Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #3) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,3
her eyes lower down my chest and stomach once again.
“I think you dropped this…” I hold the ball out for her, but she doesn’t move.
Knowing I’m getting to her, I reach down and place the ball in her palm, then flash her a wink. “Wanna try it again?”
Finally, she blinks and steps back, putting at least a foot of space between us. “No, that’d be cheating. It’s your turn.”
“Alright.” I grin as I take my position and call the pocket. Moments later, I sink my last ball.
She groans loudly, and I laugh.
“Problem?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
She glares at me, shaking her head, and I bring my focus back to the eight-ball.
“Middle pocket,” I say, then shoot it in perfectly.
“Looks like I’m buying shots,” she says, defeated.
I put up our sticks, then tilt her chin up until our eyes meet. “Or we could skip them, and you could come home with me.”
Maize looks like she’s gonna pass out as she stares at me intently. I’m pretty sure I’ve shocked her into silence. The corner of my lips tilts up in amusement as I watch her mind spin out of control.
“It’s a yes or no question, Maize. You look like you’re trying to solve a trigonometric equation.”
She wrinkles her nose and finally inhales a breath. “I-I’m a mess. You heard how awful I am with dating…” She holds out her hand, motioning to the bar. “And you witnessed firsthand how pathetic I am at flirting. I mean, seriously, it’s sad. So, why would you—”
Before she can continue ranting, I cup her face, and our mouths collide. She’s hesitant at first and barely brushes her lips against mine. When I slip my tongue inside, she finally relaxes into my touch. She tastes like lemon and salt, a combination of the alcohol she was drinking earlier.
My hand slides down her body as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and I know she wants this as much as I do. Maize releases a moan, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I want to hear that noise all night long—underneath me, on top of me, bent over in front of me. And there’s no denying she does too.
“Maize, I need an answer before I embarrass myself here,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Take me home with you.”
“I need to pay my tab. I’ll be right back,” I say, somehow stepping back and releasing her. “Fuck.” I adjust myself, then grab my shirt and slip it on. Maize giggles, and I notice the way she touches her swollen ruby red lips.
“Hey, Kenzie. I need to close out,” I tell her, grabbing my wallet.
She gives me the total, and I hand her my card. Once I write the tip and sign the receipt, I slide it to her with a thank you.
“You’re welcome. Don’t forget to wear a condom!” she shouts as I make my way back to Maize, and I swear she’s blushing more than before.
“You ready?” I hold out my hand.
“Dear God, yes.” She grabs it, and I lead her through the back entrance to my truck. “I love my sister, but she’s loud and obnoxious, which is sometimes cute, but typically embarrassing.”
I chuckle as we climb inside, and I start the engine.
“She loves getting a rise outta you,” I say, making my way down the street to Colt’s apartment. Since I was only staying for one night, he let me use it while he visits his girlfriend in Dallas.
Five minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, and we jump out.
“You live here?” she asks as I scramble to find the key.
“No, it’s a friend’s place. He’s not home, though.”
As soon as I open the door, I flick on a couple of lights and lead her inside. “Do you want a nightcap?” I ask, gripping her hand in mine and leading her to the kitchen.
“No, thanks.” She stops walking, and I quickly look at her. Maize grabs my waist and pulls herself close, then reaches for my face. I lean down and meet her lips as she pushes her tongue inside my mouth. She roams her hands over my body, lowering them to my belt buckle and zipper. Once she successfully undoes my jeans, I grab her shirt and pull it off. I wait a moment to take in how breathtaking her body is—perky tits, flat stomach, and slim waist. She’s a fuckin’ meal that I can’t wait to devour.