Reese could have argued the point, but she was glad for the out and smiled.
“Love you,” she said, turning to leave. “Bye, Erik.”
“See you later,” he called from Dimitri’s room. She should have gone back there and said bye. She knew once Dimitri had her in his gaze, though, that she’d never leave, and Reese needed to leave. She was in the mood for some company of the male variety.
Wanna B’s was Reese’s stomping ground. She loved the bar, loved the atmosphere, and the assortment of men out in front of her. There were cowboys, lawyers, musicians, businessmen, and every other brand of man for her to choose from. Reese leaned against the bar, a beer at her lips, as she scanned for the perfect bedmate. She had a system. After picking the guy out of the crowd, she’d watch him and usually he’d notice. They would make eyes at each other and, if he had the balls to come up to her, and he checked out as not a sleaze, then she usually went home with him. She never went to their house though, no matter what. She’d go home alone before she’d do that. The reason was because she knew where all the weapons were in her house. Had to keep safe, mind you.
Taking a long pull of her beer, her eyes kept busy until she found him. It didn’t take long. When her eyes landed on him, all she could do was think, Hello, gorgeous. He had to be at least 6’5, big, brawny shoulders, trim waist, great ass, blond hair in a short cut, and dark brown eyes that met hers head on. When his lips curved in a devilish grin, Reese found herself gripping the side of the bar. He was a hair puller. She could tell just by that grin, and she prayed he had the balls to come talk to her. He did, and soon he was crossing the bar. As he closed the distance between them, Reese took in his tight jeans, his western blue shirt that had pearl snaps, and of course, his black cowboy hat. The song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” came to mind, and Reese was all about saving every horse in America just to ride this one cowboy.
With a grin on his face, he bent in and said, “Hi.”
As he pulled back, Reese’s smile grew. He smelled fantastic, not like a cigarette or anything. He had beer on his breath, but she thought that was hot. Bringing her lip between her teeth, she held his gaze before she said hi back.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
He had a deep voice, one that could make her come on demand. Oh, she couldn’t wait to get him home.
“Reese, I like that.”
“Thank you, and yours?”
She grinned, still holding his gaze as she moved a piece of hair out of her eyes. She felt a tingle in her stomach as heat rushed to the spot between her thighs. They had a connection, and she was ready to go home and test that while getting tangled in her sheets.
“Do you have a girlfriend, wife, or anyone that will protest to you leaving and having your way with me?”
His grin grew as he slowly shook his head.
“No ma’am, I don’t.”
Yup, she was pretty sure her thong caught on fire. She took a step towards him, running her hand up his hard abs before resting it on his equally hard chest. When his hand rested against her ass, she knew she was about to have a whole lot of fun with this country hottie.
“Well then, let’s go.”
He was all right.
Nothing mind blowing, and he needed to work on his hair-pulling technique. How hard was it to pull and thrust at the exact right time? He was banging her so hard, and then pulling her hair at the wrong time, that she was convinced he was going to break something. But overall, he did the job and she got her release, which was all she was really worried about. Now Reese had the issue of getting him out of her apartment. Looking down at where Dillon was passed out across her stomach, she let out a breath. She hated this. Why couldn’t guys just f**k her and leave? What was the problem? Why’d they want to stay and cuddle?
Why hadn’t she enjoyed him more? It bothered her that she didn’t and, the more she thought about it, the more she realized this was Piper’s fault. If she didn’t have her sister in her head telling her she was getting old and needed to find a guy that would give her great hair-pulling, sweet, loving sex, she probably would have enjoyed him more. Instead, she rushed him through foreplay, straight to the prize that was in his pants. But was it really a prize? It was a nice dick, nothing to gush over, but again, it did the job.
Blah, what a waste of a night.
Deciding that it was time for him to go, she moved out from underneath him, causing him to fall off her and wake up. He looked up at her with a lazy smile, his eyes dancing along her naked body. He really was hot, but that was it. Oh well. Reaching for Dillon’s clothes, she threw them on the bed before sliding into her robe.
“All right, I had a great time, but I gotta get up early. Time to go.”
Dillon looked up at her, confused.
“You need to go,” she said, pointing to the door.
“Why? Can’t I stay? We could chill, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
“No, and no, and no again,” she said as she cringed. The breakfast part wasn’t so bad since she loved breakfast food, but there was no way she was cuddling with this guy. She didn’t cuddle.
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. Again, it was fun, but I need you to go.”
He looked at her astonished, but thankfully, he got up and started to get dressed. She went to the kitchen for a glass of water and when she turned, he was walking towards her. Placing his hat on his head, he leaned in, giving her a small kiss on her lips before pulling away to look at her.