Kiss Me, Cowboy

By Sandy Sullivan

When Candace Alexander arrives in Bandera Texas, she’s there to visit an old friend, not find a boyfriend, but the moment she sets eyes on Joshua Young, she decides she wants to experience everything cowboy including anything and everything he can provide.

Joshua Young likes the looks of Candace the moment she spills beer down the back of his shirt. Red hair and bright green eyes drag him in and hang on tight. He can’t seem to get her out of his mind and when she askes him to help her experience everything to do with the cowboy lifestyle, he’s definitely intrigued.

Will life in Los Angeles drag her back to the real world before she’s ready or will the fascinating cowboy keep her tied up for a good, long while?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandy Sullivan
• Release date: Nov 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781944122058

Sandy Sullivan

Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. Country music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes. She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots. Sandy’s website www.romancestorytime.com

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KISS ME, COWBOY

Cowboy Dreamin’ 6

Sandy Sullivan

Erotic Romance

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Copyright © 2015 Sandy Sullivan

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Erotic Romance

Kiss Me, Cowboy

Copyright © 2015 Sandy Sullivan

E-book ISBN: 978-1-944122-05-8

First E-book Publication: October 2014

Second E-book Publication: September 2015

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Dedication

This is dedicated to Maranda.

Thank you for all you do for me as my personal assistant. I don’t know what I would do without you. Jackson is next!

Kiss Me, Cowboy

Sandy Sullivan

Chapter One

Joshua Young brought the bottle of beer to his lips, to wash away the grime from a day in the saddle on his family ranch. Damn, I’m beat. A couple of his friends played pool in the corner as he watched with disinterest. He didn’t care much for getting rambunctious tonight. The feeling of restlessness had him in its grip without showing signs of letting up. Maybe a raunchy night of sex would take care of his problem.

He glanced around the bar. A couple of his brothers sat with their girls in a corner booth. It was the first time his triplet, Joel, had been able to get Mesa out of the house since the birth of their little girl a few months before. He was happy for the brothers who’d hooked up with a woman recently. He actually felt it might be time for him to settle down. Jeff had his girl Terri, Joel had Mesa, Jeremiah had a special girl named Callinda, Jacob had Paige and now his other triplet Jason had hooked up with Peyton, one of the bartenders at The Dusty Boot. All of his brothers seemed to be pairing off…Okay, well not all of them. Jackson didn’t have a steady girl, neither did Joey or Jonathan, but he started to think he’d be the last to find a woman of his own. He wasn’t necessarily looking, but if he found her, then so be it. His plans were at the forefront of his thoughts.

Little did his family know, but he had a plan to make a lot of money to start his own business. He knew his parents would help him if he asked, but he wanted to do this on his own. Of course, he’d never been anything but a cowboy which meant it had to be something along those lines. His specialty was working with leather. With that, he planned to start his own saddlery.

He grabbed his beer and headed for the bar, tipping the bottle to his lips to empty the last dregs of the brew. Another one sounded good tonight, even though he didn’t usually drink a ton. Tomorrow came early, so he should probably limit it to two.

Just as he reached the bar, someone bumped into him, dumping cold liquid down his back. Shit! He spun around to see who spilled beer, probably, on him and found a woman, who barely reached his shoulder. She had the prettiest green eyes he’d ever seen. They seemed almost a little sad, or maybe lonely would be a better word, before shock at what she’d done had registered.

Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Someone bumped into me. Are you all right?

I’m fine. A little beer never hurt anyone.

It’s really crowded in here.

Yeah, this is a typical Friday night at The Dusty Boot though. Intrigued, he tilted his head to the side to get a better look at her. You new here?

Sort of. She pressed her lips together, drawing his gaze to the peach colored gloss on the pouty surfaces. I’m really sorry, she shouted as the band started playing again.

What?

She leaned in close enough to be heard, bringing the scent of something fresh to his nose. I said I’m really sorry for the beer down your shirt.

Oh. It’s okay. I needed a beer bath tonight.

She laughed, a little giggling sound, as she pressed her fingertips to her lips.

