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and her friends Lisa and Michelle.

Protective as ever, Eli Wolf positioned himself in closer proximity

to his wife on the dance floor, just as Ash was currently doing. All the

girls were there with someone, and their men must have all been

feeling territorial as Trace Adkins’s “Ladies Love Country Boys”

began to pump through the sound system.

As the newest member of the of “girl’s dance” tonight, the girls

circled Juliana and began to dance in a group. They all flirted

shamelessly with their men as they danced for them.

Some of the guys had not liked this little tradition in the

beginning. Ash heard that it nearly incited a riot on a couple of

occasions when men who were new to the club thought maybe the

girls were available.

“…Now she’s coming home to visit,

holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy

with a farmer’s tan…”

Ash watched as Juliana got into the fun of it when Grace moved to

the music with her before turning to her three men who stood together

ten feet away from her, watching as she moved for them.

The circle widened a little as Juliana began to boldly grind and

moved through the group until she was facing him.

“…They raised her up a lady,

but there’s one thing they couldn’t avoid.

Ladies love country boys…”

He felt a rumbling growl well deep in his chest as her eyes stayed

riveted on his, and she slid her hands over her hips, twisting and

swaying for him, moving gracefully like she’d done this before.

As the music started to fade, the men moved forward to claim

their women, and Ash was no exception. She slipped her fingertips

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“Now that was fun.” She giggled as he drew her into his embrace.

“No, darlin’, fun would be you dancing like that for me then me

stripping all your clothes off and having my way with you. This, right

here and now, is torture for your man.”

“Oh,” she said in a breathless, quivery voice, “my man?”

“Yes, darlin’. You know it. Your man.”

“I think I like the way that sounds. Do you want to leave now?”

His cock sat up and begged like the pathetic horn dog that it was.

“Not on your life, darlin’. I’m not anywhere near done dancing with

you. You were beautiful out there.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself in your black

cowboy hat. You’re…yummy.”

He drew her to the dance floor as another slow dance started and

asked, “I’m ‘yummy’ huh? What’s yummy about me?”

When he looked in the mirror, all he saw was an overgrown

redneck. If she was seeing stuff she liked, he wanted to capitalize on it

if he could.

She came into his arms. “What’s yummy about you? I don’t know

if I should start from the bottom and work my way up, or if I should

start at the top and work my way down.” His cock suggested she start

at the head and just see where they went from there.

“Mmm, from the top?” he said with a chuckle, enjoying her rosy

blush. He looked forward to making her blush even more later.

“Okay, the hat. With your coloring, the black felt hat makes you

look intimidating and powerful. Then I look in those gorgeous blue-

green eyes beneath the brim and I melt.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that, darlin’. Keep going,” he murmured

as his lips nuzzled her cheekbone.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? Okay, the chest. Honey,

this chest is,” she began and then pressed her lips together like maybe

she was trying to restrain herself from ripping his shirt open. “It’s

immense, so powerful and strong. Those muscles in your arms, umm.



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Whoo, is it hot in here, or is it me?” she asked, giggling as she fanned herself a little.

“Oh, you’re very hot, darlin’. Keep going.” He wondered if she

had any idea how fucking sexy she looked when she bit her lip like

that.

Her hands drifted from his biceps, back to his chest, then down to

his abdomen. “Your strong abs and those hips. You know, sometimes

I want to nibble on them and…” He groaned when her fingertips

strayed to his hip bones. His dick stood up and volunteered to be

nibbled.

“And what?”

“Lick them. Yeah, I do.” She emphasized her statement by

unconsciously licking her luscious lips.

“Okay, what else?” he asked, feathering his fingertips into the

silky hair at the nape of her neck.

“You have the most powerful thighs and calves I’ve ever seen, so

muscular, and when you’re wearing those boots and blue jeans, I—