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“Later. Let’s just say that we made good use of that private box last night.”

I gasp. “No way. Sweet little Maddie?” I grin wider. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all. “I must be rubbing off on you.”

“Shh,” she hisses. “Later.”

I don’t have time to push the issue because we walk up to something that totally distracts me. A wall of hard, tanned muscle.

Come to mama! These cowboys are larger than life up close. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to the sex gods that these men have yet to put their shirts back on. I’m not really sure why the shirts came off in the first place, but I’m not complaining.

Madison walks me right up to the group standing around backstage. “Colt,” she says, all smooth and businesslike as if the pecs on this guy don’t faze her a bit. “I’d like you to meet my friend Cydney.”

Again, I have the best bestie ever. Colt. More like a fucking stallion.

I put on my most flirtatious grin and sidle up to him. “I must say, you’re pretty amazing with a rope.”

He grins back, slow and sexy, casually taking me in. But his dark eyes flash with something a little dangerous that I find exciting. I want to know more about that.

“So I’ve been told.” His voice has a scratchy quality to it, and I feel the roughness all the way to my core. In a totally good way. Like the way a bit of scruff on a man’s jaw is just the right kind of roughness. Especially scraping against my inner thighs.

I clear my throat as I think of something to say. It’s suddenly difficult now that my mind has gone there.

Colt gives me a wink as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He slings an arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “This girl here seems to have her finger on all the hot spots of the city. You didn’t steer us wrong last night, did she guys?”

The last remark is tossed over his shoulder to some of the other cowboys, who all respond with laughs and cheers.

“Where should we go tonight?” Colt’s question is directed at Maddie, but his eyes are all over me.

“I know a place,” I say before Maddie has a chance. “Complete with a mechanical bull. You game?”

Before I know it, three of the rodeo cowboys have changed and are walking down Thirty-fourth with Maddie and me. We duck into a crowded bar, and the drinks start flowing.

“How long are you in town for?” I ask Colt.

“Few more nights.” His eyes flash again with that same flicker of danger, his eyebrow lifted in question, telling me everything I need to know.

He is totally down with a little fun while he’s in town. Good. So am I. A lock of dark hair falls over his brow, and I can’t resist reaching up and pushing it back. He steps in a little closer, and the air between us thickens, awareness taking hold of me.

Tilting my head up, I smirk. “So, tell me about those rope skills you mentioned earlier.”

Colt lifts a hand to my bare shoulder and trails a finger down my arm. When he reaches my wrist, he lifts it, then grabs the other. He traps them together tightly in front of my face in the narrow space between us, locking them in his big hands.

“First thing you have to know is that you have to take your time,” he murmurs, his voice going low and raspy. “Go slow. You don’t want to rush it. Make sure she’s not skittish.”

My breath catches, and my skin tingles as his eyes glimmer with meaning. He is so not talking about horses.

“Then when you slip the rope around her, you have to move quickly. Binding them up. Keeping them under control. Submissive.”

Holy shit. I can’t explain it, but the words coming out his mouth are the best kind of tease I’ve ever heard. They make me want to be all tied up in his rope.

“Sounds like you have a lot of experience,” I manage.

His smile is wicked, full of intent. He leans in close, his breath teasing my neck. “Like you said earlier, I know what I’m doing.”

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Colt

This girl is just as wild as her bright red curls that are just begging for me to dive my hands into. I can tell by the way her eyes cloud with lust at my words.


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