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TEMPTED BY THE COWBOY

Cowboy
Dreamin
’ 4

Sandy Sullivan

Erotic Romance

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Erotic Romance

Tempted by the Cowboy

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TEMPTED BY THE COWBOY

Sandy Sullivan

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Chapter One

Peyton Matthews stood at the edge of the crowd watching as
the Young brothers did their best to sling mud in every direction.
Muddin
’.
The cowboy way of having fun on a hot early summer evening.
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.

She wasn’t sure why she let Aaron talk her into coming to
this tonight. The cowboy way of life came hard for her. With her multiple
tattoos, piercings, and loner mentality, she really didn’t fit
in here. Even as a child, she’d been out of place with her
tomboyish attitude. She hadn’t grown into her female body until later in high
school as she cursed every curve, swell and period from then on.
Not that she didn’t like being a woman
now,
but she su
re hadn’t during
puberty. And when the boys started noticing she had boobs? Oh boy! The gloves
came off. Several of them got bloody noses from a well-placed fist.

Next up, the
infuriating Jason Young, who took his turn at the hole.
Mud flew in several
directions, coating the crowd watching with the sticky substance. His red truck
took the brunt of the splash, slinging the dirt over the entire side.

The grin he flashed from the driver’s seat was infectious
and she couldn’t help but
smile in return. He sure
did have a pretty smile. Not that she really noticed or anything.

She knew his type. 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. A d
ifferent one each time
he came in.

As one of the bartenders who worked the joint, she saw him
a lot. More than she wanted to, most of the time. She couldn’t help but notice
the way he carried himself. 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. God help her, those lips. Dark,
thick hair hung to his collar with a slight wave. Her fingers itched to run
through those strands.

A slight shift in her stance rel
ieved
some of the pressure on her clit, just not enough to satisfy the ache building.
Maybe she’d let Aaron have a go tonight. She glanced toward where he sat
reclining against a hay bale with a long-neck beer between his fingers in one
hand and a cigarett
e clutched between his teeth.
Okay, maybe not. 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 sipped her beer, grimacing at the tast
e. The malty liquid had the ability to make her stomach
lurch. Give her a shot of whiskey and water before the taste of this shit, any
day, but it was liquor. Right now she needed the bite of alcohol on her tongue.

Today sucked. The whole thing from mornin
g until now bit the big one. Memories had swamped her most
of all, bringing down her mood into the pits of hell.

One year ago today, her mother had passed away from breast
cancer. She took another sip from the bottle in her hand.
Yuck!
She tossed it into
the trash can
to her left before she stuffed her hands into her back pockets.

Jason took another run at the hole as she shook her head.
The man knew what to do to make
himself
visible. Again, he
probably had to being one of the Young triplets, identical tr
iplets at that, although she had always been able to tell
them apart when she’d had the privilege of gazing into their gorgeous faces.
The other two weren’t quite as broad across the shoulders as Jason. Something
lingered in his gaze too. She wasn’t sure w
hat, but
it intrigued her.
Something wild.
Something untamed
maybe.

They all had the sweetest dimpled grin, but Jason seemed to
have the half crooked tilt to his lips down pat. Boy did it work on the ladies.

She scuffed the toe of her boot in the dirt as s
he sighed heavily. It wouldn’t do a bit of good to get
tangled up with the likes of him even if he might be available. He wasn’t as
far as she knew. She didn’t necessarily keep up with his whereabouts or latest
fling. Well that’s what she told herself anyw
ay even
if she noticed every girl he came in with or went home with.
Damn.

“Hey, babe.
Why don’t you sit here
with me,” Aaron said, patting the hay bale next to him.

“No thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.
Why?”

“You came with me, you know.”

“I know I did,
Aaron, but don’t
pull your macho shit with me. I can find another way home. There are plenty of
people from town here I could hitch a ride with.”

“Like one of the Young boys?” He climbed to his feet,
swaying slightly. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you
watchi
n
’ several of them
tonight.”

He grabbed her arm, but she yanked it out of his hold.
“Don’t manhandle me, jackass.”

“Aw, come on, babe. I don’t wanna fuss with you. I wanna
love on you.”

“Yeah, not
happenin
’.”

“Problem?”
Jason stepped out of
the shadows of
the tree line.

Her breath stopped in her throat as it closed off. “No
problem.” The words came out in a squeak, not at all what she’d hoped to sound
like—confident in her ability to take care of herself.

“Back off, Young.”

“Fuck you, Scarborough. You
don’t
get rough with a woman while I’m around.”

