“Tequila shot, please. Hell, make it two.”
It had been a long day on the ranch. My back and legs ached, my arms felt heavy, and I could tell by the dull sting and stiffness in my face that my long day in the sun was going to hurt like hell in the morning. Being up since dawn everyday for the last few weeks has made for rough sleep, but I was never fed with a silver spoon.
Today was like any other day. My alarm screamed at five-thirty, pulling me away from my peaceful slumber and into the start of my day. Shower, dress, and to the barn by six-fifteen to meet the farm hand at six-thirty. Ben and I split chores and had the cattle, pigs, and horses fed by eight. After the farm rounds were finally done, trailers and stalls were clean, it was time for lunch. Ben sat outside on the tailgate of his blue pickup while I headed to the office to work on paperwork. After Ben finished his lunch, we were back at it. The two of us saddled up and started our cattle rotation. Cows, heifers, bulls and calves were rounded up and moved from one grazing plot to another. When that was all finished, it was nearly three. Ben helped wash down the horses, put away the tack, and we called it a day by four.
Good Lord, this shit was getting old fast. I was twenty-three and felt like I was forty! But, that’s what I get for trying to help Dad run the ranch here in Willow, Texas. Thank fuck it was Friday!
SLAM! The sound of the glass shot glass hitting the bar top pulled me out of my head. The bartender poured the clear elixir into the two glasses, set slices of lime on a napkin and smiled. “There ya go, Lex.” I slid a bill her way and she waved it off, “Eh, I’ve got these, hon. Don’t you dare.”
“Linda, you are my hero.” Linda was a petite older lady, short grey hair that paired well with her laugh lines and pale blue eyes. She could still hold her own and kick ass if she had to now in her mid-fifties, she ran the bar with her husband, Mick. Mick bought the bar for her when they got engaged, damn near thirty years ago. “I owe you a pack of steaks!” I hollered in her direction. She smiled and gave a quick nod before helping another customer wanting a beer.
I licked the salt off my hand, tossed down the first shot and bit into one of the limes. The burn of the tequila going down my throat made me moan and my eyes roll back.
To my left, I heard a low chuckle. I opened my eyes, which I didn’t realize I had closed, and jerked my head back up. I looked over at the origin of the laugh. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe the hunk of testosterone that was responsible.
Sitting on the barstool next to me must have been a god. He must have been at least six foot three, dark hair tossed in just the right way. His cobalt eyes seemed to bore into my soul and his amazing smile was like staring into the sun. broad shoulders, and muscles that were defined by his t-shirt. He wore dark jeans, a belt, and cowboy boots to complete the look.
Wow, that tequila must already be working. I looked back at the other shot glass sitting in front of me, my face reddening more under my sunburned skin as I realized I must have looked absolutely ridiculous ogling this man. I downed the other shot and bit into the lime, trying to gain some sort of composure or something.
“You look like you’ve had a long day.” A deep, rich voice poured from his mouth. I looked back in his direction, mentally telling myself not to stare, and gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, it’s uh, been one of those days.” I sat the empty shot glass next to it’s buddy. “Sorry about staring. Like I said, it’s just been one of those days.” Shut up, damn it.
He chuckled again, that megawatt smile peaking through. “Ah, it’s okay. Now I don’t feel as bad for checking you out on my walk over.” We both let out a small and awkward laugh. Linda came back into view and he waved her down. “Two more shots of tequila please,” he glanced back at me with a smirk, “and a Bud Light for me when you have a moment. Just put it all on my tab please.” Linda took the empty little glasses and brought two more over already filled. She reached into the cooler and pulled out an ice cold bottle of beer, popped off the cap and set the bottle in line with the glasses. With a knowing smile, she winked and walked away.
He scooted the shots my way and grabbed the beer for himself. “To long days, and even longer nights.” He held his beer towards me. I tapped the side of the shot glass to the neck of the bottle. We both drank. And damn, was I suddenly jealous of that beer bottle.
Okay, no more tequila for me.
