BOOTS AND CHAPS
an UGLY STICK SALOON story
by Myla Jackson
Jackson Gray Wolf is turning thirty, and what does he have to show for it? A ranch. No wife, no kids, no dates. He’s had his eye on the pretty owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, but their one accidental encounter was interrupted before he could get her out of her take-me-now red cowboy boots.
Audrey Anderson isn’t in the market for a man. Been there, done that, has the scars to prove it. She retired her pole-dancing boots after purchasing the Ugly Stick Saloon, and now manages a stable of strippers. When she winds up one stripper short for a private party, she’s forced to slip on a mask and into the role of the mysterious Kiki.
Jackson didn’t want the birthday bash his twin brothers are throwing him, but his vow to ignore the rented stripper goes awry when she shows him exactly how far she’s willing to go—for all three of them.
Audrey can’t forget the sizzling heat between her and one sexy Kiowa in particular. Jackson. Trouble is, she’s not sure if he wants the bold, brassy Kiki, or if he’s ready for the wounded woman underneath.
Warning: This title contains hot scenes with multiple partners, with a little BDSM on the side. Caution—it could melt your e-reader!
Jackson groaned. He couldn’t get off the bar or his privates would be so violated he might never sire children. All he could do was wait out the storm and hope the women got bored and left soon.
Mark and Luke swayed to the music, flexing their muscles and grinding their hips.
Cries rose from the ladies, and they shouted, “More!”
At the back of the crowd a glimpse of strawberry-blonde hair caught Jackson’s eye like a ray of hope in a stormy sky. Was it…?
A woman made a grab for the red boot he held in front of his dick and jerked it out of his hand. “We want to see.”
Jackson lunged for the boot, falling into the crowd. Like a rock star at a concert, they moved him above their heads, touching, feeling and fondling all the way.
He spotted the red boot on the floor near someone’s feet, and he rolled to the side, disrupting the chain of hands. He dropped to the floor, lunged for the boot, and it was whisked out of sight before he could get his hands on it. He straightened, his gaze climbing the denim-clad legs to face off with Greta Sue, the female bouncer. In her hand, she held the boot. “Looking for this?”
Jackson smiled and winced as the woman behind him reached between his legs and squeezed his scrotum.
Greta Sue glared at the woman. “Back off, bitch.”
The woman let go of Jackson’s balls and stepped back.
Straightening to his full height, Jackson squared off with Greta Sue. “Yes. I was looking for that.”
She inspected the boot. “Not your size.”
A hand snaked out from behind Greta Sue and plucked the boot from her fingers. “No, but it’s mine.” Audrey’s voice carried over the roar of the crowd.
Jackson’s heart thundered against his ribs. This was not the way he envisioned this meeting would go. He fought the urge to fig-leaf his hand over his penis. She’d seen it all, touched it and fucked it. That last thought put life into his limp dick. Ah, hell, the more he tried not to think about all they’d done, the more he did and the bigger his cock swelled.
Several women standing nearby gasped.
One touched her throat and cried, “Oh, my.” Fingers stretched out to touch his member.
Greta Sue blocked her hand. “Don’t touch the merchandise.”
Jackson grinned at her. “Thanks.”
“Thanks, nothing. I want a clear view, not some skanky female’s hands all over, blocking that masterpiece.”
“Greta Sue,” Audrey said in a quiet, authoritative voice. “I’ll take it from here.”
Greta Sue grunted. “I just bet you will.” The big woman moved to the side, clearing the path between Audrey and Jackson.
Audrey’s brows rose, her gaze skimming him from head to foot. “Lose something?”
He shrugged, forcing a nonchalance he didn’t feel standing naked in front of a hundred drooling women. “More like I found something.”
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