Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this story of approximately 19,000 words.
Join Charli in her final adventure. The time has come for her to decide which cowboy she wants.
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's first erotic adventure.
Choose or lose...The time has come. After a fabulous night of sex, Charli thinks she's in love with Connor Mason, but he's told her that he's a one-woman-man and that he's looking for a one-man kind of woman. What's a girl to do when she's got a kind, decent and sexy hot cowboy in one hand and a mystery, masked, black-hatted cowboy with friends lurking in the shadows?
Does she go for the one she knows who will always be there for her and never let her down? Or does she opt for the adventure, excitement and possible desertion of the one who remains anonymous?
Desperate times call for...With her decision pretty much made, Charli knows she will have to break the news to the losing team at the Cowboy Masquerade Ball. Wouldn't ya know, nothing turns out the way she plans.
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's final foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Warning: Mystery cowboy plays one last dirty trick on an unsuspecting, completely confused saloon girl...add a bit of anal sex, begging and noon naughtiness and you might get the sexually satisfying experience you were looking for all along...
Knowing what she had to do, Charli adjusted her skirt, checked her corset to make sure everything was where it should be and sufficiently covered. Then she trudged out of the storeroom into the saloon, ready to find Connor and set the record straight, no matter what it cost.
As she emerged into the ear-numbing din of loud music and cowboys hooting and hollering, her boss caught her arm and swung her toward the bar. “Oh, good, there you are. Time for the show.”
Charli planted her heels. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? You have to. The men are expecting it, and you’re our only singer.”
“I need to find Connor.”
“It can wait until after the show.”
“No, it can’t.” Though Charli tried to argue, Audrey was already two steps ahead, dragging her behind.
Someone jammed a microphone into Charli's hands and the band struck up the lead-in music. Jackson Gray Wolf grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up onto the bar where Lacey, Kendall, Bella and Libby waited, dressed like Charli in their matching red corsets and black ruffled skirts. With the weight of her transgressions on her shoulders, Charli choked on the first words of the song. Heart pounding, her gaze panned the crowd, searching for Connor’s open, honest face, half-afraid she’d find it…even more fearful she wouldn’t.
Lacey danced over to where Charli leaned against a support column. “What’s wrong with you? The natives are getting impatient. Sing, girl, sing!”
As the band got into the spirit of the bump and grind music, Charli shook off her morose musings and threw her voice into the song, making it as sexy and raunchy as the throng expected and deserved.
The overwhelming majority of the crowd was randy cowboys, liquored up and excited from the adrenalin-kick of riding the rodeo. As the girls danced, the crowd of masked men surged toward the bar, some reaching out to touch.
Jackson stood at the front, warning the men as best he could over the roar of the music and hollering, but they weren’t listening.
One man grabbed Libby’s ankle and tried to yank her off the bar.
A shout rose from the back of the room.
Charli recognized Mark and Luke Gray Wolf attempting to swim through the crush to get to the bar.
Resident bartender and tough-as-nails biker-babe Libby had it under control. She pressed her free stiletto to the cowboy’s forehead and pushed, sending him flying back into the crowd of rabble-rousers.
A cheer went up at the same time as a scream rent the air.
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