Free Goodnight Kisses by Wilhelmina Stolen

swiveled around with a giggle and headed towards
the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
    Hopefully one of the other men
would proposition her, and spare him the job of pissing her off
later. After all, she was there to work the crowd of drunken men.
Every one of them knew what kind of woman she was. Cheap and easy
to come by. She was a convenience McCrea hadn’t indulged in a very
long time, and he planned on keeping it that way.
    These days, his sights were set a damned sight
higher.
    Someone dropped a few quarters into
the old jukebox in the back and a slow country tune started.
Jess took Eleanor’s hand and eased her into his arms. With one hand
on her lower back, and the other around her waist,
they moved around the dance floor, with perfectly synced
steps.
    Again, jealousy tightened in his stomach.
    What the hell is he doing?
    Jess spun her around and ended the
dance with a quick kiss on her cheek. Eleanor laughed and
stepped away to answer her cell phone again. She bent her head and
pressed a finger against her ear to drown out the noise. The one
troublesome strand of hair that always seemed to be in her way, fell again. She tucked it behind her ear, skimmed the crowd and smiled when their eyes met.
    He wanted a woman who reeked of innocence and
virginity. A woman who was sweet and untouched. The girl next door
everyone loved and every man dreamed of marrying. He wanted
Eleanor, and for more than a night.
    Jess, who was sitting three seats down from him
tipped his beer as a reminder. If you care for her, let the land
go.
    Could he do that? Would he do that?
     
    “Here,” Vanessa tossed his wallet
onto the bar in front of him. “I found this on the floor. You must
have lost it in the fight.”
    Vanessa with his wallet? Not good. He opened it,
counted his money and credit cards and was surprised it was all
there. She clearly expected his gratitude, but he knew better than
to offer it. So he shoved it into his pocket and went back to
watching Eleanor.
    After the call ended , she headed
in his direction.
    Christ. Here she comes.
    She maneuvered her way through the
drunken men and over to the bar where he sat. The slinky motion of
her hips as she crossed the room made the men teeter backward in their seats to get a glance at her ass.
    “Our waitress is here. ”
Vanessa said loud enough for Eleanor to hear and went back to
hugging his arm. “Bring us a beer, Mackenna.”
    Eleanor tilted her head to the side and produced an
unexpected sexy-as-hell smile. “McCrea, sugar,” she practically
purred out his name, “if I’d known you were this hard up for a
date, I would have said “yes” when you asked me.”
    “You little bitch!” Vanessa’s voice trembled under
the strain of competition. Her fiery red hair didn’t match her
temper, but she was always willing to put on a good show. Vanessa
loved attention, even the kind that landed others in trouble.
    “Shut up,” he ordered.
    “She started it ─.”
    “I came here to get
drunk ─.”
    “And fight,” Vanessa finished.
    “Not listen to you whine,” he passed a warning
glance in her direction that made her glossy lips flatten. “Go
home.”
    “But I thought ─”
    “You thought wrong.”
    “Fine,” Vanessa grabbed her purse, flung it over her
shoulder and stomped off towards the back.
    “Now you’ve done it.” Eleanor’s
grin widened, and a low, husky, laugh worked its way up her slim
throat. The sound seemed to vibrate down his body.
    Does she know what that laugh does to me?
    “Sugar?” he questioned.
    She bit her bottom lip as she smiled. The sight of
her white teeth raking across the soft flesh gave him another
lustful jolt of pleasure while the sexy grin that curved her lips
made his dick twitch with the thought of pursuit. She hiked a hip
onto the bar stool and twisted around in her seat to watch the
door. “I thought it was a nice touch.” Whether it was intentional
or not, the movement thrust her breast upward and her erect