Give her a shot of whiskey and water before the taste of this shit, any day, but it was liquor. The malty liquid had the ability to make her stomach lurch. She sipped her beer, grimacing at the taste. Why she even went out with the guy, she didn’t know other than she didn’t want to spend another Saturday night off, sitting at home watching reruns of Will and Grace. She glanced toward where he sat reclining against a hay bale with a long-neck beer between his fingers in one hand and a cigarette clutched between his teeth. Her fingers itched to run through those strands.Ī slight shift in her stance relieved some of the pressure on her clit, just not enough to satisfy the ache building. Dark, thick hair hung to his collar with a slight wave. Nor, could she take her eyes off the cut of his shirt over the muscles of his chest, the snug way his jeans molded to his nice ass and those lips. She couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. More than she wanted to, most of the time. A different one each time he came in.Īs one of the bartenders who worked the joint, she saw him a lot. She’d seen it several times over the last several months as he played each female in The Dusty Boot like a fiddle with the strings too tight. The grin he flashed from the driver’s seat was infectious and she couldn’t help but smile in return. His red truck took the brunt of the splash, slinging the dirt over the entire side. Mud flew in several directions, coating the crowd watching with the sticky substance. Next up, the infuriating Jason Young, who took his turn at the hole. Several of them got bloody noses from a well-placed fist.

And when the boys started noticing she had boobs? Oh boy! The gloves came off. Not that she didn’t like being a woman now, but she sure hadn’t during puberty. She hadn’t grown into her female body until later in high school as she cursed every curve, swell and period from then on. Even as a child, she’d been out of place with her tomboyish attitude. With her multiple tattoos, piercings, and loner mentality, she really didn’t fit in here. The cowboy way of life came hard for her. She wasn’t sure why she let Aaron talk her into coming to this tonight. A little dirt, a lot of water, some big mud tires on a pickup truck, and you had yourself a grand time in Bandera, Texas.

The cowboy way of having fun on a hot early summer evening. Peyton Matthews stood at the edge of the crowd watching as the Young brothers did their best to sling mud in every direction. TEMPTED BY THE COWBOY Sandy Sullivan Chapter One

Tempted by the Cowboy by Sandy Sullivan