Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(55)

Seth didn’t move a muscle as he watched her graceful, erotic movements. His pulse pounded as he imagined her moving like that in his arms, with his cock buried deep inside her.

Something about Jayne captivated him on many different levels. He responded to her air of fragility and the wonder he saw in her eyes when he caught her looking at him, and he found himself imprisoned in the seductive spell she wove as she danced. Her gaze found his and a sexy half-smile crossed her lips, sending an arrow of hot lust to his hardening shaft. He smiled back as he caught a glimpse of the temptress buried beneath her shy exterior and hoped like hell he’d get to know that part of her intimately.



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Ben Lawrence stood behind the bar, relieved that for the moment all eyes were on the dance floor. He glanced at Quinten and felt for him as he stood there with his hands braced in the edge of the bar. The only hint at what Quinten was thinking was visible in his hands, which were bunched into fists. He looked ready to jump the bar in one swift move if need be. Ben commiserated with him as he turned his gaze back to the strawberry-blonde minx gyrating with her friends on the dance floor.

Conversations continued along the bar but all eyes were glued on the dance floor. Camilla had seemed happy and hyper all night, and when Dave had put the rock song on, she’d looked hopefully at him. Ben had laughed and told her to go take a break with her friends if she wanted to. She understood little of how her need to cut loose was affecting the two men she worked with, one her boss and the other her coworker.

“Hot damn, would you watch that hot little thing shake her ass.”

“Wish I’d known she worked at that place in Morehead. I’d have paid good money to see her move like that in nothin’ but a G-string.”

Ben ground his teeth and quelled the urge to knock the two cowboys’ heads together. It was commonly known that Camilla had been a pole dancer and striptease artist at a gentleman’s club in Morehead. She never denied it or was embarrassed by it, but it set his teeth on edge that men along the bar were picturing the woman he loved with no clothing on.

She threw back her head and laughed gleefully with her friends as she swung her ass around in a trademark stripper’s move and slid her hands up her torso and cupped her breasts before sliding her hands into her silky strawberry-blonde ringlets.

He felt Quinten’s presence beside him and smiled at his groan of frustration. “I love that she knows how to move like that but it’s also killing me.”

“Me too. But we know where she stands.”

“I know.” Quinten’s tone spoke volumes. From the first day, Camilla O’Neal had made it clear that, because she’d been an exotic dancer, she knew she’d receive propositions from customers and coworkers alike. For that reason, she had no interest in dating anyone she met or worked with inside The Dancing Pony. She had to keep her personal life completely separate. She didn’t even bring dates to the Dancing Pony, if she had time for dating at all. Camilla was high-energy and enjoyed her job and didn’t seem to mind her hours at all. Her goal was to eventually open her own club and had even talked to Ben about partnering with her on a club in a neighboring town at some point in the future.

While he knew that Camilla would be a good investment, that wasn’t the kind of partnership he wanted with her. Camilla’s strict hands-off policy applied to Quinten, too, since he was head bartender and her coworker, as well. They didn’t know who she dated, or even if she did, because she kept that part of her life separate from work. Ben could recall her words on her first night working in The Dancing Pony. “Work is work and fun is fun. I respect your policy and feel very strongly that the two must stay separate.”

As if reading his mind, Quinten mirrored her words. “If work is work, and fun is fun…what is this?”

“Torture.”



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Jack’s heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest. “Grace!” Ethan and Adam were right behind Jack, running down the road after her.

“Why is she out here?” Adam asked as he caught up to him.

“Of all the fucking stupid things! I told her to make y’all chase her. Damn it! If she gets bit, I’ll never forgive myself! Grace!”

Rattlesnakes were nocturnal in the dead of summer in Texas.

Please, please, please, God!

“Grace, you answer right now, damn it!” Ethan called.

They stopped to listen, but Jack could barely hear the wind and crickets over the sound of his own breathing and the galloping of his heart in his ears.

Why isn’t she answering?

“Don’t scare her. She’ll panic, and she could get hurt out here,” Adam whispered. “Grace! It’s time to come out now!”