We sat there for a few moments in awkward silence, just listening to the buzz of the nightlife around us. From somewhere down the bar, I could hear a few of the locals talk with Linda about the rodeo coming to town next weekend. Somewhere behind me, I could here a few guys bickering over a billiards game. This little bar felt like home to me, my relaxing place, yet tonight, I felt like electricity was building up under my skin.
The song on the jukebox changed from an old rock song to a local favorite, George Strait’s “Here for a Good Time”, causing a few of the local couples to get out there chairs and dance in the middle of the bar.
The stranger next to me watched them for a few moments, before looking in my direction with his eyebrows raised. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned in the direction to watch them. Now, there was almost a dozen people up dancing. This is what made this bar special, a place for folks to come out and just have a good time.
Standing up, he reached his hand in my direction. I looked up at him, and he jerked his head towards them. “Care to join them?”
“Hell, why not?” I placed my hand in his and stood up. We walked over to the small crowd and joined in. The songs changed, but the dancing continued all around us. He spun me under his arm and we swayed to the music. Not only was he damn good looking, but he was light and smooth on his feet.
The remainder of the night just seemed to fly by. Another drink, a game of darts, more drinks, even more dancing. Soon enough, a slow song found me and the handsome stranger standing in the middle of the bar, surrounded by a few other couples that were still here. My hands wrapped around his thick neck, and his were wrapped around my waist. His forehead was lowered so it rested on mine.
As the slow song came to a close, he leaned down to my ear. “This may be bold of me, but would you like to get out of here?” He pulled his face back and his deep blue eyes searched mine.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the charge that I felt from his touch, but with a smile I nodded in response, reaching my face up and grazing my lips against his. He pulled me closer, sinking into our kiss, deepening it, until our teeth painfully clashed. When he pulled away, his eyes lit up and he grabbed my hand. We walked back up to the bar, he settled his tab, and we walked out to his truck. Being the gentleman, he opened the passenger side door for me to hop in, and closed it after me before getting in on his side. The entire ride, there was a quiet buzz between us. Both afraid of speaking to ruin the moment, or making any moves that may end us not making it to where we were heading.
It wasn’t long before we were at the only hotel in town. The elevator ride seemed to last forever as my nerves balled up in my stomach. When the doors opened, we made our way down the hallway and with a swipe of a key card, we were inside of his room.
Hot lips met mine, sending fire straight to my core. Strong hands were at the small of my back, pulling me in closer. My hands found their way up his chest, around his neck, and dove deep in his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. His tongue and mine seemed to battle to lead for a moment before finding a rhythm. Soon enough, I felt a soft bed against the back of my knees.
Pulling him down with me, we landed on the bed, never missing a beat. My hands moved from their grip of his hair down his chest and to his waist. I yanked hard at his t-shirt. He pulled away from me to reach his hand behind his head and pull his shirt off over his head. That damn shirt was now where it belonged, no longer covering the masterpiece that was this man’s chest. Strong pecks and a tight six pack now on display made my mouth water and my center hum with excitement. His mouth found mine again as he fumbled with my shirt to send it with his to the floor. Our jeans followed suit. Soon enough, we were both wearing nothing but a smile under the sheets.
The sun came peaking through the curtains uninvited. My head felt like it I was holding a banshee with bongos captive in my skull. I slowly creeped my eyes open. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust, and that's when I noticed that something wasn't right.
Where the hell am I?
I glanced next to me and jumped. Who the fuck is that? I jumped out of bed, but tried to do it gently as to not wake the handsome stranger that was snuggling into the pillow that was just moments ago next to my head.
I spotted my bra laying a few feet away and went to pick it up, then did the same with my jeans and shirt. My panties were nowhere to be seen. Stirring on the bed caused me to forget the lost undergarment, as I quickly threw on my located clothing, slipped on my boots, grabbed my phone, and walked out of the room clicking the door shut behind me.
Okay, Lennox. No more tequila for you. I chastised myself all the way down to the lobby and out the front door. After making a quick phone call to my best friend, Dixie, I soon had a ride and could put this whole thing behind me.
Or so I thought.
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at a story, so please bear with me as I figure this all out. I know the chapters are short, but I promise that I have BIG plans for this story! ;)
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