Page 4 of Rocky Mountain Home

“If I took your cherry, of course I’ll marry you,” he promised.

Everything about Dare was lush and sensual, and she proceeded to drive him wild. They clinked glasses then shot back the drinks, sticky sweetness filling his mouth. Pressure rose as the sugar hit his bloodstream.

She moved quickly to the next drink, which didn’t look quite as mind-numbingly sweet.

He’d had just enough alcohol for his mind to start rambling. No way was she a virgin. Not with how she’d laid her hand on his thigh, rubbing in taunting circles. Never quite all the way to where he needed her, but bold enough to state she had more than drinking on her mind.

The sugar rush from the last drink sent his system skipping into overdrive, and he caught her by the hand and pulled her with him toward the tiny open space by the jukebox masquerading as a dance floor.

Bartender shouted after them. “Machine’s broken. Just hit the numbers you want.”

They leaned against the glass front to pick their favourites. Jesse slipped his arms on either side of her as she pointed to the playlist. Dare responded by pressing her hips back into his, and happily, his cock got harder.

She turned on the spot and slid into his arms, her body warm against his. Garth Brooks crooned in the background, but Jesse was fixated on the woman in front of him.

“There’s another glass on the counter,” he warned.

“Three more to go, but I don’t mind a moment to stretch my legs.” She slipped her hands around his neck and pressed their bodies together. “So, Jesse. Can you handle your liquor? Or should we cut you off now so you’ve got enough get up and go for later?”

Nice. Blunt and to the point. “You coming back to my room?”

She shrugged, easing closer, one leg on either side of his so she was damn near riding him. “Your place or mine. We’re probably next door to each other.”

“Good. Then we won’t have to worry about our neighbour complaining about how much noise we’re making.”

“You think we’re going to make a lot of noise, do you?”

“Oh, darlin’, I’m quiet as a mouse, but I have a feeling it’s the kind of night you need to do a little screaming.”

Jesse twirled her, raising her off the floor before resettling her on his thigh. A throaty purr escaped her, and he damn near stumbled.

“Screaming orgasms are fun.” She stroked a finger down his cheek, eyeing the bruises. “Maybe you’ll be the one screaming, though, and not me.”

His cock took the challenge personally, hard pressed to the front of his jeans. Jesse rubbed her against him again, loving how her lashes fluttered as pleasure washed over her features. “Let’s go find out, right now.”

Dare lifted her chin. “We can’t leave until we’re done our drinks. That’s the rule. But in case you get some idea of being noble, or some such bullshit, and don’t think you should take me to bed later because I’m drunk, let’s make it clear. I’m damn happy to have you join me tonight. Ten years means it’s time to move on, and you’re part of it.”

One night to put aside everything that had come before. He could understand the sentiment. He might be running, but he was also headed to a new start. That’s what this was all about. Transition.

“Trust me. You want me to take you to bed, I guarantee you’ll get what you want.”

That finger of hers kept moving southward, now tracing his shirt placard as she slow danced with him. “I’ve got condoms, or we can use yours, but you get suited up, got it?”

“Always do.”

“Hmm. You’re nice and warm.” She rested her head on his chest and rubbed them together teasingly. “I sure hope you don’t suck in bed.”

Jesse laughed. “I don’t. Except the good kind of sucking. You?”

She tilted her head back and licked her lips. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

He woke face down on the lumpy mattress, Morgan whining softly to get his attention.

Jesse jerked up a few inches before the anvil hit his head.

“Fucking hell.”

Hangover. Big, nasty, wild hangover.