A rectangular table sat in one corner, more than likely where the hotel staff folded most of the linens. Shelves of towels and sheets lined the walls, along with some cleaning supplies like buckets and scrub brushes. And interestingly enough, a chair. A cushioned chair.
With a wicked grin, Alex unbuttoned his shirt, her soft lips kissing each inch of skin she exposed. Brett had never felt so out of control. His entire body buzzed with arousal. He should have told her to stop, but he couldn’t. In that closet, they were in their own world and nothing else existed. Just Alex and Brett.
She ran her hands up his chest, lightly scratching his nipples until they were hard points, almost painful. Alex leaned forward and her hot little tongue lapped at one, then the other. He couldn’t stop the shudder that wracked his body. He’d had dreams of Alex’s tongue on his body for a very long time.
She slipped his shirt off and laid it on the table. As she lightly touched his back and shoulders, she kissed his healing wound. Brett wondered how long he’d be able to stand. Alex’s face pressed against his back and she inhaled deeply.
“You smell good,” she whispered.
He didn’t think that was too true since he hadn’t taken a bath before coming to see her. A quick splash from the well pump had sufficed. However, he wasn’t about to argue with her.
Her nimble fingers skimmed along his waistband, reaching around to unfasten his trousers and push them down with his drawers. They puddled at his feet. A sharp pain in his ass made him jump a country mile.
“What are you doing?” he hissed.
“Sorry.” She chuckled under her breath. “I couldn’t resist.”
She’d bitten his ass. Bitten him!
When her touch fell between his thighs, Brett forgot about the bite. With the light caress, he grabbed the table for support. Again she reached around, pressing her breasts into his back. He realized somehow she’d gotten undressed behind him while he was busy acting like an idiot over her.
Her bare skin pushed against him, while one hand cupped his balls and the other encircled his cock. Sweet, sweet heaven.
Her talented hands—he’d dream about those hands for the rest of his life now—pleasured him. Touching, caressing, running her fingernails up and down his sensitive skin.
“Mmmm…” she breathed into his ear. “Someone’s ready.”
Brett wanted to shout, “Hell, yes I’m ready.”
Instead, he nodded, struck mute by her hands on him. She moved away and he felt something pushing against his knees. As he lost his balance, the chair appeared beneath him and he sat. Thank God for that.
Alex stepped around in front of him. He’d never seen anything as beautiful or sexy as she was at that moment in the dim light of the linen closet. She knelt in front of him and he held his breath, desperate to see what she’d do next.
“What do you want me to do, Brett?” Her hands continued to stroke him, driving him mad. “Tell me.” Alex always had shown him what it meant to live in the moment. And he damn sure meant to do it.
He leaned forward to grasp her waist, pulling her to her feet. His tongue snaked out to her bellybutton, licking the soft skin. Looking up at her, he kissed her.
“I want you to ride me.”
She smiled like a siren. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
Big girls don’t cry over a spilled chocolate milkshake—they run like crazy.
The Cowboy Plan
© 2009 Denise Belinda McDonald
Alex Barrett’s all too “real life” sentence is almost over. She’s spent years being a parent to her siblings—and her flaky mother. What was her reward, other than an empty bed? Nothing. And now that she’s almost free, nothing’s exactly what she plans to do. Except have fun.
One minute she’s one of thousands of panting female fans at hotter-than-hot Drew Hartford’s concert. The next, she’s all wet—and so is he. Okay, so it’s only because she dumped a milkshake all over him.
Drew’s meteoric rise to the top of the country charts is fueled by the swooning women who throw themselves at his feet. Alex? She’s different. When their icy paths cross, she doesn’t throw her panties, she beats a hasty retreat. There’s only one way to keep this intriguing lady around long enough to charm her out of those panties: offer her a job she can’t refuse.
