Free Boots and Chaps by Myla Jackson Page B

Audrey at her home.
    Nah. She might not even be there. Why drive all the way over to Temptation just to find an empty house? That brand of reasoning led to another thought. What if Audrey was out on a date, or worse, out dancing for another man?
    His hands tightening on the steering wheel, Jackson gritted his teeth. The woman had pushed him away, stating their storeroom fuck was a mistake. If that was true, then why the hell did she show up as Kiki at his house and spend the night mattress-wrangling with him?
    She wasn’t making sense. Well not to a man anyway. Possibly she was doin’ some of that female thinkin’. Either way, he had a boot to prove Audrey and Kiki were one and the same. What he didn’t know was why Audrey felt she had to disguise herself as Kiki to feel comfortable making love to him again. Or maybe it was the rough-riding, kinky sex she didn’t like to admit to lovin’.
    Jackson had a plan on how to bring Audrey around to revealing herself, but he needed to find Audrey to set the plan in motion. He pounded the steering wheel with his palm, frustrated at having to wait.
    As he pulled into the yard at the ranch, he stared at the darkened living room windows. Had the boys gone to bed early for once? It wasn’t poker night, the Ugly Stick was off limits to guys and they hadn’t said anything about going out that evening.
    A bright light blinked in the darkness of the living room.
    Jackson’s heart skipped a beat.
    The light blinked again, then settled into a steady rhythm, strobing the darkness with brilliant flashes.
    His stomach flipping over, Jackson jumped down from his truck and ran for the house.
    No way. It couldn’t be.
    As he burst through the front door, a familiar figure swayed in the intermittent lighting, her body smooth, sensual and practically naked, wearing nothing but a thong, a white lace bra and those damned chaps. Instead of the red boots, she wore a pair of white cowboy boots. The long blonde hair scraped the top of her ass, a white cowboy hat balanced on her head at a jaunty angle.
    Hallelujah! Jackson’s heart sang. She’d come back.
    Heat surged beneath his collar. She’d come back to dance for his brothers, not him.
    Mark sat in the wooden stool Jackson had occupied the night before, a grin splitting his face, his hands reaching for the woman cavorting in front of him.
    Luke glanced toward Jackson. “Told you she’d come back. All I had to do was call the Ugly Stick and here she is.” Luke stood with his shirt off, his jeans riding low on his hips, his feet bare on the wooden floor.
    Jackson moved closer, not entirely sure he liked the idea of Kiki dancing for all three of them. After their night in bed, he kinda felt he owned the right to claim her as his.
    The anger built until another thought followed on that. Maybe that was Audrey’s point to pushing him away and disguising herself as another person. She didn’t want to commit to one man. Didn’t want anyone staking a claim on her.
    That set him back a step or two. What had caused Audrey to be so gun-shy on commitment? Had some fool cheated on her? Maybe Jackson made her feel less than a woman or worse, he hadn’t measured up to her sexual appetites.
    Jackson edged closer. There had to be a reason.
    Kiki spun away from Mark and circled Luke, her hands trailing over his chest, fingers dancing along the man’s muscles.
    Jackson could almost feel the strength in those hands, the same hands that had wrapped around his cock, guiding him into her mouth. His jeans tightened, his dick pressing against the hard metal rivets.
    Luke grabbed Kiki beneath the legs and swung her up in his arms. “You’re just about the purdiest thing I’ve seen.” He kissed her soundly and spun her in a circle.
    “Hey, don’t be greedy. She was dancing for me,” Mark complained.
    Luke set her on her booted feet, and Kiki danced toward Mark, planting her heels on either side of his thighs, grinding her pelvis toward his face.
    Mark