I decided to pull a teaser from a wip this week. Now I began this particular story back in 2009 and never got around to finishing it so it’s obviously crap. 😆


Scott Bennett couldn’t believe he’d let Josh talk him into coming tonight. The place was jam-packed full of people, half of whom wore very little in the way of clothing, the music was attempting to break the sound barrier and the beer he’d been nursing for the last five minutes starting to go warm. What on earth could Josh have used to tempt him into coming?

A couple of dark rose spots danced in front of his eyes. Oh, yeah, he remembered now.


Easy sex.

Anonymous sex.

Hot, sweaty, no strings attached sex with a buckle bunny.

Oh, yeah!

He could do with some of that. There was just one problem. None of the buckle bunnies in the Bucking Bronc Bar looked old enough to know what sex was never mind old enough to do it legally. His cock twitched as two dark rose spots danced across his line of vision again. She might not look old enough to have sex but the big breasted blond certainly had the equipment for it. Mind you, with the way those mounds bounced they couldn’t be real. There was no give in them. Only one thing turned him off quicker than a girl, and that was a fake one.

Nope, Scott liked his women older and real. No silicon for him. The size didn’t worry him either, just so long as when you squeezed it was all woman. He liked them to be the way nature and genetics intended. He sighed and lifted his beer to his mouth, watched as the dancing rose spots got groped by some cowboy with large hands and scarred fingers. No doubt about it, he’d end up with a boner just from watching the boys and bunnies rubbing up against each other all over the room. Not exactly his idea of a good time.

Movement near the bar drew his eye and the mouthful of beer he’d just swallowed came charging back up his throat. Leaning on the bar, in the shortest, tightest denim mini he’d ever seen, was a woman. An honest to God woman. She had to be in her late twenties and her breasts were crushed into one of them singlet top things the waitresses at Hooters wore. He couldn’t quite read the writing on it but from where he sat it looked like the distinct brown owl and orange lettering made famous by the restaurant chain. No bra either. Damn, that was hot.

Her arms and legs were long and tan, smooth skin as far as the eyes could see. Hair the color of caramel swirled around her face and shoulders, feathered layers flying this way and that with every move she made. No other way to describe her other than sex on legs. Scott could easily picture those legs wrapped around his waist while he drove his cock into her wet cunt.

Pain lanced his groin. Damn. He was rock hard and hadn’t even touched her. He’d be lucky if he didn’t blow in his pants just sitting here watching her. The barman passed her a beer and she slapped some money on the bar top. Lifting the beer to her mouth, she turned to scan the room. He couldn’t make out the color of her eyes with the distance between them but he didn’t care, he wanted that steady gaze on him. He waited for her eyes to land on his side of the bar, she scanned quickly, cowboy after cowboy dismissed with just a look.

The closer her gaze got to him the tighter the tension in his body. He felt like his whole life rode on this one look. Josh stepped up to the table just as her eyes landed on it, Scott didn’t look away from her. He watched as she sized Josh up and found him lacking. Her gaze lowered and he saw the spark of interest. Her back stiffened, her shoulders pulled back and her orange splashed breasts pushed forward. He kept his eyes on hers as he raised his beer and toasted her with it. The corners of her eyes tipped up and he darted a look at her mouth.

Those red slicked lips were plump and kissable, and presently stretched in a grin that made him think he just might get lucky after all. But when she slid off the stool and started in his direction he knew he was getting lucky, because if she came over here and said one word to him there was no way he would let her walk out of this bar alone. If he had to, he’d throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of here. She didn’t know it yet but she was his. No if’s, ands or buts, he planned on spending the rest of tonight buried deep inside that tight little body until his dick refused to get hard anymore.

“Scott!” Josh yelled.


“Have you heard a word I’ve said?” Josh sighed. “Shit man, I’m going home with Stacey, just wanted to let you know in case you came looking for me.”

“Sure man, I’m fine. I think I’ll hang a bit longer.” Scott wanted Josh to go already, before sex on legs got to the table and he had to share her.

“Okay, catch ya later.” Josh turned and bumped into the guy next to him. The cowboy didn’t seem to notice, too busy with one hand up the skirt of the redhead he had in a death grip with the other arm.

Scott quickly turned back to see sex on legs take the last few steps toward him. She didn’t ask, just pulled out the chair next to him and scooted it closer to his before she perched on the edge and leaned into him.

“How ya doin’ cowboy?” Her voice slid through his veins like warm honey, heating his blood and hardening his cock.

He crowded in close, reduced the space between them to no more than a breath. “A hell of a lot better now that you’re here, Honey,” he drawled.

“I take it you’re glad to see me,” she purred.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be even gladder when I’ve seen more of you.” Scott couldn’t believe he’d thrown it out there like that. Sure he wasn’t some smooth playboy but he usually had a little more tact and finesse to his moves.

Her eyes, the same caramel color as her hair, sparkled back at him. “I love a man that’s straight to the point.”

One finger ran alone his denim covered leg, from knee to crotch, and he thought this woman could make him come with a look. He ground his teeth together and drew in a deep breath. The smell of sweet woman and hot sex filled his nose and clouded his brain. He had to have her. Now.

“I aim to please,” he drawled.

“Well, cowboy, how about you and me get out of here and go somewhere we can get… a little more comfortable?” She’d leaned in so her lips brushed his ear as she spoke, her hair caressed the side of his neck and he had to tighten the grip on his beer until his knuckle went white. His other hand he’d wrapped around his chair in the hope of stopping himself from grabbing her and throwing her over the table, pushing that excuse for a skirt up and slamming his cock into her. It was a close call.

“Let’s go,” he growled.

Before she changed her mind he let go of his beer and chair, grabbed her hand and all but dragged her out of her seat and through the crowded bar. At the door he turned and she slammed into his chest, his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Do you need to tell anyone you’re going?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Are you sure about this?” He didn’t want her to change her mind but he’d give her one more chance before they left the bar, because once they did leave there’d be no backing out.

She stood up on her toes, bringing her eye level with him, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life cowboy. Lead the way and I’ll follow.” Her lips brushed his with each word and trails of tingling heat followed her warm breath as it spread across his jaw.

Scott’s control snapped. He speared his tongue out and pushed at the seam of her lips, she opened for him. He plunged inside the warm, wet cavern and proceeded to taste and tease every inch of her mouth. A moan escaped one of them, which he couldn’t tell and didn’t care, she was on fire in his arms. Any second and they’d incinerate on the spot, leaving nothing but ashes. He needed to pull back, back out, slow down, there was no way he wanted to end this here. He wanted to end it with her beneath him, writhing in pleasure, screaming his name as she flew apart in his arms.

Reining back his raging blood had to be the hardest thing he’d ever done. This woman would be the death of him but hell, what a way to go. Scott watched as her eyelids fluttered open and her glazed eyes slowly came back into focus. Good, he wasn’t the only one blown away by that kiss.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He twined his fingers through hers and pulled her out the door.


So what do you think? Worth pulling back and finishing?

Rhian Cahill