Whoever heard of men who didn’t wanna get laid?
Her buzz settled into a less loopy, more comfortably numb place, and she figured it was time to do some more day-seizing. “Okay. I need to dance, then maybe another margarita, then finding someone and getting laid would be awesome—”
A warm, work-roughened hand stroked her upper arm, sending delightful little tingles all over her skin. She turned and made eye contact with the handsome, dark-headed cowboy from the bar. Ripcord lean and tall, with all kinds of secrets in his dark, dark eyes.
Now here is a likely prospect. “Oh, hello!” I need another margarita.
“Hello, darlin’. I’ve come to claim that dance from you, if you’re willing?”
Jayne patted Buck’s and Chad’s shoulders before rising from her chair with what felt like the fluid grace of a supermodel as Gloriana’s “Kissed You Good Night” began to play. “Ready, willing, and able, cowboy! No hard feelings, guys.”
Somewhere in the tiny part of her that had sobered just slightly, she had a feeling she’d look back on this moment with regret and embarrassment. For now, it was time for some day-seizing.
Jayne was grateful for the margarita, which had loosened her up enough to be able to dance with her partner, who’d finally introduced himself to her as Julián Alvarez, as he’d escorted her to the dance floor. Growing up, Grace and Charity had taught her all the dance moves they’d learned in the classes their mother had taken them to.
Julián twirled her around again and then drew her close and smiled down at her. “So, Julián, where are you from?”
“Originally, I’m from Virginia. Born and raised there, but I’ve been on the rodeo circuit for several years now. I’ve settled, at least temporarily, on a horse ranch in Lusty, up near Waco. I’m in Divine visiting some old friends from the rodeo. Maybe you know them? Angel and Joaquin Martinez? They head up the Andalusian breeding outfit out at the Divine Creek Ranch.”
“Yes, I do know them. My cousin Grace is married to the owners of the Divine Creek Ranch.”
Oops! Does Grace mind if I share with virtual strangers that she’s in a ménage marriage?
“Did you say she’s married to the owners? As in plural?” The expression on Julián’s face was a mixture of surprise and disbelief. “Divine has a lot in common with Lusty, I guess.”
Well, you let that horse right out of the barn, now didn’t you?
“Yes, sorry. I forgot that might not be common knowledge. Angel and Joaquin are nice guys, and they know all there is to know about horse porn—I mean horse breeding.” A giggle escaped her. Grace had used that expression a time or two around her, and it’d just slipped out.
“My employers, Brian and Chase Benedict, are interested in starting a breeding operation, and I told them about the breeding techniques Angel and Joaquin use there. They talked to the owners who extended the invitation to visit. So ménages are common here?”
“There’s quite a few of them, but they tend to stay under the radar. There’s a few judgmental people in town, but for the most part it’s a wonderful place to live. So, is that what you’re interested in? A ménage, I mean?”
“Right now, pretty lady, all I’m interested in is you.” The lusty intent in his sexy dark eyes was clear as her earlier words about needing to get laid, which he’d probably overheard, came to her mind.
Her buzz dampened as an image of Seth’s handsome face drifted through her hazy mind. What was she doing, flirting with another man, when Seth had already claimed such a big piece of her heart?
Honey, you’ve gone just a bit past flirting. You’ve kinda stuck a sign on it and lit up a flare.
Julián Alvarez didn’t strike her as the type to intentionally take advantage of a woman, but she’d been flirting pretty hard with him for the last few minutes.
Maybe I should just get it over with. He’s nice enough and certainly attractive.
Blue laser beam eyes, awash with arousal, flitted in her memory again. The night of her first tattoo session, Seth had wanted her. There had been no doubt about it, judging by the state of his cock and the way he’d gazed at her. He’d used self-restraint.
Maybe you should take a lesson in that virtue.
Seth’s voice crowded her jumbled, alcohol-muddled thoughts. “I want you to be able to look back and smile at the memory of your first time and have no regrets.”
His cock had appeared bone hard at the time he’d said that, too.
Julián twirled her around, and this time the room didn’t keep spinning as he pulled her nearly full length against his body. He was an excellent dancer. She could feel the steely ridge of his erection against her abdomen as he gazed intently at her.