well needed this.
Her breasts, soft mounds of flesh, pressed against his chest and her nipples were so hard he could feel them even through her bra and the soft material of her T-shirt. He moved his tongue over hers in a rhythm that captured the beat of the music, until he felt the heat simmering all the way from his toes to the top of his head. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in his jeans on the dance floor and embarrass himself.
By the time the song ended, Cade was sure he could fuck her in five seconds flat. When the next song kicked in, another Thompson Square favourite, If It takes All Night, Cade took that as his cue. He slid his hands caressingly over Shannon’s, then put about an inch of space between them and took her hand.
“Come on, sugar. How about a sleepover at the Treble T?”
She winked at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
One good thing about Shannon. She’d done the sleepover thing before and knew the ropes. Not to mention the fact that she was hot as a pistol and game for anything.
“Did you ride over in that funky Jeep of yours?” he asked when they reached the table.
“Uh-huh. You might not like it, but it gets me where I want to go.”
“Give Mark your keys,” he told her. “You’ll ride in the truck with Justin and me.”
“Hey!” Mark objected. “How come I have to ride solo?”
“Your turn to draw the short straw, bro.”
He pulled some cash out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. The brothers might own the honky tonk and get their drinks for free, but they always tipped the waitress. They knew how hard she worked, especially on a Friday night.
Cade waited until Shannon dug her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Mark. “Take good care of it, big boy.”
He laughed. “Anything I could do to that hunk of junk would only be an improvement. Why don’t you get yourself something new?”
She grinned at him. “Sentimental value. That old Jeep has seen a lot of things in its time.”
“Well, let’s get going,” Cade urged. “There’s a lot I want to see.”
He guided Shannon towards the door, his brothers behind him. He glanced over towards the bar, planning to let Marti know they were leaving, but her eyes were already on them. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think that was jealousy smouldering in them.
Interesting. And intriguing.
Maybe tomorrow he’d find time to swing by here and spend a little time chatting with Miss Marti Jensen. Get the lay of the land.
So to speak.
The difference in noise level when they walked out of Treble Shooters was so noticeable that for a moment Cade wondered if he’d gone deaf.
“I’ve never figured out why it’s necessary to crank the jukebox up so loud,” he grumbled, fishing for his keys.
“Cranky, cranky,” Justin teased. “First sign of advancing age.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just get going.”
“I’m right behind you,” Mark called, heading for Shannon’s ride. “Don’t get started without me.”
“Wouldn’t think of it,” she giggled.
Cade climbed into the driver’s seat while Justin hoisted Shannon into his lap in the passenger’s seat.
“Don’t wiggle too much, honey,” Justin told her in a low voice, “and we don’t need to worry about seat belts.”
“What are you doing?” she giggled.
“Just checkin’ to see how ready you are to play.”
As Cade pulled out on to the highway he glanced sideways and saw Justin’s hands against Shannon’s tummy, his fingers busy with her zipper. Suddenly an image of Marti slammed into him. Marti sitting on Justin’s lap. Marti with her legs draped on either side of his. Marti moaning low in her throat.
Heat blasted into his groin and stabbed his balls.
Shit, shit, shit!
What the hell was he doing, thinking about that? His brothers were right. Marti Jensen had to be off limits.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Shannon move slightly as Justin worked his hands inside her panties.
“Hey, Cade,” he said,
Her breasts, soft mounds of flesh, pressed against his chest and her nipples were so hard he could feel them even through her bra and the soft material of her T-shirt. He moved his tongue over hers in a rhythm that captured the beat of the music, until he felt the heat simmering all the way from his toes to the top of his head. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in his jeans on the dance floor and embarrass himself.
By the time the song ended, Cade was sure he could fuck her in five seconds flat. When the next song kicked in, another Thompson Square favourite, If It takes All Night, Cade took that as his cue. He slid his hands caressingly over Shannon’s, then put about an inch of space between them and took her hand.
“Come on, sugar. How about a sleepover at the Treble T?”
She winked at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
One good thing about Shannon. She’d done the sleepover thing before and knew the ropes. Not to mention the fact that she was hot as a pistol and game for anything.
“Did you ride over in that funky Jeep of yours?” he asked when they reached the table.
“Uh-huh. You might not like it, but it gets me where I want to go.”
“Give Mark your keys,” he told her. “You’ll ride in the truck with Justin and me.”
“Hey!” Mark objected. “How come I have to ride solo?”
“Your turn to draw the short straw, bro.”
He pulled some cash out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. The brothers might own the honky tonk and get their drinks for free, but they always tipped the waitress. They knew how hard she worked, especially on a Friday night.
Cade waited until Shannon dug her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Mark. “Take good care of it, big boy.”
He laughed. “Anything I could do to that hunk of junk would only be an improvement. Why don’t you get yourself something new?”
She grinned at him. “Sentimental value. That old Jeep has seen a lot of things in its time.”
“Well, let’s get going,” Cade urged. “There’s a lot I want to see.”
He guided Shannon towards the door, his brothers behind him. He glanced over towards the bar, planning to let Marti know they were leaving, but her eyes were already on them. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think that was jealousy smouldering in them.
Interesting. And intriguing.
Maybe tomorrow he’d find time to swing by here and spend a little time chatting with Miss Marti Jensen. Get the lay of the land.
So to speak.
The difference in noise level when they walked out of Treble Shooters was so noticeable that for a moment Cade wondered if he’d gone deaf.
“I’ve never figured out why it’s necessary to crank the jukebox up so loud,” he grumbled, fishing for his keys.
“Cranky, cranky,” Justin teased. “First sign of advancing age.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just get going.”
“I’m right behind you,” Mark called, heading for Shannon’s ride. “Don’t get started without me.”
“Wouldn’t think of it,” she giggled.
Cade climbed into the driver’s seat while Justin hoisted Shannon into his lap in the passenger’s seat.
“Don’t wiggle too much, honey,” Justin told her in a low voice, “and we don’t need to worry about seat belts.”
“What are you doing?” she giggled.
“Just checkin’ to see how ready you are to play.”
As Cade pulled out on to the highway he glanced sideways and saw Justin’s hands against Shannon’s tummy, his fingers busy with her zipper. Suddenly an image of Marti slammed into him. Marti sitting on Justin’s lap. Marti with her legs draped on either side of his. Marti moaning low in her throat.
Heat blasted into his groin and stabbed his balls.
Shit, shit, shit!
What the hell was he doing, thinking about that? His brothers were right. Marti Jensen had to be off limits.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Shannon move slightly as Justin worked his hands inside her panties.
“Hey, Cade,” he said,
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