she bit his lip a tiny little growl escaping from in-between her teeth.
    Damn, this woman was certainly feisty. He grabbed her up and pulled her into him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
    “Which way to the bedroom?”
    She didn’t say anything, buried too deeply into his neck, she just kept kissing him, pointing in the direction of the hallway.
    He would have to figure it out for himself. He carried her down the hallway, looking into two different little rooms before he came upon what had to of been her bedroom.
    It was small, like the