CHAPTER 1
There were few things Nicole, “Nick” to her friends, White loved more in this world than the sensation of being thoroughly fucked while her panties dangled from one ankle, with her legs in the air, hair fanned out on her pillow and the sheer inability to form a coherent thought.
This was exactly how she hoped the night would go when she went to that bar.
The music had been obnoxiously loud; it almost propelled her back out the door after she stepped in. The place was crowded too, though she didn’t mind that too much. She hadn’t been to this bar before, but the fates had decided it was time, when she stepped off the bus and the heavens opened up. There was no way she was going to race three blocks in the pouring rain to go to the bar she intended to drink in, when there was a perfectly fine bar, she hadn’t yet prowled in, right there across the street.
The surprising decor was the first thing she noticed. From the outside, she’d anticipated a typical neighbourhood bar. Instead, the interior revealed a deeply rooted Western saloon, even boasting massive, leather-bound steer horns above the bar. As she wove her way through the crowd of people who seemed strangely at home in plaid shirts, worn jeans, boots with heels and stetson hats, she wondered how this enormous crowd of cowboy loving drinkers ended up congregating in Madison, a small town outside of Chicago.
The crowd at the bar was three people deep, and she was beginning to regret not sticking with her original plan, which she was sure had table service. Especially when she caught sight of herself in a reflective mirrored sign on the wall advertising “cheap feed at the general store”. She had chosen this dress when she thought the clientele would be wearing less leather. It was a mint green strapless dress with a cinched waist and a flared skirt that barely covered her ass. Paired with her four inch heels she stood at over six foot and felt incredibly out of place.
Usually when she went to a bar it took a moment or two before some eager and brave man decided to offer her assistance in getting her drink, but in this bar she felt invisible. She mentally went through her wardrobe and wondered what she had to wear to this bar if she ever came back and was lost in thought when someone bumped into her back and sent her flying into the back of another person, who in turn fell onto the back of someone else.
The abrupt chaos caused a scuffle to break out as everyone took umbrage to everyone else and before Nick could square up and declare her innocence someone grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the fray. She kept watching the crowd grapple with each other as some people tried to break it up and others weighed in with flying fists when her momentum was pulled up short and her face planted into something tall and hard.
She blinked a few times to adjust to what she was seeing then tipped up her head to see a man half smiling, half scowling at her.
“You ok?” he asked as his eyebrows slowly rose the longer she stared at him.
His eyes were a rich chocolate brown, a shade so deep they seemed to shimmer with an inner light. She found herself wondering if this captivating gleam was merely a trick of the surrounding illumination, or something more intrinsic to their depths.
“Huh…yeah,” she managed to stammer out of her slack jaw gaping mouth as she took him in.
“You almost got your head knocked off.”
“I didn’t start it!” she declared and suddenly became aware that she was pressed up against this stranger’s chest, her hands gripping the side of his shirt, his hands on her elbows holding her in place.
He chuckled and the sound was like a balm to her frayed nerves. She pushed herself back and he didn’t try to keep her in place. She dusted her hands off the front of her dress then looked him up and down and realised he wasn’t wearing the western uniform everyone else was.
“You’re not a cowboy.”
He chuckled again and she felt warmth bloom in the pit of her stomach. “No. I don’t think anyone here actually knows how to ride a horse.”
“What is this place?” she asked and glanced around the bar.
“No idea.”
“Why are you here?”
“I suspect the same reason you are.”
“Rainstorm?”
He nodded and she noticed how he kept his eyes fixed to her face. At first she wondered why he hadn’t checked her out. This dress was made to be checked out. How it clung to her breasts and moved just enough to make you think it could drop any moment. Or how the skirt swayed when she walked like there was always the chance it would reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks.
The scuffle at the bar got shut down by a barman banging a wooden spoon off a metal pot and Nick turned to see everyone disperse. She turned back to the stranger to see his eyes lift to her face and she smiled. So he had checked her out, she just hadn’t caught him.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” she said with a nod towards the bar.
“You still want a drink?” he asked.
She smiled, it was almost a smirk. This might be a record for her, she thought. “You have a better idea?”
This time Nolan didn’t hide his interest as he let his eyes roam down as far as he could see then back up to her face, though they lingered on her breasts and then her mouth first.
“I can think of a much better idea.”
“I’m game.”
He smiled and it was like his whole face transformed. He had a charming suave look about him but that smile made him look predatory and it caused a shiver to rattle up her spine. He moved his hand between them, lifted his hand, palm up in invitation and wiggled his fingers to encourage her to take it. Nick took it without hesitation and followed him.
