Boots and the Heartbreaker: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 11 (6 page)

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a whisper in the suddenly silent trailer.

“I would think you’d know by now.”

“I don’t want to kiss you,” she lied.

“Then don’t.” His breath was warm and minty against her lips a tempting promise of a kiss.

Fancy wanted it, but refused to rise up and take it. “You’re the devil.”

“I’ve been called that before,” he said, still refusing to go the extra inch to claim her mouth, daring her.

All she had to do was rise up on her toes. One lousy inch. Her feet flexed and she rose.

“Damn you,” she said as her lips connected with his. Electricity shot through her body, zinging from nerve to nerve, coiling at her core in a flash of heat so intense it made her breath catch and hold.

Her fingers climbed up his chest and linked behind his head, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.

He held back, letting her sweep past his lips to engage his tongue in a sensuous dance.

When she slid her leg along the back of his, his hands found her hips and pulled her close, the ridge of his cock encased in thick blue jeans nudged her belly, making her wish she’d invited him into her bedroom. The Fun House was no place to be when the desire to make love swept over her in an overwhelmingly hot surge that threatened to destroy all her plans to rid her body and mind of the one man who had never left her thoughts in the past eight years.

Sanity reared its persistent head and created a crevice in her wicked desire. It was small but grew. Finally, Fancy pushed away from Colin, stepping back.

His arms fell to his sides, his chest rising and falling like a runner at the end of a race.

“We should go before…” Fancy wiped the back of her hand over her kiss-swollen lips.

Colin reached out. “Before we make love again?”

She shook her head and took another step backward, bumping against one of the mirrors. “Before we do something we’ll regret.”

“Trust me. I won’t regret it.”

“You might not, but I will.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, cleansing breath and let it out. “I’m here for my uncle and your mother, not to start something that will only end in a mess.”

“Who said it has to end in a mess?” Colin took another step toward her.

“I’m not young and naive anymore. I’m not going to fall into your arms and lose my head again.” Fancy glanced around, desperately seeking the way out. “How do we get the hell out of here?” She hurried toward what she thought was the exit and bumped her nose into a mirror. Turning, she tried the next wall, her hands leading the way to spare her face another collision.

“Darlin’, as much as I like watching your freak out over the maze, if you’ll follow me, I’ll get you out.”

Disgruntled that she couldn’t get herself out, she followed Colin, staying far enough behind that she didn’t have to touch him, but close enough she didn’t lose him. After what seemed a very long time, but could only have been five minutes or less, they emerged from the Fun House and descended the steps to the ground.

Fancy glanced around, desperate to find Maggie and Uncle Carl. Her plan wouldn’t work if she allowed herself to be alone with Colin. Her resistance was crumbling and she was quickly losing the will to fight. She had to get away, restore her senses and get her shit together.

“Colin! Oh my God! Is that you?”

Fancy skidded to a halt and turned to see a gorgeous redhead drape her arms around Colin’s neck and planted her lips on his in a loud, wet kiss.

His lips had moments before been on hers and, from where Fancy was standing, Colin didn’t appear to mind.

Anger replaced helpless desperation. Fine. Let the poor deluded soul have him. What the women said about Colin McFarlan was true. He was a player, a hit-and-run heartbreaker. God, Fancy was glad his true colors came through before she’d fallen completely under his stupid spell.

She spun, tears welling in her eyes, and ran.

Chapter Six

Colin unwrapped the woman’s arms from around his neck and pushed her to arms’ length, looking past her to Fancy’s face, blanched of color. “Kylie, I’m busy. Do you mind?”

Kylie pouted and slipped her arms around his middle. “Oh, come on. Surely you can spare a minute or two to catch up with an old friend.”

Fancy spun and ran the other direction.

“No, Kylie. I can’t spare a second.” He tried to step around Kylie.

Kylie was faster, moving to block his path with her body. “Not even for old time’s sake?” She ran her fingers down the front of his shirt. “We were so good in bed. Can’t we pick up where we left off?”

Not really. The woman was too noisy and raked him with her claws. And not in a good way. He didn’t want to do it, but some women required the blunt truth.

“Kylie, I have no intention of picking up where we left off. I’m not interested. I love someone else.” He gripped her arms, moved her to the side and ran after Fancy.

“You could have been a little more sensitive, Colin,” Kylie yelled after him. “Damn cowboys.”

Colin didn’t look back, his gaze panning the crowd, searching for Fancy. She couldn’t be that far ahead. He spotted her next to a merry-go-round, talking to her uncle and Colin’s mother.

“Oh, there’s Colin now. He’s not lost at all.” His mother smiled and waved toward him. “Colin, honey, Fancy’s ready to leave. Carl would have taken her, if we couldn’t find you, but now that you’re here…”

Colin captured Fancy’s elbow in his hand. “Thank you, Mom. I’ll handle this.”

“Good.” His mother turned to Carl. “Let’s go.”

As soon as the older couple stepped away, Fancy jerked her arm out of Colin’s grip. “You don’t have to leave on my account. I’ll find alternate transportation.”

“If you want to go home, I’ll take you. Just give me a minute to explain.”

