Cowboy Trouble (The McCord Brothers 1.5) by Delores Fossen Read Free Book Online

through her, Natalie scowled.
    “You know you want this,” she said.
    “Yeah,” he verified right away. “But what I don’t want is for you to have so many regrets about this that it’ll make you cry. I especially don’t want you to do that when there’s any chance the tequila might be calling the shots here. Because tequila is rarely a good shot-caller.”
    Since her mind was still clouded with lust, it was hard to come up with a logical response to that. “I might cry if I don’t have real sex with you.” It was a bluff, of course, but she was still feeling a little desperate.
    Looking very pained, he took her by the shoulders, moved her away from him and then fixed her clothes. Natalie didn’t want her clothes fixed. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted sex.
    But Rico brushed a very chaste kiss on her mouth and headed in the direction of his bedroom. Natalie was about to follow him, but she soon realized Rico hadn’t exactly issued her an invitation.
    He shut the bedroom door.
    And he locked it.
    * * *
    R ICO TOOK A shower. A cold one. So cold that he felt like a block of ice, but even that might not be enough.
    What the hell had he done?
    Clearly, he hadn’t learned anything from his breakup with Natalie, and he had rocks in his head. Rocks in his nether region, too, since he was still hard even after all that cold water. Despite the hardness, and the ache—man, the ache was bad—he got dressed and forced himself to go back out there and face her. It was time to discuss those divorce papers and sign them so they could both get on with their lives.
    He practiced a little of what he was going to say to her. Then forgot every single word of it when he ran right into her as he came out of his bedroom. Suddenly, she was in his arms again and plastered against his body. Rico would have remedied that if she hadn’t held on.
    “Just listen to me,” she said. But she didn’t say anything. Not right away. Natalie stood there, her arms wrapped around him, their gazes connected. The lower part of her body was connected to his permanent erection, too.
    An erection that she noticed because she glanced down between them.
    That slow, evil ride-’em-cowgirl smile appeared again. “I can fix that.”
    Yes, he was very familiar with Natalie’s means of fixing. But as much as he wanted to take her up on the offer, Rico shook his head. “We need to talk,” he insisted.
    She groaned, the smile vanished, and probably as a way of punishing him, she stepped to the side, the pressure of her body so well-placed that he damn near came. Her smile returned, but she kept it brief, no doubt because she knew he wanted to ring her neck right about now.
    “So, no real ex sex?” she asked.
    Rico hesitated. He shouldn’t have. Because it got her mouth moving as if she were ready to smile again. And reach for his zipper.
    “You know you’ll regret this,” he started. “Because you’ll sign those papers, marry Marcus and be the good girl that your daddy wants.”
    Obviously, he hadn’t practiced that enough. It sounded mean, mean enough to make Natalie look away from him. She mumbled something he didn’t catch and went back to the kitchen for her margarita. That was when he noticed she’d practically finished the entire pint jar.
    Hell.
    She’d had even more than that because the blender was empty, too. Rico doubted that she’d poured it down the sink, which meant she wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while longer.
    “What if I don’t regret it?” she asked.
    Good question. He didn’t have much of a good answer. “Is that the margarita still talking?”
    She shook her head. “I didn’t regret it before I even started it.”
    “But you will.” He grabbed his own margarita and went to the sofa. “Obviously, you’ve got some things to work out.” One of those things immediately popped into his mind. “Earlier at the ranch, you said you just needed for someone to find you attractive again. What the heck was that