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.She had the room’s attention and completely on her own terms.They bayed at her feet like a throng of horny hound dogs and it gave her a heady sense of control.She braced her hands against the seat and rolled her hips from side to the side with the music, flipping her hair.Then stood up then and slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt, pausing in between to touch her body, running her hands down her neck and chest, across her thighs, inadvertently turning herself on.Though, she suspected it might be her response to the way Cowboy stared at her, like he wanted to eat her.She turned around, peeking at him over her shoulder.She could feel the crowd on edge, willing her to drop the shirt and then she let slowly it drift to the stage behind her.The sexual tension ramped up in the room.But she only gave a damn what one man thought.She whirled around, arms wrapped around her chest and continued to tease as she wandered to the edge of the stage.She pointed to different men and made a great show of pretending to choose one.Bikers sat up in their chairs, puffed out their chests, eager to play.She only wanted one man.Daisy crooked a finger at Cowboy.She could see the hesitation in his eyes.He froze for a moment and she just knew he wondered if this stunt would somehow blow their cover.It didn’t have to, if he just went along with it.She’d made it seem very random.She meandered back to the chair, turned it to the side, so the men would have a better view.Then pointed to him and at the empty chair again.A couple of men shouted they would be happy to take his place, but she shook her head.Bikers slapped Cowboy on the back, cheering him on and he reluctantly got to his feet and slowly climbed the stairs.His eyes blazed with lust and anger.She could practically feel it rippling off him.He sat down and crossed his arms over his chest.Daisy rocked her hips, before she grabbed his hand, bringing it to the silky ribbon between her breasts.She had tied the ribbon with a very loose knot and when she slowly backed away from him, it came undone in his fingers.Her breasts swung free and the bikers shouted in lustful delight.Cowboy sucked in a breath, eyes fastened on her pebbled nipples.She could see two instincts warring.He wanted to watch her, enjoy the display.Another, darker, possessive instinct demanded he grab her up and shield her from the other men.So much fun to tease him.She nodded to girl handling the music and Big & Rich’s Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) started up.With a shout, she strutted up and down the stage and the bikers sang along with her, all of them knew the words by heart.This was Texas after all, home of the almighty cowboy.She glanced over her shoulder at Cowboy, mouthing the lyrics, and shaking her butt.Something in her wanted to push him to the edge, see him lose control for once.After she whipped up the crowd, she straddled one of his legs, pushed her breasts in his face and rocked in time to the music.He clutched at her hips.She leaned back on his legs, bucking on his lap, pretending she rode him like one of the broncos he’d broken in.Cowboy strained beneath her; the muscles in his arms were taut.She could see his hard cock straining in his jeans.She fucking loved the way the corner of his mouth lifted up into a snarl.He had an animalistic hunger nearly impossible to resist.And then the world fell away…Daisy didn’t hear the roaring bikers around her anymore, or the music for that matter.The only thing in the universe was Cowboy.She lowered herself further and surreptitiously, reached between them, moving the crotch of her panties to one side, just enough to bare her clit.No one could see her exposed pussy from the position, but she knew Cowboy had gotten a little glimpse because he sucked in a breath.“What the fuck are you doin’, Wildcat?” he growled in her ear.He’d called her Wildcat again!“Just getting closer to you.” She sighed, leaning down to press her forehead against his.She braced her hands on his shoulders and arched against his fabric-covered cock, letting the rough denim graze her clit, the seam of his jeans provided just the right amount of friction.Daisy could feel him pulsing beneath her.Cowboy locked eyes on her, watching her strain against him.“I need you,” she whispered.She’d gotten carried away by her own game.The physical distance between them lately was nearly bad as the emotional.She’d wanted to be closer to him, touch him.Just like this.She ground against him, rubbing the seam of his jeans against her sensitive clit, faster and faster, until finally she came, tucking her head into the curve of his shoulder, crying her release in his ear.Chapter FourteenWhat the fuck is wrong with me?A rumble of thunder boomed overhead as Cowboy sat dazed on the bench outside of his room at Hades.He wished it would rain already [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]