Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Read Free Book Online

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    Across from her, a guttural cry escaped his lips as he came. White jets burst forth as he jerked his hand along his shaft one final time and then was still.

Chapter Four
    In the silence of the stable, his breathing was very loud. His longish golden hair fell forward and obscured his expression, but she could see that he was not smiling. Kayla slumped against her corner and tried to regulate her own exhalation. Straightening her clothing she watched as he cleaned up using a small hand towel that was hanging next to the sink, and then tucked himself back into his jeans.
    Unexpectedly, she felt something warm brush the back of her neck. Startled, she squealed as she realized Kingmaker was trying to sniff her through the gap in the wood between the stalls. She covered her mouth, but it was too late. He'd heard her. Her cowboy was striding towards her hiding spot and he didn't look happy at all.
    He slid the stall's iron gate open a few feet and stood there with his hands on his hips. His expression was grim. He let his eyes travel over every inch of her, from the red boots to the blonde wig. A smart-ass grin cracked his stony face and he crossed his arms over his finely-sculpted chest. "Well, Kingmaker, buddy. What do we have here? A fox in the henhouse? Did you enjoy the show, little fox?" He asked, raising one arrogant eyebrow at her.
    Fox? Was he referring to her being a red-head? How would he know that? Did Miss Bright supply him with a picture for reference? Or maybe he just liked the out-of-date term for an attractive woman. Oddly, she kind of liked it too. It was certainly better than 'baby,'   or worse yet, 'babe.' Calling her that would be a deal-breaker, so she supposed 'fox' was preferable, if a little weird.
    But she really was not crazy about the blatant way he was checking her out. She was pretty sure she hadn't paid to be treated like a piece of meat. Or maybe she had. Either way, this particular cowboy needed to be put in his place. Hot bod or not, he was too cocky by far. Literally.  
    "Not really," she said with a haughty sniff and a glare. "It was a very short performance." She knew she was supposed to be playing along, but it wasn't in her nature to allow anyone to treat her disrespectfully. If he was going to dominate her, he was going to have to work for it. At least a little.
    She took an ungraceful step off the bale of hay, and attempted to walk around him. With her most disdainful look, she angled her body away from him as she brushed past. She was completely shocked when he had the temerity to grab her around the waist as she passed and brought her back flush against his front so tightly that she could feel every bulge and muscle. And there were a lot of them. Especially when he bent forward and curled his body around hers.
    His breath was warm and incredibly erotic against her neck as he whispered, "So, you were disappointed then? Maybe I should check to see if you're lying right now. I bet I'd find your panties as moist as a rain forest." He reached down with the hand that wasn't wrapped around her waist, trailed it under her skirt and along one bare inner thigh.
    "Let me go," Kayla cried, pretending to struggle, but not very hard. She really didn't want to get away from him at all. He smelled like warm, clean man, leather and sex. An intoxicating mixture that made her want to turn around and lick his neck to see if he tasted as incredible as his scent suggested.  
    Even if she wanted to, she didn't think she could get away from that steely arm. She felt completely at his mercy, and was surprised to find that she was aroused by the sensation of losing control. But she didn't want him to know that just yet.
    Reaching down, she gripped his wandering hand tightly before he discovered exactly how much she had enjoyed watching him.  
    He turned his hand around in her grasp and threaded his fingers between hers, holding her hand like a boyfriend, rather than a hired stud. The gesture was