The Maisey Yates Collection : Cowboy Heroes: Take Me, Cowboy / Hold Me, Cowboy / Seduce Me, Cowboy / Claim Me, Cowboy / The Rancher's Baby. Maisey Yates
Читать онлайн книгу.of condoms up against her chest and held it tightly. “See? I’ve already forgotten. Mostly because I can’t afford therapy. At least not until you pay me the big bucks at the gala.”
“We’ll see,” he said, walking out of sight.
She turned, chucking the box into her cart and making her way quickly down to the milk aisle. Chase wasn’t going to hurt her, because Mark was wrong. They were only friends, and she quashed the traitorous flame in her stomach that tried to grow, tried to convince her otherwise.
She wasn’t going to get hurt. She was just going to have a few orgasms and then move on.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
* * *
“I’m taking you dancing tonight,” Chase said as soon as Anna picked up the phone.
“Did you bump your head on an anvil today?”
He supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised to hear Anna’s sarcasm. After last night—vulnerability, tears—he’d had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be overly friendly today. In fact, he’d guessed that she would have transformed into one of the little porcupines that were on her pajamas. He had been right.
“No,” he said. “I’m just following the lesson plan. I said I was taking you out, and so I am.”
“You know,” she said, her voice getting husky, “I’m curious about whether or not making me scream was anywhere on the lesson plan.”
His body jolted, heat rushing through his veins. He looked over his shoulder at Sam, who was working steadily on something in the back of the shop. It was Anna’s day off, so she wasn’t on the property. But he and Sam were in the middle of a big custom job. A gate with a lot of intricate detail, with matching work for the deck and interior staircase of the home. Which meant they didn’t get real time off right now.
“No,” he returned, satisfied his brother wasn’t paying attention, “that wasn’t on the lesson plan. But I’m a big believer in improvisation.”
“That was improvisation? In that case, it seems to be your strength.”
The sarcasm he had expected. This innuendo, he had not. They’d both pulled away hard last night, no denying it. It would have been simple to go out and get more protection and neither of them had.
But damn, this new dynamic between them was a lot to get used to. Still, for all that it was kind of crazy, he knew what he wanted. “I’d like to show you more of my strengths tonight.”
“You’re welcome to improvise your way on over to my bed anytime.” There was a pause. “Was that flirting? Was that good flirting?”
He laughed, tension exiting his body in a big gust. He should have known. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this being part of the lesson. Not when he had been on the verge of initiating phone sex in the middle of a workday with his brother looming in the background. But keeping it part of the lesson was for the best. He didn’t need to lose his head. This was Anna, after all. He was walking a very fine line here.
On the one hand, he knew keeping a clear line drawn in the sand was the right thing to do. They weren’t just going to be able to slide right back into their normal relationship. Not after what had happened. On the other hand, Anna was...Anna. She was essential to him. And she wasn’t jaded when it came to sexual relationships. Wasn’t experienced. That meant he needed to handle her with care. And it would benefit him to remember that he couldn’t play with her the way he did women with a little more experience. Women who understood that this was sex and nothing more.
It could never be meaningless sex with Anna. He couldn’t have a meaningless conversation with her. That meant that whatever happened between them physically would change things, build things, tear things down. That was a fact. A scary one. Taking control, trying to harness it, label it, was the only solution he had. Otherwise, things would keep happening when they weren’t prepared. That would be worse.
Maybe.
He cleared his throat. “Very good flirting. You got me all excited.”
“Excellent,” she said, sounding cheerful. “Also, I bought condoms.”
He choked. “Did you?”
“They aren’t ribbed. I wasn’t sure if the one you used last night was.”
“No,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and casting a side eye at his brother. “It wasn’t.”
“Good. I was looking for a repeat performance. I didn’t want to get the wrong thing. Though maybe sometime we should try ribbed.”
Sometime. Because there would be more than once. More than last night. More than tonight. “We can try it if you want.”
“I feel like we might as well try everything. I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Dancing,” he said, trying to wage a battle with the heat that was threatening to take over his skull. “Do you want to go dancing tonight?”
“Not really. But I can see the benefit. Seeing as there will be dancing at the fund-raiser. And I bet I’m terrible at dancing.”
“Great. I’m going to pick you up at seven. We’re going to Ace’s.”
“Then I’ll be ready.”
He hung up the phone and suddenly realized he was at the center of Sam’s keen focus. That bastard had been listening in the entire time. “Hot date tonight?” he asked.
“Dancing. With Anna,” he said meaningfully. The meaning being with Anna and not with you.
“Well, then, you wouldn’t mind if I tagged along.” Jerkface was ignoring his meaning.
“I would mind.”
“I thought this was just about some bet.”
“It is,” he lied.
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t want to go out. You want to stay home and eat a TV dinner. You’re just harassing me.”
Sam shrugged. “I have to get my kicks somewhere.”
“Get your own. Get laid.”
“Nope.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
“I’m selective.”
Maybe Sam was, maybe he wasn’t. Chase could honestly say that his brother’s sex life was a mystery to him. Which was fine. Really, more than fine. Chase had a reputation, Sam...did not. Well, unless that reputation centered around being grumpy and antisocial.
“Right. Well, you enjoy that. I’m going to go out.”
“Chase,” Sam said, his tone taking on a note of steel. “Don’t hurt her.”
Those words poked him right in the temper. “Really?”
“She’s the best thing you have,” Sam said, his voice serious. “You find a woman like that, you keep her. In whatever capacity you can.”
“She’s my best friend. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Not on purpose.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to stand there and lecture me on interpersonal relationships, since you pretty much don’t have any.”
“I have you,” Sam said.
“Right. I’m not sure that counts.”
“I have Anna. But if you messed things up with her, I won’t have her, either.”
Chase frowned. “You don’t have feelings for her, do you?” He would really hate to have to punch his brother in the face. But he would.
“No.