Below is a free steamy scene from the full-length novel, Bad Cowboy, Tennessee.
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Max, After Hours:
“How long has your cock been hard?”
We’d been together for months now, but Draven still knew how to shock me. Something tingled down my spine. We were at the Hard Spot, right in the middle of a crowd, and still he said things like that to me.
Maybe I really was as innocent as all my friends told me.
Fuck it, though.
Only made it hotter when Draven caught me off guard.
I looked down at my pants. There was no visible bulge or anything that I could see. I was shirtless, and Draven slid a hand down my back, gently scratching it.
“How do you know I’m hard?” I murmured close to his ear, speaking over the sound of the pop-country music playing.
I could smell the sweet whiskey on him, and I got harder as his body got closer to mine.
“I always know,” he said.
His fingertips hitched into my waistband for a moment, pulling me a little closer toward him. He took one hand and moved it lower on my jeans, briefly gripping my cock through the denim.
“Fuck,” I hissed, glancing around.
Now he was grabbing my dick without a goddamn worry in the world, as the raucous party raged on all around us in the bar.
He acted like he owned me.
And I lapped it up like a damn dog.
“Back out there. Dance for me.”
Draven put his fingertips on my chin, tilting my head backward just a little so that he could press his lips to mine in a rough kiss.
I wasn’t sure when my shirt had come off.
It was somewhere in between when my shift ended, when I chugged a strong-ass whiskey sour, and when four or five different guys from the TNU football team demanded that I get out on the dance floor and “show the cowboy what I was made of.”
The music was loud. My skin was hot.
And my shirt was nowhere to be found.
Draven sat back down on one of the small, round wooden tables that formed a perimeter around the dance floor.
He was wearing his black hat, and he watched every move I made. Tonight had been a big party at the Hard Spot, celebrating me reaching one million followers on my Cocktail Bro page.
It was huge, and a lot of people showed up, just for me.
Kane was even letting the place get wilder than usual. He’d been happy all night, too.
When did I ever get so lucky?
Or so drunk?
I didn’t fuckin’ know.
Now, as I danced to some club song I didn’t know, I could feel Draven’s eyes on me, watching as various men and women circled around me on the dance floor.
Every time someone’s skin bumped up against me, I knew Draven was watching me possessively.
And he liked this, too.
Liked seeing other people surrounding me, when he knew that he was the one who got to bring me home at night.
He was the only one who actually got to touch me.
Fill me up.
Coax the cum out of me, with his tongue or fingers or cock.
I dropped my ass low to the ground as the beat dropped, and the crowd around me cheered. My heart pounded, and when I lifted up and looked at Draven, I could see the fire in his eyes.
“Excuse me,” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see a young guy—maybe a junior at TNU, judging by his green school shirt. “I have to say, you are so fucking hot.”
“Thank you,” I said, trying to accept the compliment graciously.
“I liked your videos, but you’re better in real life,” he said.
There was a time when it would have made me flustered to hear things like that, but these days I just felt secure. I was safe, with Draven around.
“I can make you a cocktail if you’d like,” I told the guy. “I’m a little drunk, but I know my way around this bar.”
The guy glanced over at Draven, who was standing up and making his way over to me like a tiger coming toward prey.
“No need,” the guy said. “I think your man would tear me to shreds.”
Draven came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me up against him and pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.
“Didn’t know you could dance like this,” Draven murmured in my ear.
The stranger winked at us, nodding and walking off toward the bar.
I groaned at the feeling of Draven’s arms draped around my skin. I could feel the front of his body pressed up against the back of mine, and I shoved my ass back against his groin, a teasing suggestion of more. He was hard, too.
“I can feel you,” I said close to his ear.
“You’re mine,” he growled, kissing the side of my neck. “You know that?”
I felt goosebumps on my skin as he dragged his fingertips across the V-shape that led down to my crotch.
“Want you to fuck me right here,” I told him.
“Kane would put both of our heads on spikes.”
“He would.”
Draven’s fingers slid up until he brushed over my nipples, then he moved away from me, putting space between us again.
His eyes were smoldering. “Going to make you wait all night,” he told me.
I let out a whimper, and luckily the music was loud enough to drown out my pathetic sound.
“You look fucking hot dancing,” Draven said, nodding at me. “Do a little more.”
