Texas-Sized Trouble (Wrangler's Creek #4)

Pulse throbbing was a good sign, but it didn’t deter him from the dance. Such that it was. Lily Rose had given up teaching him after only an hour because she said her feet couldn’t take any more bruises, but Lawson thought maybe he’d learned enough to make this less painful while fulfilling Eve’s high school wish.

She moved against him, swaying to the couple of steps he managed to make. “Thank you for this,” she whispered against his mouth. She moved into another kiss, too, but when her body bumped against his, she pulled back and looked up at him. “Did this cape really have that effect on you?”

His eyes crossed when Eve slid her hand over the front of his jeans.

“Not the cape,” he assured her. “You.”

But yeah, the cape had helped a little. It was more like an involuntary reflex that hurled him back to his teenage years when it wasn’t so easy to control getting a hard-on.

Lawson tried not to let his physical condition affect his plan. He still wanted to give Eve what was in the envelope, but the next kiss she gave him killed not only the plan but probably some brain cells, as well. Along with shooting the heck out of most of his common sense.

“I brought a condom,” Eve said, and she reached behind her and shut the door.

There went the rest of common sense, and it started a kissing battle that he figured they would both win. Though they might have a bruise or two. That’s because Eve dragged him to the floor in the same motion that she was attempting to get him unzipped. It wasn’t pretty. Plus, she was tackling the lesser of the two problems since she had on a heck of a lot more clothes than he did.

Lawson slid his hand beneath the cape, under his shirt and then to the back of the dress. There were laces, all tied up tight, and even with some fumbling, he couldn’t find a way to start loosening them.

“Hold on,” Eve said. “It took two people to get me into this, and you’ll need some help.”

She twisted the dress around, and the fabric and the pink thing beneath it both shifted so that he got a peek of her right breast. He couldn’t resist that, so he gave her a nipple kiss. Then used his tongue.

“Leave the dress on.” Her voice was breathy now, and she’d fisted her hand in his hair.

Good idea. It was much easier just to lift the layers though not nearly as much fun as stripping her naked. Once they’d burned through this first condom and sated some of the heat, maybe then he could get her out of the dress for a much slower second round.

Round one got much better when he finally got her dress shoved up and discovered she had gone commando.

“The panty line would have shown under the tight dress,” she muttered.

Then hooray for avoiding panty lines. It gave him easy access to touch her. Kiss her and fool around with his tongue until she grabbed him by the hair again. She fumbled through her purse, came up with not one condom but three.

Lawson really liked her way of thinking. He’d done some thinking, too, since he’d brought four with him.

For now though, he put a dent in their combined stash by putting on one of them so he could experience firsthand what it was like to have sex with a superhero. It didn’t hold a candle to having sex with Eve, but since she was one and the same, it was like getting two desserts.

He pushed into her and watched that dreamy look of pleasure glide right over Eve’s face. But she was also watching him, and she turned, flipping him onto his back so she could ride him hard.

That was like getting six desserts.

She planted her hands on his chest and shoved herself over his erection. She got the speed right. The rhythm. Everything.

With each thrust, the cape moved, sort of like it was billowing back, and it made her look like a fierce warrior who’d just stepped away from the battle. Her rain-smudged makeup and askew clothes only added to that, and Lawson took a moment to admire the whole package.

But only a moment.

Because that hard ride was doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing. It was slinging him right toward a climax. Which he had no trouble having. Thanks to Eve. She had her own climax, too. She pushed against him one last time, groaned a delicious sound of pleasure and collapsed against him.

*

EVE STAYED ON the floor of the dressing room while Lawson went in search of a bathroom. She stretched out on the floor—as much as the dress would allow her to stretch, that is. The corset laces were still hanging on for dear life.

Her body felt great despite the fact that her hair was wet and part of her boob was poking out of the dress from where she’d twisted it around. She did fix that and cocooned herself in the cape, waiting for Lawson to return.

And then he’d want to talk.

She knew it was coming, and while it probably wasn’t the main reason for this past-fulfilling dance date, it had to be part of it. After all, she’d put the “I love you” out there. Now she had to decide if she wanted to take it back. Or if she wanted to put her heart on the line and hope that it didn’t get crushed.

Eve turned on her side, searching for a more comfortable spot, when her head landed on something wet. His jacket. She picked it up, intending to put it aside, but something fell out.

A folded manila envelope. It was open, and she had no trouble seeing the two small gift boxes inside. At least she didn’t have trouble seeing them when they spilled out in her hand.

And that’s how Lawson found her when he came back in the dressing room.

Since she still had his shirt, he was wearing the black cape, and his bare chest distracted her for a moment, but Eve sat up and quickly shoved the boxes back in the envelope. “You brought me gifts? I didn’t bring you anything.”

Lawson smiled in that lazy but hot way that only he and a Greek god could have managed, and he sat down on the floor beside her. “You brought me a condom.”

“Three of them,” she reminded him, and with the way he was looking, they might need them all.

He kissed her and flashed that dreamy smile again. “I got those gifts for you eighteen years ago. I was going to give them to you at the Sadie Hawkins dance.”

So, she hadn’t been the only one who’d made big plans for that night. Plans for this night, too, since he’d brought them with him.

“I thought you would run for the hills when I told you I loved you,” Eve said.

“I’m a super villain,” he joked. “The l-word doesn’t scare me.” He paused, kissed her until she was breathless and then asked, “Is it true? Do you love me?”

Of course, he’d asked her that after rendering her incapable of human speech, so Eve had to take a couple of moments. “Yes. You were my first love, and you still are.”

Maybe the realization would finally hit him, and she would see the panic she was expecting, but instead he looked at her. “Kellan called me,” he said.

Her jaw automatically tightened. “Me, too. He’s worm shit, and I’m not even going to spell it.”

Lawson smiled. Then it faded. “He wanted to pass this whole dad thing over to me.”

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