I’m Joshua.

I’m Candace.

She held out her hand for him. When he grasped it in his, her hold was firm and strong, not like most women he knew with a wimpy handshake. A tingle shot up his arm to warm something in his chest. Nice name.

Thank you. Yours too.

You don’t live around here.

No. Actually, I live in California. I’m here visiting a friend who lives here.

Welcome to Texas.

She smiled, showing off straight, white teeth and a small dimple in her left cheek. Thank you.

Can I buy you another beer? he asked, stuffing his hand in his front right pocket to pull out some money.

Um, sure.

He turned around to signal for Peyton to bring him two more beers as the little lady stepped up beside him to let someone pass behind her. If you want something else, let me know.

No, beer is fine. I usually don’t drink much, but I’m here on vacation, so I want to experience everything Texas has to offer.

Everything, huh?

Her gaze slid down his frame from the top of his black Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots. Yep.

It just might be his lucky night after all if this pretty little thing wanted to experience his kind of Texas rodeo.

Six bucks, Joshua, Peyton said over the twang of the guitar on stage. One eyebrow shot up when he handed one to Candace. New friend?

Yeah, sort of.

I’m Peyton. She held out her hand across the bar to Candace. I’m his sister-in-law.

Nice to meet you. Candace.

You’re new here.

Candace laughed. Is it that obvious?

You don’t have the Texas twang to your speech, plus I know just about everyone who comes in here regularly. You I haven’t seen before.

I’m visiting a friend.

Nice. Peyton tapped the bar with her knuckle. Welcome. Holler if you want another one.

Peyton moved off down the bar to help other patrons while Joshua turned left to face Candace. You can have the stool if you like.

Thanks. She glanced down at her feet, showing him the tips of typical cowboy boots. My feet are killing me in these.

He laughed as she shrugged and slid her cute little bottom up on the stool with an audible sigh. Better?

Oh, much.

With one elbow on the bar, he leaned a little closer to inhale the scent clinging to her hair. But she was a sweet thing. He told himself it was because he wanted to hear her, but in reality, he loved the way she smelled. Where in California do you live?

Do you know California at all?

Just the major towns like Los Angeles, San Francisco, you know.

I live on the outskirts of Los Angeles in a small town called Anaheim.

Isn’t Disneyland there?

Her lips tilted up at the corners. Yes.

Who are you visiting here? I probably know them.

Arnold Beesman.

Joshua frowned. He knew Arnold from school, tough guy who turned into a pretty mean S.O.B. if he knew right. At least, that’s what the rumor was. The guy had been married once, and supposedly, he beat his wife. Yeah, I know him.

He was married to my sister.

Your sister is Mary?

Yeah. Did you know her?

Not personally, but I’d seen her around town a time or two. She seemed like a nice girl.

She was.

What happened to her? I thought they divorced.

They did. She moved home and died six months later.

How did she die if you don’t mind me askin’?

She committed suicide.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad stuff.

No, it’s okay. She didn’t want the divorce. Neither of them did. She thought he’d been cheating on her and left. She found out, after she moved home, all about his infidelity when the woman he’d apparently been with called to laugh at her because she’d broken up their marriage. Mary loved him something fierce, and he loved her.

So why didn’t they get back together if they didn’t want the divorce in the first place?

By then, he’d married the bitch who broke them up because she said she was pregnant when she wasn’t.

I’m sorry.

Thanks.

Would you like to dance?

And lose my prime seat? She laughed as she hopped down. I’d love to.

She put her beer next to his on the bar top while he tapped the guy next to him. Save our seat, would you?

Sure, Joshua.

Someone you know? she asked as he led her to the dance floor with her hand in his.

I don’t think there’s anyone in here I don’t know, grew up with, or hung out with on Saturday nights at the ranch.

You own a ranch?