Drew may be every female’s definition of a fantasy man, but a paycheck and a roll in the hay do not a relationship make. Besides, Alex is tired of living 24/7 for someone else. Even a someone who’s offering her dreams of happily ever after…
Warning: Hot and heavy loving; stuff country songs are made of.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Cowboy Plan:
Alex stared at the screen. “I’ll be…” Someone named Cowboy Andy had sent her a private e-mail. She’d seen some of his comments yesterday, pretty much backing up everything she said. She tried to picture who it could be. Maybe the big burly man with Drew? Naw, why would he care one way or the other? Why would anyone for that matter? Still, Andy had been in Burger Barn, had seen what had happened enough to comment.
But who was Andy? She tapped her chin, the crowd at the restaurant flashed through her mind. He could have been sitting anywhere. The gaggle of teens had been large enough to swallow up most of the sitting area. She wouldn’t be able to pick the man from a line-up.
How weird.
Her fingers hovered over the keys. “To delete or not to delete? That is the question.” She pulled her fingers back and let her hand fall down beside the chair and brush against Romeo’s fur.
“How’d he get my address?” The velvet-soft ear slipped through her fingers. She only had to open it to find out.
When Alex opened the new mail she discovered that he’d sent it to her through the forum’s auto-forward feature. Her heart sunk a smidge. “Yeah, because having a stalker is so much better.” She laughed.
Don’t let Angel get to you. She’s just jealous of anyone who has run across Drew. She’s stalked him for the better part of a year and she’s only actually met the man twice.
“How does he know all of this, Romeo?” Alex reached for her necklace as she had countless times before. When her fingers touched nothing she sighed. “I could ask. Then he’d have my e-mail address. Do I care? Man, I need to get out more if the highlight of my day is talking to you—” she glanced over at Romeo, “—and the computer.”
If she wasn’t mistaken, Romeo growled as if in agreement. Alex snorted and, without giving it too much more thought, hit the reply button.
What’s her deal? she typed back. Is she psycho or something?
Alex hit the send key and ran into the kitchen for a soda. When she came back, she found a note on her screen that Cowboy Andy wanted to know if she’d be interested in instant messaging.
He must have been sitting right there at his computer. Her stomach knotted. What to do? What to do? Alex leaned back in the chair and stared up at the crooked light fixture above. A quick glance told her the request was still there, hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. What the hell. She accepted before she second guessed herself and chickened out.
“Morning.” A little box popped up at the top of the screen.
“Eager boy,” Alex ruffled Romeo’s fur. “Back at you.”
“Did you see? They’re roasting Angel?” popped up on her screen.
At least, that’s what she thought it said. There were several missing letters. She imagined a kid e-mailing her, but she didn’t think they allowed folks under eighteen on Drew’s forum. Not to mention Alex was positive there had been no children at the Burger Barn at one in the morning. One way to find out. “A/S/L.”
Nothing came back for a long moment until he replied, “What?”
“Great. He’s probably twelve, Romeo. First guy to show any interest in months and I get a puberty challenged internet newbie.” She shook her head and typed, “It means ‘age’, ‘sex’, and ‘location’.”
After a lag, thirty-five popped up on the screen
followed by as often as possible and Houston.
Alex snorted. Not a child, thank goodness. Assuming he was telling the truth. Kids these days probably knew more than she did. And if it was… She took a long sip of the diet cherry cola and swallowed hard. She had to smack her chest to dislodge the fizzies. “I’m a big fat pervert. What do you think, Romeo? Houston’s a bit of a drive for a concert isn’t it? A kid wouldn’t go that far would they?” The sleepy pooch stretched but didn’t so much as give her the slightest enlightenment. “You’re no help at all. I don’t know why I pay so much for your kibble.” At the mention of food, his head popped up. “Go back to sleep.”
“Hello?” The little instant message box blinked.
“Oh sorry.” He’d asked for her info. “Thirty-three, ditto,” though the thought caused her a moment of pause as she tried to remember the last time she’d participated in a horizontal tango. The fact she had to count backwards—on two hands,
twice—depressed her. “And I’m in Fort Worth. Question. Were you at the concert here the other night?”
