Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) Read Online Free PDF

above her navel and Twyla gasped when some
of the brown liquor sloshed over onto her stomach. She moaned as it
slid down into her navel. Ryan’s tongue burned to trace that trail,
to sip that fiery liquid from the perfect little indention in her
belly.
    Heather grinned down at her and tossed her
hair over her shoulder, then licked her lips dramatically. Loud
pained groans erupted from the men. The bouncer collected bills
from the eager men in the front row, counted them then gave her a
nod. Excitement buzzed through the crowd like wildfire. Heather
shoved Twyla’s knees apart forcefully, and loud whoops followed.
Twyla’s body tensed and she grabbed the edge of the bar, watching
the glass intently, as Heather slowly lowered her head toward her
stomach.
    Heather’s lips touched down right above the
waistband of her shorts, and Twyla moaned loudly. Her breathing
increased as Heather’s tongue dragged up from the waistband to her
navel, and so did Ryan’s. Twyla turned her head to the side arching
her back, as Heather circled her navel with her tongue. She then
took a dip inside and flicked her tongue, pulling a shiver and mewl
from Twyla. Electricity zipped down his spine right to the end of
his dick. Ryan felt that damned tongue on his body, tasted the rich
liquid on his own tongue. He was so damned hard, his zipper cut
into his flesh. He didn’t want to like this, but dammit he did.
Just like every other man in this bar. Ryan couldn’t help it, he
finally had to adjust himself.
    This was about the sexiest damned display he’d
ever seen in his life. He’d never had two women, but the two
putting on the show on that bar could definitely talk him into it.
This wasn’t Twyla though. He didn’t even think she’d had sex
before. Zack watched her too closely. Unless she’d had it after she
left the rodeo. A lot could’ve happened in two weeks, a lot had
happened, that was obvious. The woman faking an orgasm as Heather
licked the trail up from her belly button to the shot glass was
definitely not a virgin.
    Hell, for all he knew she and Heather could be
messing around. From the looks of it, that was entirely possible.
His cock got painfully hard, and anger shot through him, disgust at
himself, because that thought turned him on. The thought of
watching them suck each other, kiss each other would be the
ultimate fantasy to him. One he never realized he harbored. He
slapped himself mentally though. Every man in this damned bar was
having the same fantasy. Because these two women were creating that
fantasy. Encouraging it. For money. Disgusting. He had to get her
out of here. He needed to get out of here himself and
fast.
    Heather wrapped her full red-painted lips
around the shot glass and tossed back her head, emptying the glass.
She moved to her knees to swipe her arm across her mouth. Applause
almost deafened him, as the bartender smiled and handed her the
fistful of bills. Heather pushed up to her feet then gave Twyla a
wink, as she reached a hand down to help her up.
    Four other skimpily dressed dancers hopped up
onto the bar and converged on them clapping their hands too. A new
song started playing and they formed a chorus line of hot flesh,
almost naked booties and heaving bosoms. The song choice left him
with no doubt that this was about to get worse. Save A Horse
Ride A Cowboy blared through the speakers behind the bar, as
the dancers hopped, their bootheels clicked in tandem on the bar
and they spun showing the crowd a line of world-class
ass.
    Twyla’s ass was one of those asses.
    If Zack was here, Ryan knew he would already
be dead, and Twyla would be over his shoulder being carried out of
here. That is what he needed to do, carry her pretty little ass out
of this bar and shake some sense into her. But getting to her
wasn’t going to be easy. She was flanked by the big bouncer, and
another mean-looking man who was smaller, but no less fierce. He
was surveying the crowd just as intently as the bouncer, while