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Abbi
The air vibrates with the thunder of steel string guitars and the steady pounding of drums as Shae and I walk up the knoll toward the charming A-framed barn. I take in the twinkly white lights draped around the entrance, and a surge of butterflies unleash in my belly.
“Do you think Rachel’s okay?” Shae asks about the third member of our girls’ trip from out of nowhere, and I’m grateful. It takes my mind off the fact that for the first time in my life, I’m kind of - sort of paying someone to have sex with me, and the dirty deed is probably happening tonight.
When we checked in earlier, all three of us requested private riding lessons, which is the code guests use when they want the ranch to provide a sex partner. No joke. It’s one of the main reasons we selected this resort for our trip.
Rachel opted to pass on the barn dance and is staying in her room tonight. “She seemed fine,” I explain. “I sent her a text while I was getting dressed to see if she changed her mind and wanted to come with us.”
Shae frowns. “And what did she say? I hate to think of her all alone.” Shae’s forty, twelve years older than Rachel and I. Our age difference doesn’t matter, but she’s the only one in our group who has a kid. Maybe that’s why she’s so protective of us.
I dig my phone out of my new western-style tooled leather purse and show her Rachel’s text. Shae reads the message aloud. “I’m good where I am. And the okay emoji? That’s it?”
“That’s all she wrote.” I shrug. “My guess is she has her hands full. Fingers crossed; Rachel’s having her first orgasm as we speak and has long forgotten about her idiot ex-fiancé.”
Shae nods, “Let’s hope so.”
We both peek inside the barn’s warm interior, and a few handsome men wearing cowboy hats and plaid shirts check us out.
“Seems promising,” I comment under my breath. “Did you bring the drink tickets?”
“Two each.” She hands me my pair. “I wonder if our matches know we’re here? Should we have stayed in our rooms, too?”
“Nah.” I wave her off. “The lady who checked us in wouldn’t have suggested the dance if she thought coming here would be a problem.”
“I guess you’re right.” Shae smooths down her hair. “Anything in my teeth?” She gives me an exaggerated smile, and I lean in to inspect her pearly white choppers for the spinach we had at dinner.
“You’re good,” I say before tugging the hem of my frilly denim skirt, which seems much shorter tonight than when I bought it.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I suck in a deep breath and square my shoulders.
“Wonder if your match will go down on you right on the dance floor in front of everyone?” Shae teases, stopping me in my tracks. My friends never let me live down the fact I’ve never had oral sex.
Hopefully, after tonight, I won’t have to worry about my lack of experience with tongue action again. “I’m sure he will, right after we all watch you get your pipes cleaned,” I snap back, making her crack up.
“Only one way to find out.” She waves me ahead of her with a wink. “After you.”
We hit the crowded bar first and get cocktails before we cut through a throng of cowboys and find a vacant couch on the opposite side. We guard our spot but stand while we sip our drinks and scope out the crowd. “I guess if our matches don’t track us down in here, we still have tomorrow and half of Sunday. I gesture to a baby-faced cowboy on the dance floor. “What are you going to do if they hook you up with a twenty-one-year-old?”
Shae watches him over the rim of her wine glass. “I can’t even remember what it’s like to be in my twenties.” She blows out a sigh. “But I’m sure I’ll manage.” She gives me a once-over. “You look cute tonight. I meant to tell you earlier.”
“Really?” Relief washes over me as I peer down at my bare knees and the cowboy boots I bought last week. “The skirt isn’t too short?”
“Nope. Not with your legs. It’s the perfect length.” She tips her glass to mine with a “cheers,” and her eyes latch on to something behind me. “I bet he thinks you’re pretty cute, too.”
“Who?” I turn to see who has her attention and lock onto a vision in black, parting a swath of cowboys, heading straight for me. Black boots, jeans, shirt, hat — his devastatingly blue eyes pierce like daggers when they connect with mine. “Hot damn,” I mutter, suddenly overwhelmed.
I wasn’t prepared to meet someone so manly. That’s the only way to describe him. Well over six feet tall, the cowboy inches closer, towering above me, oozing raw masculinity. He makes me feel small and fragile, which is a rare occurrence. I might only be five foot three, but I pack a lot of curves into those inches. His warm cedar and fresh ocean scent cover me like a blanket when he leans in, coming so close to my ear he stirs up the hairs on my neck with his breath.