He didn’t answer right away. “Yes.”
“And really at a restaurant afterward?” Another long pause. It was like pulling teeth with this guy.
“Yes. Burger Barn off the highway.”
A moment of relief rolled through her. She wasn’t sure why. But knowing her Angel-bashing champion was actually there the night she’d iced Drew, he wasn’t just backing her up to hit on her, made her feel better. “Man oh man. I was kinda hoping no one actually saw the shake incident.”
“Why? You think Drew will need a witness to come forward?”
Again, she thought it might be what it said. Cowboy Andy had atrocious spelling skills. “Right. Like he’d take the time to track me down.”
“Stranger things…”
“Sure.” As if Drew gave her a single thought once he’d changed from his chocolate jeans. “That was an awesome concert.”
“Think so?”
“Oh yeah.” Alex could still feel the vibes from the crowd, the hum of the six-foot tall speakers and the rumble in her chest as two-thousand-plus screaming fans slapped their boots on the hardwood floor in time to the beat. “And that new song, I loved it.”
“It was okay.”
“Okay? Are you kidding me?” Alex fanned herself even though Andy couldn’t see her. “I would give anything for a man to want me like that.”
“Define ‘anything’.”
“In your dreams.” She laughed.
“I have some wild dreams.”
“I bet you do.” Alex looked over at Romeo. “This guy’s too much.”
“You had a good time at the show?”
“Yeah. My friend and I always do. We see Drew every time he comes to town.” Alex cracked her knuckles and continued typing. “But I’m bummed. I lost my necklace afterward.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. It was about the only thing my dad ever gave me.”
“Dead?”
“No, just a loser. Walked out on me when I was five. Same with the sibs. My mom knows how to pick ’em.” She had no clue why she was telling him this. “Enough about me. Do you have parents?”
“Two.”
“Most people do.” If they are lucky, she mentally amended. “Are you close?”
“They live in Humble.”
She snorted again. “No, I don’t mean by proximity. Are you close with them?
“Oh. Yup.”
He really knew how to lay on the details. Alex scratched her head and contemplated closing the IM. She had too many things to do and not nearly enough time, but something about Andy intrigued her. She couldn’t put her finger on what… Maybe if she could get a better feel for him. “Sibs?”
“Brother. Younger. Yours?”
“A younger sister and brother.”
“Get along?”
“You’re mocking me now? Hey wait. How’d we get to me? What do you do? For a living?”
“You first.” Spelled as U 1st, it took her a minute to realize he’d turned it back on her again.
“Nope. I asked you first.” He didn’t comment. His slow returns and spelling made her wonder about this guy. When he still didn’t reply after a minute or so, she asked, “Are you independently wealthy and afraid to tell me in case I’m a gold digger?”
“Ha. No.”
“A spy with state secrets.”
“Hardly.”
“The crown prince of a small country and you need a non-native gal to carry on the line?”
“Applying?’
A chill ran up Alex’s spine. “Keep dreaming.”
“You and dreams.”
“Behave.” She thrummed her fingers on the desktop. “I know. You’re a famous star afraid I’ll sell your story to the Monthly Monitor.”
There was a long pause.
“Not telling ’til you do.” Again the man’s spelling left much to be desired. Some people didn’t live and breathe on the computer as much as she did. She could understand the typos, but still.
“Have you been online long?”
“Only a few hours.”
“Not today. I mean, how long have you been active on the internet?”
“Only a few hours.”
He was a Newbie newbie. She frowned. Why in the world would he be hours old internet savvy and wanting to chitchat with her? A reminder popped up on her computer. “Look, I gotta bolt. I have plans out the wazoo today.”
“Sounds painful.”
“Hardy-har-har.”
“It’s been fun.”
“Have a good one.”
Alex logged out of her instant messenger and pushed back in her chair. “That was too weird.”
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