Free Cowboys-Dont-Dance by Missy Lyons Page A

Jesse's child. Jesse wasn’t going to marry her.
    He was going to marry Lydia.
    Angela realized she was the one who hadn't asked for anything more than sex, and sex was what she'd gotten. Great sex. But, just sex none the less.
    Too bad the sex had messed up her heart. Now she wanted more—she wanted everything. Jesse. Jesse, heart and soul, body and mind—she wanted it all. She'd never get what she wanted because he would never give it.
    Admit it girl, you're in it for the fun. Might as well enjoy the little time left. Soon Jesse would be getting married.
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    Bad enough she was sleeping with an engaged man, but she drew the line at married men. Jesse would have to find his diversion somewhere else.
    The thought of him with another woman broke her heart. Nothing would be the same once she said goodbye to Jesse.
    She swallowed hard and tramped down her emotion. Time to get to the task at hand. The kids were getting restless. Dancing would take her mind off her love life and the mess she’d made of everything.
    Angela turned on the portable boom box and tuned it to a local station. Shania Twain’s voice filled the air with the words to one of Angela's favorite songs, “Man, I feel Like a Woman.” The song had a few slow places, but the tempo would work for beginners.
    “I thought I would teach some square dancing, but line dancing can be just as fun. Let’s start with the Cowboy Boogie.” Angela demonstrated the dance, calling out the moves as she made them. She raised her boots high even though no one could hear the beat of her stomping feet in the grass, “Step to your right three times, cross over at your ankles, then come back. Clap your hands, walk forward three steps and then back. Simple right? Can you all do it with me next time?”
    “Step to your right…” She led the class through a familiar routine, trying not to look at Jesse. She didn’t want to think about him or what he'd done to her heart and mind. She hadn’t stopped thinking of him since the first time they made love in her dance studio. Every day was filled with forbidden temptations and daydreams. The thoughts came at the strangest times and weren’t helping her teach her dance classes.
    All she wanted to do was pull him into her arms and take him into her body. Ah, the dance of love. It was so easy to picture them together in a room full of scented candles, a large bed and low music, dancing, touching, rubbing against other until they were wild and wet, and then they would fall on her bed and make passionate love through the night.

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    “I have something I’d like to show you.” Jesse finally managed to get Angela alone, tucking her arm under his and walked her to the barn, away from the party.
    “Oh?” Angela pretended indifference, but her body betrayed her.
    Her belly tightened and her vaginal walls cramped. Could he possibly be taking her to a hidden corner to fuck her brains out? Lord, she hoped so. Being near him in the field had her on the edge of losing it.
    She wanted him desperately. She couldn’t get enough of him. Her body ached to be filled by him. Her nipples swelled and tingled at the mere thought of him. She’d gotten some pretty searching stares from men when she came walked down the street. In hopes of discouraging any unwanted attention, she’d taken to wearing a large, colorful shirt over her tee shirt and jeans and yet the men eyed her up and down with a gleam in their eyes. They couldn't possibly know she was suffering from being in a constant state of arousal.
    The huge, weathered barn loomed above them looking the same as it had since they played there as children. The three of them, Angela, Beau, and Jesse, had spent many happy hours