This was gonna be a helluva night.
Two large fans whirling above Lori Dayton did nothing to ease
the sultry flush across her skin, or the increase of her pulse.
One set of fiery blue eyes across the room was responsible for
her sudden reaction and the instant tightening of her nipples.
The man she’d dreamed of for the last four years moved
determinedly from the entrance, straight across the dance floor,
and past the wraparound bar, toward the poolroom situated at the
far end of the establishment where she stood. He didn’t speak to
her nor did he approach. But he was close—too close.
Focus and forget about Dean Wilcox.
He had clearly forgotten about her.
She diverted her gaze from his hot glare, choosing instead to
study the intricate pattern of the tinsel draping the limbs of
the large Christmas tree stuck in the corner. It must have taken
hours to separate and lay each silver strand precisely an inch
apart.
In the distance, she heard the band begin to warm up and
laughter rang. The scent of cigarettes mingled with a variety of
perfumes and colognes. A beer bottle or glass crashed to the
floor. The loud, brittle sound startled her, making her heart
lodge midway in her throat. Normal barroom noises, so why was
she nervous?
“C’mon, sis, call your shot,” Mitch, her partner and brother,
impatiently encouraged. His eyes were fixed on the table as he
chalked his stick. Will and Lance Carter had challenged them to
a game of pool. She hadn’t wanted to play, but Mitch never
turned down a challenge.
Two local gals had their hungry gazes pinned on Mitch’s muscular
six-three frame like it was hunting season, and he was their
quarry. They sat at a high-top table across the way, but looked
like they wanted to slink across the room and wrap themselves
around him. All three of her brothers were babe material—they
had golden hair and eyes to match.
Women thought her brothers were hot, but as far as Lori was
concerned, no man came close to the raw sensuality Dean Wilcox
oozed. When the two gals who had been eyeing Mitch now ogled
Dean, Lori realized she wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Earth to Lori.” Mitch pulled her from her thoughts.
Focus.
Narrowing her eyes, she sized up the table. Pool stick in one
fist, she dragged the other hand along the cool railing, moving
slowly in search of the best shot. She fought not to look at
Dean, not wanting to let him know he affected her, but she
couldn’t help raising her eyes to meet his.
With a condemning stare, he watched her. Only six feet away, he
stood with his legs were wedged apart, unyielding arms folded
across his broad chest. His stance screamed that if she drew any
closer to him he would still be miles away, still be
untouchable.
Forget him.
“Eleven ball, corner pocket.” It would be a stretch, but it
appeared her best choice. Leaning forward, she lengthened her
five-seven frame across the table. With a jerk of her head she
tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and then
positioned her fingers—
Well fuck. Her eyes were focused on Dean’s zipper, which
was directly in line with the corner pocket. The impressive
bulge revealed he was erect, hard. The muscles in her throat
tightened as she swallowed. She knew that cock, knew its length
and girth, the way it felt sliding between her thighs, filling
her to—
Her heart began to pound. What’s the matter with me?
Lust—nothing more. Remember the man hates you.
To make the situation more uncomfortable, when she leaned
farther down, her T-shirt gaped to give him a direct, unhindered
view of her bare breasts—helluva time not to wear a bra.
Dean made no attempt to look away. Instead, his eyes darkened.
His nostrils flared.
And just like that her concentration flew out the door.
Adios! It was gone in a heartbeat.
Once again she found herself thinking of him. Her vaginal
muscles clenched as she imagined his strong hands touching her
breasts, stroking the ache inside her. Her panties dampened.
She licked her suddenly dry lips, blinked.
Focus.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her breasts before. But each time
she slipped the stick back and forth between the cradle of her
thumb and forefinger, she thought of Dean buried deep and
rocking inside her needy core.
Stop it.
With more force than she intended, she thrust her stick forward
and struck the cue ball lower than anticipated.
In horror, she watched the spinning white ball raise from the
felt, clear the rail, and nail Dean dead center of his groin.
They say cowboys don't cry…
Evidently, they do if hit squarely in the nuts. Then all bets
are off. They crumble like a day-old cookie to their knees. At
least that's what Dean did.
With a gut-wrenching “ugh”, he folded over, cupping his
jean-clad crotch. She caught a glimpse of his painful expression
as his golden skin tone drained to a pasty white. Like a snowman
in the middle of summer, he melted and dropped to his knees. His
head followed, bowing low.
“Ouch,” a choir of rowdy cowboys cried in unison, hugging their
cocks. Then they began to laugh hysterically at their fallen
friend.
Exactly what a man found funny about seeing another man getting
his balls crushed Lori would never understand. Perhaps they were
simply glad it was Dean and not one of them.
With a grin, Will retrieved the cue ball and positioned it
behind the invisible boundary on the table. With ease, he
stretched his tall frame over the ocean of green felt, then slid
his pool stick through his fingers. “Mitch, your sister’s been
back, what—two hours? Already the men in Safford have to watch
their gonads.”
Lori restrained the urge to chuck the eight ball at his
crotch. Instead, despite the warning in her head, she went to
Dean’s side.
Crouched down next to him, she inhaled the warm scent of Old
Spice. A tremor visibly shook him. Her hand wavered awkwardly
above his shoulder as she fought the need to touch him.
“Anything I can do?”
He yanked his head up, tossing back locks of wavy, black hair
from his face. Blue eyes watered with the effort it took for him
to breathe. “Get away from me,” he growled.
She flinched.
Those were the exact words he had spoken to her the last time
she’d seen him. Funny they would be the first ones she heard
returning home.