Shae nonchalantly drifts off to the side, leaving me at his mercy while she watches silently.
“Care to dance?” He offers so smoothly I’m momentarily speechless.
“Um, yes. Sure.” I set my drink down on the nearest table and throw my friend a look of shock. She sends me a devious grin before the cowboy in black wraps his magnificent hand around mine and whisks me away.
Before I have a chance to explain that I don’t know how to do the country dance everyone around us seems to be handling with no problem, my mysterious, handsome as fuck partner slides his big strong hand under my arm, forcing mine to rest on his shoulder. Then he clasps his right hand around my left. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at this,” I mumble nervously before I make a complete ass out of myself.
The cowboy peers down at me with a naughty gleam in his sapphire eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he winks, and oh my God, he has dimples, my personal form of kryptonite on a man. “Have you ever danced a two-step?”
I shake my head, admitting, “There’s no guaranteeing I won’t step on your feet.”
“You’re so petite,” he rasps in a low gravelly voice, coated in some kind of cowboy sugar magic. “I wouldn’t notice. Step on me anytime ...” I raise my brows. I highly doubt he is being honest, but he’s still making me swoon. “The dance is in four-four time,” he explains, and I’d be perfectly content to stand here all night holding his hand and staring at him. “Each slow step is one beat; each quick step is a half beat. Ready?”
“Honestly, not really.” I was daydreaming, thinking about you naked.
Mr. Dimples tightens his grip around my waist, sending pulses of heat through my core, and sweetly counts the beats out loud for me with his deep, husky voice. I have to pry my eyes away from his face and concentrate as he instructs me through the steps, showing me how to adjust my feet. At first, I stumble self-consciously, but his touch puts me at ease.
“Just relax,” he says, with a powerful hand on my back as we take our first steps in unison. “Follow my lead and let the music guide you. My name is Aidan, by the way.” He sends me a panty-dropping smile like it doesn’t matter when or how he introduces himself, only that I’ll be by his side all night.
“Abbi,” I stammer, stuck with two left feet. But in his arms, I could face plant and still be alright. With each step that doesn’t land on his steel-toed boot, I start growing bolder. Before long, I’m grinning from ear to ear, and we’re spinning and twirling together like I actually know what I’m doing. Aiden’s steady lead makes it easy for me to follow, and I lose myself in the music's rhythm.
Is Aiden the one they’ve matched me with tonight? Should I come right out and ask? I feel guilty for not telling him my date could be walking in any minute, but what do I know? My partner could be scheduled to see me tomorrow or Sunday. Besides, I’m too embarrassed to admit I’m so desperate to have oral sex I asked for a private riding lesson.
Aiden grins down at me, eyes shimmering in the dim light. “You’re a natural.”
I feel a blush heat my cheeks. “Thanks,” I say with a soft smile. When the song ends, the band switches to something slow and bluesy. Aiden doesn't hesitate and draws me close to his chest. While one hand ignites a wildfire of shivers over my bare arm, the other caresses my back with delicate circles, inching dangerously close to my bottom.
We’ve somehow moved to the darkest corner of the dance floor where no one can see us. “Your skin is like peaches, soft and warm in the summer sun. Every eye in this place is on you, peach, and they all know you are mine,” he whispers hoarsely, sending shivers through me.
Aiden pulls back and captures me in a stare. The air shifts, crackling around us, as if we’re protected from the world in our own little bubble. His dark eyes, full of desire, burn into mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. He lifts a finger and traces the line of my cheekbone, making my heart beat even faster. I lift my chin, and his lips crash into mine with a force and hunger I've never felt before. He moans as his hands explore my body with abandon, gripping my hips and caressing my back. I can’t help but imagine how his tongue would feel between my legs.
As if reading my mind, his tongue parts my lips and delves into my mouth to tangle with mine, leaving me breathless. My heart slams against my ribcage as his rugged hands move lower and lower, kneading my ass, exploring my curvy hips, and sliding around my sides to the front, barely grazing my breasts.
His hands slip lower, pulling me tight against him. I part my thighs and rock my hips, loving the feel of his steely erection against my drenched pussy. We groan into our kisses, holding each other tight, with an inferno raging between us. I know there’s no turning back.
The music and the other couples around us become a distant buzz as I melt, swept away by his fresh masculine scent, his touch, his outrageous lips, and that big girthy present between his legs. We finally break apart, both of us breathless.
