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Fuck, yes. Who knew I had a thing for a woman with glasses? Maybe I hadn’t had one before because it had never been her. Until now.
I smiled at Miss Sequins, sure to pack it full of charm. “What’s your name?”
She rolled her shoulders back which thrust her ample tits out. Her grin showed off perfect white teeth. “Ava.”
I angled my head to the side. “And your friend’s name?”
Ava put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her up next to her. “My BFF? Kaitlyn.”
Kaitlyn. Pretty name for a pretty woman. Kaitlyn glanced at me, then Jed. Her cheeks flushed—a pretty pink I was sure was the same shade as her pussy—and said, “Hey there.”
Soft and melodic. Perfect. Yeah, I’d gone insane, but I fucking wanted her. I wanted to know everything about her. Was she really a librarian or did she just give off that vibe? What kind of jelly did she like? Was she a morning person? God, if she was, then we would have a hot quickie before work every morning. Maybe even shower together and between me and Jed, we’d make her filthy dirty before we got her all clean again.
Ava reached out and turned my head back with a finger on my cheek so my eyes were on her again, not hot little Kaitlyn.
“So, about that phone number, Sir,” she mewled. “I just have to wonder if your beef is as big as they say.”
Of course, she knew who I was. Knew the nickname the tabloids had given me. I’d quit the circuit two years ago, but the name still stuck.
As for Ava? She wanted the famous pro rodeo champion, not the real me. Yeah, she wanted Sir Loin of Beef, not Landon Duke.
And I wasn’t interested. I was interested in Kaitlyn, who shyly looked at me and Jed, but did nothing more. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to get in Ava’s way with me. But that flush at Ava’s mention of my beef—oh, she’d be the one to see it… the only one—and the way she studied me and looked away, held hope. Because she was interested, yet was keeping the field open for her friend. The way her gaze flicked to Jed’s, she was interested in him, too. Just probably never thought about both of us claiming her. I just had to get Ava out of the way first.
“Okay, you two,” Kaitlyn said, leaning her head into her friend for a second. “Don’t have too much fun.” She glanced between me and Ava. “Get me another water, okay? I’m going to run to the restroom while you… whatever.”
Ava didn’t take her eyes off me as she nodded. And when Kaitlyn walked off, I was able to get a good look at her ass, big and round in her jean skirt. It came to just above her knees, but her full figure couldn’t be disguised. Oh yeah. I wanted to spank it. Grip it as I fucked her from behind. All kinds of dirty things. And when she looked over her shoulder at me with nothing but those glasses on, I’d blow my load. Hell, I was halfway there just thinking about it.
And wearing that skirt with a pair of cowboy boots… shit. Good thing the fucking bar hid the way my dick bulged in my jeans otherwise Ava would learn first hand how big my beef really was. I tucked my tongue back in my mouth and said to Ava, “Sorry, sugar.”
I gave her a grin—which hopefully softened the rejection since I wasn’t an asshole, and also because Ava was Kaitlyn’s BFF, and I wasn’t going to have the best friend of my woman thinking me a dick—then wiped my hands on a cloth. Ava was gorgeous, flirtatious and looked fun. Perfect maybe for Tucker, but I had my sights set somewhere else.
“Interested in Kaitlyn?”
I glanced the direction she’d gone. “Definitely.”
Ava, fortunately, was a good sport, and a cool BFF. She gave me a playful pout and said, “Lucky girl.”
Jed placed the pitcher of beer she’d originally asked for in front of her. I topped off a glass with ice and water for Kaitlyn and set it down, giving Ava a wink.
When she turned and blended into the crowd, Jed faced me.
“Did you see her? Kaitlyn,” he murmured, leaning in so we weren’t overheard. Not that it was really possible with the level of the music and women cheering the latest stripper. “Holy shit.”
“No fucking kidding,” I replied, licking my lips with an eagerness to get to her. Touch her. Taste her. “She’s the one. Who knew she’d come with a pair of glasses, a perfect handful of tits and a heart-shaped ass.”
“Her outfit left a lot to the imagination, and I’m imagining,” he said.
“It was sexy as hell,” I countered.
Someone smacked me on the arm. I turned around, found Julia.
Her chin was tipped up since we were both so much taller. “You two look like you’ve been kicked by a wild bronc. What gives?”
I grinned, but also shifted so she wouldn’t see the way my dick was straining in my pants.
“We found the perfect woman in all that,” Jed said, thumbing over his shoulder toward the crowd. Gone was his quick grin, replaced by an unusual sense of seriousness.
Both of us had given up on helping the bartenders, and we moved out of the way so they could deal with the crowd on their own.
