TO INTRODUCE THIS SMOKING HUNK
HERE'S A CHARACTER IN A WORD
TO WET YOUR WHISTLE
TO WET YOUR WHISTLE
Warning: Dance teacher hottie and cowboy connect, creating a nuclear explosive love affair. Handcuffs, spanking, and dancing fill this Western love story.
Nimbly, Stephen inserted and turned the key, and then caught the cuff as it fell from his wrist. Only then did he realize how tight the handcuff had been. Stephen rubbed the numbness from his arm and hand while he stood and looked around for his clothing. Following a trail of shoes, he strode to the other side of the bed.
A sharp gasp rose from the mattress. The splitting of his head increased remarkably. He gripped the brass bedpost and couldn’t keep his eyes from widening. Stephen’s spine snapped straight. “Gillian, what the heck are you doing here?”
For crying out loud—the redhead was Haden’s baby sister. Now, this whole event took on all sorts of crazy undertones. His old friend’s younger sister watched him with eyes that stared, not at his face, but below. Far below his gaze and, from what he could tell, she continued to stare at his groin. Color stained her face, making her green eyes glimmer. His cock was rock hard and stood straight out from his body. He could hang his shirt from the lead-pipe-appendage his dick had become. No use trying to cover himself—the damage was done.
But Christ, she didn’t say a word, and at the same time refused to look away. He had to do something other than bolt.
“Cat’s got your tongue,” Stephen said, then turned, reaching for his clothes.
She still hadn’t said a word. Her silence spread out in the space around him, twisting in his gut. He shook his head. Nothing to do but get dressed. And as quickly as he could under her scrutiny.
Stephen bent down, reaching for his boxers. He glanced over his shoulder, praying she’d have her eyes closed. Nope. Emerald green shards of glass stared back. She followed his every movement, even though her gaze kept flitting back below his waist.
He said the first thing that came to mind. “You should stop watching me and have a measure of decency.”
Gillian snapped her arms across her chest. Right. That got her attention. The shit was about to hit the fan—full blast.
“Excuse me,” she hissed, and sat straight up. “Decency. That’s rich coming from you, Stephen McLemore. Don’t use big words that you’ll trip over.” Gillian pressed her arms tighter over her chest, pushing her taut, firm breasts upward, and the sheet fell away from her legs.
He’d been wrong. She wasn’t wearing shorts, but some type of hip-hugging underpants. Christ, it took his eyes forever to make it up her gorgeous legs. He enjoyed the journey, returning down her shapely calves, past her slender ankles, and finally rested on her arched, slender feet that almost extracted a groan from his mouth. He’d never realized a woman’s two feet could be such a turn-on. But then, Gillian wasn’t just any woman, he sharply reminded himself. Never mind Matt—Haden would chop off his dick for touching his little sister.
He struggled mentally, rerunning the evening through his mind, searching for a glimpse of her in the recesses of his foggy memory. Without meaning to, his contemplation returned to her toes and he imagined sucking each one, especially the one with a dainty gold ring encircling her pink-painted toe. Sexy as any fantasy he’d ever had about a woman. Damn, she looked good with those underthings hiked way up her legs. His dick twitched, and mercy if the little minx didn’t drop her gaze to his cock again.
“You keep staring. See something you like?” he asked.
“Not particularly. I just don’t understand what it is that you think you’re up to, coming around this side of the bed…with that thing.” Gillian’s face went beet red and her chin trembled.
“Christ, darlin’, I’m only gathering my clothes. I need to get back to the ranch. What the hell are you doing in this room? Did we…do anything last night?”
“Are you telling me, you don’t remember who you poked with that thing? What do you do, just go around putting it into places without any recollection?”
“Girl, I remember plenty from last night. Just not you.”
“Well, maybe, Mr. Popular, that’s because you and I didn’t do a thing.”
Gillian screeched, “Are you out of your cotton-picking mind? Why on earth would I even want to watch you?”
“Because for the last couple of minutes, that’s exactly what you’ve done. Don’t lie. I can see from your expression, you’re more than curious. I just can’t wrap my mind around why we might have been involved in a threesome.”
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