Aiden looks at me, his eyes still smoldering, and then he grins lazily. “How did I get so fucking lucky?” he asks, trailing kisses from my cheek down my neck. I let out a soft gasp as his lips move to my collarbone, and his hand slides lower, cinching tightly around my waist. He presses his body closer, our hips meet, and my pussy desperately throbs for his touch.
His lips linger on mine, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment. We're practically humping each other as the band brings us into the next song. I feel myself falling more and more under this amazing cowboy’s spell. I try to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart, but it's impossible with Aiden's body flush against mine.
My pulse surges whenever we move, and my hard sensitive nipples rake against his chest. Aiden is dripping sexual masculinity from his pores, and I'm putty in his hands. His erection is growing harder and harder against me. We're both on fire, melting a little more with every moment.
Is this really happening? I look up in the semi-darkness, craning my neck to stare at his rugged, perfectly chiseled features. It’s clear he’s a man who’s seen his fair share of hard living. But that devilish spark in his stare, that wild, reckless gleam, tells me there’s far more to Aiden than meets the eye.
When the song winds down and people filter off the floor, I come back to reality. Aiden takes my hand and leads me back to the sofa where he found me. I'm lightheaded from his kisses. My heart is still racing as I sink into the soft cushions. I suck in a breath as Aiden lowers himself beside me, sending sparks of electricity through my body.
When he takes his hat off, I get a clear look at his handsome, chiseled face and sandy blonde hair for the first time. With his penetrating, crystal blue eyes, and those irresistible dimples, the man is crazy good-looking.
Without a word, his massive fingers inch over the couch cushion as if my backside is drawing him to me like a magnet. I’m glued to the sight as he slides his hand, palm up, under my left ass cheek. His caress scorches my flesh, making me groan and shift my aching pussy closer to his fingers.
Aiden studies my reaction with those dark, dangerous eyes smoldering with heat. I’m wearing sheer pink lingerie that barely covers me, so there’s no ignoring the way his fingers are grazing down the crease of my butt. His touch is so tantalizingly close to my wet opening that I’m trembling, waiting for one of his fingers to slip under my sopping underwear.
“Would you two like another cocktail?” A pretty server holding a tray of empty glasses peers down at us, and I freeze. Doesn’t she know what Aiden and I are doing?
“Sure,” Aiden replies, with a sinful grin spreading over his face as his fingers move toward the elastic of my panties. His touch sets my skin on fire, my pulse quickening as jolts of electricity spark from his fingertips straight to my core. I can barely contain my reaction. The intensity of his strokes grows stronger by the second. He innocently glances at my empty glass. “Another?”
I nod, trying not to pant. “Tequila Sunrise, please,” I manage to choke out.
“And I’ll have a whiskey neat.”
“I’ll be right back.” The apparently oblivious server smiles and takes off.
“Aiden,” I whisper.
“What?” he purrs, wrapping his arms around me and repositioning my body so my back is against his chest. I’m practically on his lap; his hands wedged up my skirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I saw you.” Aiden’s lips move slowly across my neck as he whispers, “You feel so fucking good.” His thick fingertip trails along my slick center, sending waves of pleasure through my quivering body. I writhe in anticipation, silently begging him to take me over the edge. “I’ll bet you taste as good as you feel.”
“Fuck.” I whimper raggedly and grasp the table as he moves a finger deeper inside me, and I clamp around him. His thumb skims over my clitoris, my eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
“Here you go.” I still, blinking my eyes open. The server nonchalantly drops our drinks off with a friendly smile. “Enjoy.” She grins before moving to her next customer.
“Aiden,” I moan, powerless to leave his lap. I know this is wrong. Hell, my private riding lessons match could be out there in the crowd of cowboys trying to find me, but I don’t care. I only want to be with Aiden.
“Spread your legs, baby girl.” I angle my neck and see the fire in his eyes. His erection jabs into the base of my spine when I move. “Spread them,” he commands again. Helplessly, I do as he says, and he slides another finger inside me while making circles around my slippery clit with his thumb. I jerk my hips, every fiber of my being pulsing and begging for that thumb to rub my throbbing button.
“Excuse me,” a strange gruff voice calls out over the music, and I open my eyes, teetering on the verge of bliss. A cowboy with his arm around a woman approaches us. He points to the far edge of the couch. “You mind if we sit there?”
