Free Boots and Buckles by Myla Jackson

tightly against his, the ridge of his cock pressing hard against the denim of his fly.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.
    After what felt like an eternity, or maybe only a second, he finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “I missed you.”
    “You did, huh?” With a shaky laugh, she leaned back her head and stared up into his eyes. “It’s only been a few hours, and you barely know me.”
    “I feel as if I’ve known you forever.”
    “Oh yeah?” Her gaze fell to where her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “What color are my eyes?”
    “Brown.”
    “Good guess.” Her lips twitched, making Sam want to kiss her again. “What’s my favorite color?”
    He said the first thing that came to his mind, “Blue.”
    Her hand splayed across his chest. “Wrong. What’s my favorite football team?”
    “The Dallas Cowboys.”
    “Nice try, but wrong again.” She looked up at him. “See? We barely know each other. How can you miss me already?”
    “I don’t know. Since I left this morning, I couldn’t wait to see you again.” He gripped her arms. “I want to know you like I’ve known you forever.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “When can I see you outside of the Ugly Stick Saloon?”
    “I don’t know.” She chewed on her bottom lip.
    “When will you know?” he urged, his fingers tightening on her arms.
    She glanced down at her shoes for a moment as if struggling with the answer. Finally, she sighed. “Ask me again tonight at the Ugly Stick.”
    “I’ll be there.” He kissed her again, drawing her close until her breasts flattened against his chest.
    This time, she pushed away. “I have to go.”
    Reluctantly, he let go. “I’ll see you tonight.”
    If he wasn’t mistaken by the way her eyes flared and her cheeks flushed, she’d been excited when she’d first seen him. Though she’d put him off until that night, there was hope.
    Sam tipped his cowboy hat to the back of his head and grinned. Yup, it was gonna be a good day and an even better night.
     
     
    Near noon, Grant ran his fingers through his hair for the hundredth time and stepped out of the trailer. As soon as Sam had left that morning, he’d yanked out his phone and made an appointment with Mona to have his hair cut, giving her his middle name instead of his first name.
    She’d asked if he’d prefer to have a barber do it and gave him the name of the only barber in town.
    He’d declined, insisting on her and a lunch appointment, claiming he had to get back to work. Feeling guilty for lying by omission, he justified it by telling himself she might have turned him down flat had she known it was him, and he wanted a chance to see her no matter what the outcome was.
    “Hey, cowboy, you’re all dressed up for someone competin’ in a few hours.” Tacey strolled by, her jeans neatly pressed, a clean pale blue tank top exposing slim, well-defined arms and a narrow waist. She wore a cowboy hat and her sandy-blonde hair had been twisted into a long thick braid hanging down her back. Her clear blue eyes shone in her clean sun-kissed face.
    Grant’s groin tightened as an image of her plumping her full breasts slipped into his mind. “Hi, Tacey. I don’t have to be in the ring until two. What about you?”
    “I’m clear for the day. I’m not on until tomorrow.” She dug her hands into her back pockets and rocked back on her heels. “Got plans for lunch?”
    “As a matter of fact I do.”
    She nodded. “Really?”
    He glanced away. “Yeah, with her .”
    Tacey reached out and patted his arm. “Well, I hope you get what you want out of lunch. Is this the first time you’ve seen her in a while?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Best thing you can do is not push too hard. A girl likes to be courted, wooed and made to feel special.”
    He smiled at the cowgirl. “Why are you helping me?”
    She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe I like you enough to see you