He swung around to face her. The look in her eyes gave him pause, catching his breath in his throat when he reached for her. Her long red hair hung around her shoulders like a cloud. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds he’d seen once in a jewelry store window. She had a white blouse on, tied under her breasts, leaving her flat abdomen showing as her little denim skirt rode low on her hips. The blush on her cheeks gave her a rosy glow. He couldn’t believe his luck in finding such a rose in amongst a bunch of daisies. Not that the women of Bandera were bad looking. He’d been with several over the years, but Candace definitely stood out. He’d have to keep her close to his side if he wanted to see where the night might lead.

I don’t personally. My family has a cattle ranch slash guest ranch on the outskirts of town, he replied when they reached an empty spot on the hardwood. Did you come with Arnold? He slipped his hand onto her waist and took her left hand in his right as they started swaying to the music.

Yeah. He’s shooting pool with some guys near the back.

You aren’t into watching guys play pool?

Not really. I was enjoying the music when I dumped the beer down your back.

Do you know how to two-step?

No.

Follow me. Slide, shuffle, slide, slide. It’s easy. She looked down at her feet as she tried to follow his steps. Relax. I don’t bite…hard.

Her head snapped up as she grinned. Do you like sex?

He stumbled with his steps.

Gotcha.

He liked her. She had spunk and seemed a little crazy to boot. I sure do. How about you?

Love it. Something about a man going down on me just revs my engine.

Does it now?

Yep. One eyebrow shot up over her left eye. Do you like going down on a woman?

I can’t believe we are havin’ this conversation.

Shy?

No, but I’m not used to a woman being quite so bold about her sex life.

Leaning in, she tipped her head back to look up into his face. I like bold men.

How long you here for? A man could drown in her eyes if he let himself. Her mouth would reach his should he so chose to bring their lips together.

A month. She ran her tongue up under his chin until he gave into the temptation and brought his down so their mouths hovered bare inches apart. Why?

I can see us havin’ one hell of a good time while you’re here. What do you say?

She shook her hand free of his, sliding both up his chest to wrap around his neck. Oh, I’d like that.

Her tangy breath whispered over his lips, bringing the thought of them wrapped around his cock tight enough to make him explode. A bit wild, aren’t you?

I’m here to have a good time, and by all that’s holy, I’m going to have one. She glanced up at him through her lashes. Now, it can be with you, cowboy, or someone else in this bar.

He felt sweat bead up on his upper lip. This girl was hotter than a branding iron ready to burn through cowhide, but he was ready to jump into this fire with both balls dangling over the hot poker. Babe, I’m all ready for a wild ride with you.

Good. We’re on the same page then.

When?

Let’s dance a bit first. I’ll let you know when. She pushed herself up against his chest as he settled his hands on her hips.

When her hips swayed from side to side, he about came in his pants. She kept rubbing herself against his now straining cock. If they walked off the dance floor, everyone would see how fucking horny he was.

A little horny, cowboy?

A lot horny, babe. You’ve got me wound tighter than the springs on my truck. He rubbed his lips against her neck. If we don’t leave soon, I’m going to lose it right here on the dance floor.

Ah, poor baby.

Joshua felt his arm almost ripped from the socket as Arnold shoved him back. What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Stop it, Arnold.

You keep your pretty little ass away from him.

I can dance with whomever I want to. You aren’t my father.

No, but I’m as close to a brother you’ve got here, Candace. These boys aren’t your type.

She backed up and threw up her hands in disgust. What’s my type? You don’t even know. I’m here visiting. It doesn’t mean you can tell me who I can or cannot fuck.

You ain’t fuckin’ nobody. I promised your sister to take care of you if you ever came out here and by damn, I plan to. Arnold moved toward her. Candy, honey, getting hooked up with one of the Young boys is a bad idea all the way around.

Look, Arnold. I’m not trying to just get in her pants. I’d like to get to know her, Joshua said, glancing around at the group beginning to form around them. He didn’t like scenes, but this was turning into one fast. He needed to defuse the situation or he would be cock-blocked before the end of the evening. He could just feel the whole thing slipping out of his fingers.

Candace jammed her hands on her hips. I want your cock, cowboy, not your heart.

A few people behind her snickered. It wasn’t like the Young brothers