Ride Me Cowboy #2 (The Cowboy Romance Series - Book #2) by Alycia Taylor Page A

so damned funny? You think it’s funny that
I can’t remember what you did to me last night?”
    One side of his mouth quirked as he
said, “What I did to you, huh? Well, I guess I
wouldn’t think that was too funny. That actually doesn’t say much for my
skills.”
    I’m naked and panicking and he wants to talk about
his skills? Typical man. “Oh shut up. Where’s my bra?”
He looked around and then reached behind him and plucked it off a hay bale. He
tossed it to me, and I had to drop my blouse to catch it. He didn’t even
pretend not to stare at my chest. What a pervert! “Do you mind?”
      “Not at all,”
he said with a grin.
    “Oh my God! You’re like a teenager!” I turned my back to him and got dressed. I’m sure he
was staring at my ass, but somehow it seemed less intrusive than my boobs. I
finished dressing and turned back around. He was still lounging in the nude
like maybe we were in a resort hotel and this was all non-incestuous, instead
of in a stinky old barn…doing taboo things. “Why are you still naked?”
    “Just waking up…”
    I picked up his discarded jeans, boxers, and shirt
and threw them at him. “You’re awake! Get dressed and take me home.”
    He didn’t say anything, he just did as I asked…or ordered,
I guess. A wave of nausea hit me all of a sudden, and I went over in the
corner, thinking I was going to be sick. I stood there with my head down, staring
at a pile of…God I didn’t even know what that was…until the wave passed. Then I
suddenly felt a warm hand on my back. “Are you okay?” Mark’s voice sounded so
concerned and so sincere that I almost decided not to be mad at him – almost. I
resisted the urge to lean back into the touch. Instead, I pulled away from him.
    “I’m fine. I want to go home,” I said and felt tears
brimming in my eyes. I do want to go home. I want to go to my home! I want to
go back to the city where there are no stinky barns and no hot stepbrothers. He
at least didn’t look amused any longer. I think the gravity of what we had done
was setting in.

 
    CHAPTER
TWO
    MARK
    Lexi was pissed. She was cute when she was mad. I
had a hard time keeping a straight face when she was throwing clothes and
snapping orders at me. It’s always funny to me when a tiny little woman gets
all spunky like that, but never laugh at one while
they’re in the midst of chewing your ass – that’s a mistake that a man might
not live to regret. I did as I was told and put on my clothes. I’m pretty damn
sure we had some amazing sex last night. I have one of those headaches that just
sit on top of my head, causing everything to be all mushed and foggy – I’m sure
that’s from the beer. But everything else feels damned good…and that’s probably
not so good.
    “I’m ready.”
    “Good, let’s go,” she barked at me. I hid a smile
again behind her back, and I followed her out into the bright light. The sun
was hot already and so bright that the top of my head headache wanted to
explode. My eyes were burning, too – definitely from over-indulging last night.
The bar wasn’t open yet and my pick-up was the only one out front. I tried to
open Lexi’s door for her, but she snapped at me again, “I can do it!” With a
twitch of my lips I stepped back. For that, I got a glare. Damn, she’s pretty.
We got in, and I fired up the old pick-up and then sat there while I waited for
her to warm up. “What are we doing?”
    “Warming up the truck,” I told her.
    “It’s not cold.”
    “The engine is cold. The truck is twenty-two years
old. She needs a little warm-up time.”
    She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. This was
the city attitude I was expecting when she first got here. I’m not sure what it
is that she’s pissed at me about, though.
    “Lexi?”
    “What?”
    “Are you mad at me?”
    “Of course! I can’t believe you let that happen!”
    I had to raise an eyebrow on that one. She wasn’t
doing any resisting and if my foggy brain