It was good timing, because one of my favorite dance songs had just come on. I leaned into the alcohol in my blood and went back out for more, knowing that everything I did out here was for Draven’s eyes.
Andrew and Robbie came around soon after, pumping their fists in the air around me and cheering me on. Mason and Jessee were at the edge of the dance floor, too, and as I looked all around the bar I knew that this was what I’d been waiting for.
I had it all.
Friendship had always come easily to me, but now I had other things, too.
Excitement.
Enough intrigue for a lifetime.
And a man who looked at me like he would do anything in the world for me—which I’d already seen was real.
When the song ended, my heart was pounding, and I had to catch my breath. I walked back over to Draven, reaching down for his hand to pull him up from his seat.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning in for a kiss. He returned the kiss, soft and slow, the one part of him I thought he’d never share with me.
I belonged to him, yes.
But he was also mine, too.
As his tongue slid across mine I bit down, giving it a little bite.
He moaned into my mouth.
“It’s happening again,” he said afterward. “You’re making me hard in places where I shouldn’t be.”
“Then take mercy on me,” I said. “Your truck?”
His pupils flared. “Done.”
We were outside in the front lot a minute later, after working our way through the crowd. With each step closer to his black truck I felt the anticipation growing inside me.
Fuck, he was going to make me come with just one touch.
I expected him to throw open the front door of the truck but instead I watched as he put down the back of the truck bed and motioned for me to get in.
I lifted my eyebrows. “Here?”
“I’m not asking,” he told me.
Adrenaline flared through me.
I wasn’t going to say no.
In fact, I was harder just from hearing him say it.
I hopped in the truck bed and he followed after me, closing the tailgate in the back. Only about a couple feet of our bodies were out of view from the rest of the parking lot.
Nobody was around now, but people filtered in and out of here all the time.
“God, we are so bad,” I murmured.
I gasped as I felt his palm come down on my bulge. A moment later he was working my pants open, and I glanced all around, confirming again that nobody was out here.
“We’re bad, and it’s really fucking good,” Draven said, dropping lower as he pulled my cock out.
I moaned deeply as he wrapped his mouth around my cock.
Up against the side of the truck bed, it was shrouded from view of a group of people walking down the sidewalk, far off, over on the street.
I forced myself to be quiet for that moment as Draven’s hot, slick mouth slid down the length of my shaft.
“Fuck you,” I whispered.
He just chuckled happily around my cock in response.
So fucking hot.
He wasn’t going to stop for anything.
He worked his tongue along the underside of my dick, trailing it around the head.
“Thought I’d come if you touched me even for a moment,” I muttered. “At least I might make it one or two minutes, instead.”
He took it as a challenge.
One of his hands came to rest on my balls while the other tightened around the base of my cock. I heard the sounds of cars driving down Laurel Ave and focused my eyes on the intermittent red, yellow, and green of the street light nearby.
But when I next glanced down at Draven, I was done for.
He was looking up at me from under his lashes with a desperate hunger in his eyes.
I knew very well what that meant by now.
Come for me, right now.
It ratcheted up my heart rate.
Just as I saw a group of people making their way over toward the Hard Spot parking lot, I knew I didn’t have much time.
And fuck, that only made it better.
“I need to come,” I whispered. “I’m going to—”
The group was approaching but all I could focus on was Draven’s tongue ring lapping along my cock head. I pressed my back up against the metal of the truck bed, breathing deep, feeling my orgasm crest.
I reached down to grip the side of Draven’s head as I came, pumping my load into his mouth.
He swallowed around me, and as he was pulling his head off of my dick, the group of people passed right by us, luckily looking ahead, busy in a conversation instead of noticing us in here at all.
My heart slammed in my chest as I watched him wipe his lips with the back of his hand.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
“God, you like being watched, don’t you?”
I let out a breathless laugh. “I wasn’t being watched, but… yes.”
“One day I need to take you to the kind of party where you really can be watched,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
He looked me over. “What would you say about being in a glass case, naked, with everyone else in the club watching you as I jerk you off and make you come while they look at us?”
My heart lodged somewhere up near my throat. “If I didn’t just come I think I’d come again right now.”
Draven smiled, leaning in to kiss my hair. “Baby Blue, you are perfect,” he murmured.
I pulled in a shaky breath. “And I can’t wait to do everything with you.”
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Raleigh Ruebins 