She snorted. “Explain what? You’re entitled to whatever or whoever you want to do. I’m not your keeper.”

Gripping her arm again, he led her toward the Ferris wheel and handed over two tickets. “Get in the seat.”

She stood with her feet braced and her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m not going on the Ferris wheel with you.”

“I would like the opportunity to talk. Uninterrupted.”

Fancy shook her head. “No.”

“We’ll just talk.”

“No.”

He lifted her hand and threaded his fingers with hers. “Please.”

Fancy rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m going to regret this,” she muttered. “Fine. I’ll ride the damned Ferris wheel with you, but it won’t change my mind.”

Colin handed Fancy into the seat and turned to the operator, slipping him a fifty dollar bill. Beneath his breath he said, “I like the view from the top, if you get my drift.”

The man winked and waited until Colin settled in the seat beside Fancy. Then he flipped a lever and set the Ferris wheel in motion and it rose to the top, around and back to the bottom, settling into a slow rhythm of revolutions.

“I’m here. Talk,” Fancy said, staring straight ahead.

“I haven’t gone out with Kylie in over a year. She wasn’t right for me and I told her that. It turns out she’s hard to convince.”

At the top again, the Ferris wheel jerked and groaned.

Fancy reached for his hand. “What was that?”

Not above taking advantage of her when she was frightened, Colin scooted closer to her and tightened his fingers around hers. “It’s an old machine. They make noises. Probably needs a little oil.”

“Okay. So why are you telling me about Kylie? Like I said, you have a right to be with whomever you want. I’m not stopping you.”

“I’m telling you because the women I’ve been with before never worked out.”

“Including me,” she said, her tone flat.

“That wasn’t because we weren’t compatible. What happened between you and me was a timing issue. The other women weren’t right because they weren’t you.”

There. He’d said it, opened his mouth and heart. He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the backs of her knuckles.

She didn’t pull away. That was a good sign. If she really didn’t want him to kiss her, she would have yanked her hand—

Fancy jerked her hand from his. “Colin, I came back to Temptation to purge you from my life, not reunite.”

His stomach lurched, from the ragged stop and start of the Ferris wheel and from her words. “You came to what?”

“To get you out of my system. I need to move on with my life.”

Hurt and a little angry, he asked, “How’s that working for you?”

She snorted. “Not so good.”

His lips quirked into a smile. “You mean making love in the storeroom wasn’t part of the plan?”

She shook her head and chuckled, the sound catching at the end. “Hell no.”

“And kissing me in the Fun House wasn’t furthering your goals.” He turned in his seat and cupped her face in his palm. “And kissing me now would shoot your plans all to hell.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze slipping to his mouth, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lips. “All to hell. Ah, hell.” She reached out, captured the back of his head and drew him close, claiming his mouth, twisting her tongue around his.

At that exact moment, the Ferris wheel jerked to a halt, rocking the seat.

Fancy broke away. “We’re stopped.”

“Maybe they’re letting someone else off.”

“Oh.” She smiled and captured his face in her hands. “Where were we? Oh, right. I was making a big mistake.” Again, she kissed him, long and deep, scooting closer on the seat until she was almost draped across his lap.

Colin’s arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. For once in his life, he was afraid. Afraid if he let go, he’d lose her forever. Eight years fell away and he felt what he’d felt all that time ago. A deep connection that refused to be ignored.

She ran her hand across his chest, slipping fingers inside his shirt, her soft skin against his making him crazy.

Colin slipped his hand beneath the tied-off edge of her shirt, running it up her torso to cup a full, luscious breast in his palm. He toyed with the nipple through the lace cup, tapping, flicking and pinching it, fabric and all.

Fancy caught his hand and pulled it away from her breast and angled downward to the waistband of her shorts.

With no idea how long they’d be stalled, Colin went with the invitation and slid his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and cupped the triangle of material over her sex.

Moaning, Fancy covered his hand and pressed it hard against her, curling her fingers around his, urging him to take more. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, allowing him more room to maneuver.

Heart pounding, adrenaline shooting through him, Colin pushed aside the silky panties, slipped between her folds and stroked the strip of flesh hidden there.

“Oh my,” she said, her voice catching, her hips rising to him. “Again.”

He smiled and complied, first dipping his finger in the cream of her pussy and then dragging the moisture up to her clit. Then he laid siege to her, flicking, stroking, swirling and pinching that most sensitive area on her body. He dipped into her again, thrusting one, then two, then three fingers into her drenched channel.

Her pussy clenched, sucking his fingers deeper. He pumped in and out of her. His fingers wet with her juices, he slipped them back in her folds and took her to the edge.

She clung to him, her hand covering his, alternating pulling his fingers away and pressing them deeper. Then her hips rocked into him, her back arching against the seat, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

Colin’s cock, hard as steel, pushed against the placard of his jeans, straining to get out and thrust into her warm wet channel. There just wasn’t a way to manage it on a Ferris wheel and be safe, or he’d have done it.

Her body rigid, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her pussy creaming around his fingers, Fancy was the most beautiful woman Colin had ever been with. The passion of her release shook her body.

