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Stella had been busying herself with the cowboy she met at Rebels.
Alex was working more hours so that left Corbin alone a lot. She did enjoy the
quiet but was really tired of her and her brain working overtime. She opened
the door to the apartment and made her way to the kitchen. She put her beer in
the fridge, grabbed one and popped the top. She gulped down a hefty amount of
the liquor then let out a burp.
    “Excuse you,” Ryder said from the bathroom. She jumped, not
expecting anyone to be home. He opened the bathroom door still wet from the
shower, sporting a shorter haircut. He flipped his hair around. “What do you
think?”
    “Huh?” She was too busy taking in his body.
    “My hair,” he pointed to his head. He gave her a crooked
smile.
    “Oh yeah, looks good.” She gulped down some more beer. She
tried to keep her eyes on his hair but they disobeyed her. He walked back into
the bathroom.
    “Are you going to Rebels tonight?”
    “Maybe.” She picked at the beer label. “Are you?”
    “I need a night out. I thought you liked Filthy Wilma?”
    “I do.” Corbin thought of Mason Andrews, the lead singer of
Filthy Wilma. He was tall and muscular and had dark hair that was always wildly
messed up. If you looked up the definition of bad boy in the dictionary, his
picture would be there. Well, until now, Ryder just may have beat Mason for
that title. She smiled to herself.
    “So then go.” He walked out wearing jeans and no shirt. “I
will buy you a…what was it?”
    “A Nerd,” Corbin smirked.
    “Yeah.” He snapped his fingers. He opened the fridge and
pulled out a bottle of her beer. “Is it ok if I drink one of these?” He cocked
his head sideways.
    “Sure, if you get me another.” Corbin finished off her
bottle. He handed her another then slid up on the counter. They shared a moment
of awkward silence. Corbin considered leaving the room until he spoke up again.
“This stuff is pretty good,” he said after taking a sip. Corbin nodded and then
leaned against the doorway. He slid off the counter and walked to her. Corbin
froze. His scent enveloped her senses.
    “You smell like fruit roll ups,” Corbin blurted.
    “Do you like?” Ryder wiggled his eyebrows. Corbin laughed
and stared into his green eyes. “I just picked it up today. I figured if all
the hot girls in River Junction like drinking Nerds, and other fruity drinks,
this stuff would make me irresistible.” Corbin felt herself flush. Ryder placed
his free hand against the wall behind her. He set his beer down and ran his
finger down her cheek to her lips. He looked into her eyes then brought his
lips to hers. The kiss was so gentle, Corbin felt as if her knees were going to
buckle. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to him. “I’ve
missed your lips, Corbin,” he groaned. He took Corbin’s beer from her and
pushed her up against the wall the kiss intensified. He grinded against her, a
moan escaped from Corbin’s lips. She twisted her hands in his hair as he kissed
and sucked on her neck.
    “I could take you right here,” he said in a low growl.
    “Then do it,” Corbin whispered. She felt his hands go up her
shirt and caress her breasts. He playfully teased each nipple. Then his hands
slowly slid to the top of her pants. He undid them and slid his hand inside.
Corbin bit her lip to hold back a moan.
    “Oh shit, Corbin,” he groaned. He lifted her up and began
working on his own zipper. The sound of the front door opening made them both
stop. Ryder gave her bottom lip a little bite them moved in to the bathroom.
Corbin tugged her sweatshirt down over her open pants.
    “What’s up with you?” Stella asked eyeing Corbin. Corbin
gathered her breath.
    “Just another shitty day.” She picked up her beer and took a
huge drink. Corbin giggled; she felt giddy, almost happy. Ryder opened up the
bathroom door. His hair was wet again; he looked at Corbin and gave her a wink.
    “Are you going out tonight, or are