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

gate and let them off, winking at Colin as he passed.
    If he thought the site of the dildo had him horny, watching Fancy come at the top of the Ferris wheel had Colin so wound up he wasn’t sure he could make it back to his truck without hurting himself.
    He prayed that wasn’t the end of the evening with Fancy.
    Fancy staggered down the stairs from the Ferris wheel, her knees shaking, her entire world spinning. Not from the ride, but from what happened at the top.
    “Where are my uncle and your mother? We should find them,” she said half-heartedly, surprised she could sound so calm when electrical currents rippled around her insides, the residual effect of a giant orgasm in a public place.
    “I don’t know.” Colin stopped in the middle of main walkway and carefully adjusted his jeans, without being too obvious about it.
    A smile curled Fancy’s lips at the size of the bulge beneath his zipper. He had to be in physical pain, the denim stretched tight over his package.
    Her breathing grew more ragged. “I think they left. You might as well take me home.”
    “Good.” He grabbed her hand and walked somewhat bowlegged toward the exit, steady but gingerly.
    Once in the cab of the truck, Fancy chewed on her lower lip. Her plan was falling apart around her. After the incredible release, she rode a post-coital high, her body flushed with residual heat, her insides humming with continued desire.
    When Colin pulled into her driveway, she waited for him to come around to open her door for her, knowing he would wrap his hands around her waist to help her out.
    When he did, she slid down his front, the hard ridge of his erection searing a path across her sex and belly until her feet touched the ground. She entwined her arms around his neck and gave in to the longing. “Wanna finish what you started?”
    He closed his eyes and drew in a long, steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I thought you’d never ask.” Then he swung her up in his arms and strode for her front door.
    Fancy dug in her purse for her key, slid it in the lock and turned. The door opened. “You can put me down now.”
    “Uh-uh.” Colin didn’t set her on her feet until he’d carried her across the threshold and kicked the door closed behind them. He lowered her legs, holding her body close to him, and then bent to capture her lips with his in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
    Fancy leaned into him, her fingers bunching his shirt, her insides heating again, ready to take him as soon as they both were naked.
    When he let her up for air, she laughed shakily. “I could have walked in on my own feet.”
    “I liked my way better.”
    “Were you afraid I’d get away?”
    He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Yes.”
    She slipped her hands behind his neck and dragged his mouth down to hers. “That wasn’t even a possibility after that incredible Ferris wheel ride.” Fancy took the lead on the kiss this time, tracing the seam of his lips until he opened to her. She toyed with his tongue and ended the kiss by capturing his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently.
    Moving down his neck, she kissed a path to the top button of his shirt. One by one she flicked the buttons loose with her fingers until she reached his belt buckle. She pulled the shirt out of his jeans and finished the job.
    “Woman…” Colin growled and brushed aside her hands.
    “What?”
    “You take too long.” He yanked the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the corner.
    “Don’t believe much in foreplay?” She untied her shirt, taking her sweet time.
    “What are you talking about? This whole evening has been nothing but foreplay from the moment I sat on your couch earlier to now.”
    “You’re a little fixated on BOB, aren’t you?” She eased the buttons loose on her shirt until the last one.
    “Seriously?” He reached out and pushed the last one through. “You called me a heartbreaker. But you’re a tease.”
    “Getting to you?” Fancy