The Ferris wheel lurched and their seat at the top dropped an inch, stopped and then continued its slow descent, stopping for each car to offload passengers.

Colin pulled his hands from her shorts and wiped her juices off on the leg of his jeans, satisfied she’d come with such complete abandon.

Fancy scrambled to button and zip her shorts and retie her shirt before their seat reached the bottom.

The operator opened the gate and let them off, winking at Colin as he passed.

If he thought the site of the dildo had him horny, watching Fancy come at the top of the Ferris wheel had Colin so wound up he wasn’t sure he could make it back to his truck without hurting himself.

He prayed that wasn’t the end of the evening with Fancy.

Fancy staggered down the stairs from the Ferris wheel, her knees shaking, her entire world spinning. Not from the ride, but from what happened at the top.

“Where are my uncle and your mother? We should find them,” she said half-heartedly, surprised she could sound so calm when electrical currents rippled around her insides, the residual effect of a giant orgasm in a public place.

“I don’t know.” Colin stopped in the middle of main walkway and carefully adjusted his jeans, without being too obvious about it.

A smile curled Fancy’s lips at the size of the bulge beneath his zipper. He had to be in physical pain, the denim stretched tight over his package.

Her breathing grew more ragged. “I think they left. You might as well take me home.”

“Good.” He grabbed her hand and walked somewhat bowlegged toward the exit, steady but gingerly.

Once in the cab of the truck, Fancy chewed on her lower lip. Her plan was falling apart around her. After the incredible release, she rode a post-coital high, her body flushed with residual heat, her insides humming with continued desire.

When Colin pulled into her driveway, she waited for him to come around to open her door for her, knowing he would wrap his hands around her waist to help her out.

When he did, she slid down his front, the hard ridge of his erection searing a path across her sex and belly until her feet touched the ground. She entwined her arms around his neck and gave in to the longing. “Wanna finish what you started?”

He closed his eyes and drew in a long, steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I thought you’d never ask.” Then he swung her up in his arms and strode for her front door.

Fancy dug in her purse for her key, slid it in the lock and turned. The door opened. “You can put me down now.”

“Uh-uh.” Colin didn’t set her on her feet until he’d carried her across the threshold and kicked the door closed behind them. He lowered her legs, holding her body close to him, and then bent to capture her lips with his in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

Fancy leaned into him, her fingers bunching his shirt, her insides heating again, ready to take him as soon as they both were naked.

When he let her up for air, she laughed shakily. “I could have walked in on my own feet.”

“I liked my way better.”

“Were you afraid I’d get away?”

He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Yes.”

She slipped her hands behind his neck and dragged his mouth down to hers. “That wasn’t even a possibility after that incredible Ferris wheel ride.” Fancy took the lead on the kiss this time, tracing the seam of his lips until he opened to her. She toyed with his tongue and ended the kiss by capturing his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently.

Moving down his neck, she kissed a path to the top button of his shirt. One by one she flicked the buttons loose with her fingers until she reached his belt buckle. She pulled the shirt out of his jeans and finished the job.

“Woman…” Colin growled and brushed aside her hands.

“What?”

“You take too long.” He yanked the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the corner.

“Don’t believe much in foreplay?” She untied her shirt, taking her sweet time.

“What are you talking about? This whole evening has been nothing but foreplay from the moment I sat on your couch earlier to now.”

“You’re a little fixated on BOB, aren’t you?” She eased the buttons loose on her shirt until the last one.

“Seriously?” He reached out and pushed the last one through. “You called me a heartbreaker. But you’re a tease.”

“Getting to you?” Fancy turned away and slid the shirt halfway down her back.

“Enough.” He lunged for her, snagging the collar of her blouse.

Fancy squealed and leaped forward, letting him have the shirt. She raced for the bedroom, grabbing her purse with the batteries they’d purchased at the hardware store on their way to the fair earlier.

As she ran, she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her shorts, shoved them over her hips and nearly tripped stepping out of them. The bra came next and the panties last. When she came to a stop by the bed, she turned to find Colin naked and advancing toward her.

Fancy reached into the nightstand and pulled out the shiny dildo and placed it into his hand.

His gaze skimmed down her body, over her breasts and lower, his nostrils flaring. He held out his other hand. “Batteries?”

Fancy fumbled in her purse for the package, pulled it out and slapped it into Colin’s hand. While he replaced the batteries in BOB, she studied his body, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the way his muscles rippled when he moved, the tight, washboard abs and narrow waist. Oh, and those tight, muscular thighs…

The man was beautiful. And that didn’t even begin to describe his hard, thick staff, jutting straight out, getting larger the more she watched.

He snapped the end shut on the toy and flipped the switch. It vibrated with vigor. Between the buzz of the sex toy and the real thing standing at attention, Fancy’s pussy creamed.

“Enough,” she echoed his earlier statement, grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bed. “I like to finish what I’ve started.” She crawled up on the mattress and lay back against the pillows.

“I like the way you think.” He dropped down beside her, BOB in hand.

Her insides tingled in anticipation of both Colin and BOB making love to her at the same time. The night was getting better by the minute.