Free Boots and the Heartbreaker: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 11 by Myla Jackson Page A

little angry, he asked, “How’s that working for you?”
    She snorted. “Not so good.”
    His lips quirked into a smile. “You mean making love in the storeroom wasn’t part of the plan?”
    She shook her head and chuckled, the sound catching at the end. “Hell no.”
    “And kissing me in the Fun House wasn’t furthering your goals.” He turned in his seat and cupped her face in his palm. “And kissing me now would shoot your plans all to hell.”
    “Yes,” she whispered, her gaze slipping to his mouth, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lips. “All to hell. Ah, hell.” She reached out, captured the back of his head and drew him close, claiming his mouth, twisting her tongue around his.
    At that exact moment, the Ferris wheel jerked to a halt, rocking the seat.
    Fancy broke away. “We’re stopped.”
    “Maybe they’re letting someone else off.”
    “Oh.” She smiled and captured his face in her hands. “Where were we? Oh, right. I was making a big mistake.” Again, she kissed him, long and deep, scooting closer on the seat until she was almost draped across his lap.
    Colin’s arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. For once in his life, he was afraid. Afraid if he let go, he’d lose her forever. Eight years fell away and he felt what he’d felt all that time ago. A deep connection that refused to be ignored.
    She ran her hand across his chest, slipping fingers inside his shirt, her soft skin against his making him crazy.
    Colin slipped his hand beneath the tied-off edge of her shirt, running it up her torso to cup a full, luscious breast in his palm. He toyed with the nipple through the lace cup, tapping, flicking and pinching it, fabric and all.
    Fancy caught his hand and pulled it away from her breast and angled downward to the waistband of her shorts.
    With no idea how long they’d be stalled, Colin went with the invitation and slid his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and cupped the triangle of material over her sex.
    Moaning, Fancy covered his hand and pressed it hard against her, curling her fingers around his, urging him to take more. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, allowing him more room to maneuver.
    Heart pounding, adrenaline shooting through him, Colin pushed aside the silky panties, slipped between her folds and stroked the strip of flesh hidden there.
    “Oh my,” she said, her voice catching, her hips rising to him. “Again.”
    He smiled and complied, first dipping his finger in the cream of her pussy and then dragging the moisture up to her clit. Then he laid siege to her, flicking, stroking, swirling and pinching that most sensitive area on her body. He dipped into her again, thrusting one, then two, then three fingers into her drenched channel.
    Her pussy clenched, sucking his fingers deeper. He pumped in and out of her. His fingers wet with her juices, he slipped them back in her folds and took her to the edge.
    She clung to him, her hand covering his, alternating pulling his fingers away and pressing them deeper. Then her hips rocked into him, her back arching against the seat, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
    Colin’s cock, hard as steel, pushed against the placard of his jeans, straining to get out and thrust into her warm wet channel. There just wasn’t a way to manage it on a Ferris wheel and be safe, or he’d have done it.
    Her body rigid, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her pussy creaming around his fingers, Fancy was the most beautiful woman Colin had ever been with. The passion of her release shook her body.
    The Ferris wheel lurched and their seat at the top dropped an inch, stopped and then continued its slow descent, stopping for each car to offload passengers.
    Colin pulled his hands from her shorts and wiped her juices off on the leg of his jeans, satisfied she’d come with such complete abandon.
    Fancy scrambled to button and zip her shorts and retie her shirt before their seat reached the bottom.
    The operator opened the