“She ain’t your woman.”

“She isn’t yours either, asshole.” He touched her arm where
Aaron had grabbed. “Are you okay, Peyton?”

“I’m fine. Thanks.” She tipped her head back slightly to
look down her nose at
the idiot she came with. Big
mistake, but one she’d own up to. “I can handle him.”

“I’m sure you can, darlin’, but you don’t have to.”

“It’s okay.”

“If you need a ride back to town later, let me know. As for
now, have a good time.”

He walked away, taking
his scent
and the heat of his hand with him. Goose bumps rose on her arms. The urge to
calm them with her hands, flittered across her shoulders. She ignored the urge,
almost embracing the affect he had on her as desire coiled low in her belly.

Aaron burped
loudly. “You aren’t
his type, you know.”

“What are you yammering about now?”

“Jason.” He pointed with the bottle in his hand as he took
a drag on his cigarette. “You aren’t his type. He wants a downhome country
girl, not a tattooed up, rough around the ed
ges chick
like you.”

“I don’t care what his
type
is.” She shrugged as
she glanced down at the nails on her left hand. “I’m not looking to hook up
with any of the Young boys.”

“Good. Come here then.” He jerked her into his arms,
effectively caging her in hi
s tight embrace.

The wet slide of his lips along her neck almost made her
gag. The inclination doubled as she glanced across the clearing straight into
the glittering blue gaze of Jason. The frown pulling down the corners of his
mouth made her frown in ret
urn. “I don’t want this,
Aaron.”

She pushed him back by the shoulders.

“What the fuck, babe?
I know you’re horny. I
can smell it on you.”

“I’m not horny for you.”

“Bitch!”
He slapped her hard
across the cheek, tossing her to the ground at his feet. “You f
ucking cunt. You aren’t good enough for the likes of me. I
wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last pussy in Bandera.”

Within seconds, Jason had him by the front of his shirt as
he lifted him until his feet dangled. “I told you, you don’t hurt a woman while
I’m around.” Jason pulled back his fist and proceeded
to punch Aaron in the nose.
Hard.
He landed two more
before two of his brothers hauled him off even though he struggled in their
hold. “Let go. I’m gonna make sure he never hits a woman again while I me
ss up his pretty face.”

“He’s not worth the trouble, bro.” Joel held one arm while
Jackson had the other.

Jason shook off their hands.

“Fuckin’ bastard!
You’re gonna be sorry
you did this,” Aaron threatened as he struggled to his feet.

Jason lunged, but
his brothers
grabbed him before he could do any further damage. “Get the fuck off our
property, Scarborough. Don’t ever come back or there will be nine of us against
one of you.”

Aaron held his nose, making his voice come out in a deep
nasally sound. “You
don’t own the God damn county,
Young. I can do what I want.”

“Not on our property.” Jason glanced at her as she
struggled to her feet. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He touched her cheek with his fingertips. “You’ll probably
have a bruise tomorrow.”

She winced from t
he scrape of his
calluses. “I’m sure.” She dropped her gaze from connecting with his. She never
could handle looking deep into his eyes. The color of a clear lake somewhere in
the mountains, she’d always melted into a puddle of goo when they connected. “Th
anks for sticking up for me.”

“I’d do it for anyone.”

Ouch.
“Thanks anyway. I
appreciate it.”

Nina, Jason’s mother
,
 
came
to her side. “Are you
all right, Peyton?” She looked at the boys who’d begun to gather. “Get him off
the property. I don’t care how t
o you
do
it, but I want him out
of here.”

Jeremiah and Jackson grabbed Aaron by the arms none too
gently and pushed him toward where his car sat off to the back of the packed
group.

“I’m fine, Nina, but thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, honey. I didn’t do anyth
ing. You should be more careful who you keep company with.”

“I know. Trust
me,
I won’t be keeping
company with him again. I won’t tolerate a man hitting me. If Jason hadn’t
stepped in, I would have decked him myself.”

Nina laughed. “I get the impression
you can take care of yourself most of the time.”

Peyton nodded as she touched her fingertips to her cheek.
“I can.” She sighed when she dropped her hand back to her side. “I guess I
should find someone to take me home.”

“I will.” Jason took out his keys. “
Just say when.”

“You know, I think I’ll stay awhile. I’m not going to let
one asshole ruin my afternoon. Let the mud sling, baby!”

Jason laughed. The sound rippled down her back in a slow
shiver. He pulled her in for a quick hug.

“I like you, Peyton Matthe
ws. How
about you take a run with me through the mud?”