Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(100)

“Been busy.”


“Busy havin’ your mouth next to another guy’s dick?”


She looked at her watch. “Wow. It’s half-past I don’t give a shit what you think, Cord McKay.”


He growled.


“You don’t have the right to talk to me like that.”


“Yes, I do.”


“Why?”


Because you’re mine.


Where the hell had that come from?


“Because…Christ. It’s hard to have a serious conversation with you when you’re wearin’ lighted cocks on your head.”


AJ defiantly thrust out her chin and the penises bobbled. “We aren’t having a conversation. You’re giving me tough-guy attitude. If you won’t acknowledge me in public, you don’t have the right to chastise me for anything I do in public or in private.


And now you lost the right to do anything to me in private either, bucko.”


“Quit bein’ so goddamn childish.”


Her eyes narrowed to silver slits. “Quit bein’ such a goddamn dickhead.”


“You’re the one with dicks on your head, baby doll.”


“Yeah? I can take mine off any old time I please, but you wear your dickhead status like a second skin. Or should I say as a second foreskin?”


“You tryin’ to piss me off?”


“No, I’m trying to go home. So step aside.”


“Tough shit. You ain’t in no condition to drive.”


“I’m fine.”


“Says who?”


“Says Deputy Shortbull. He forced me and everyone else to take a Breathalyzer. I passed. So hah!”


Don’t let her go like this. Stall.


“If you walk away from me, AJ, I swear to God your penalty will double. Triple maybe. You already owed me for the last two nights. Don’t make it worse on yourself.”


“Bring it, cowboy. In fact, you’d better bring a rope and hogtie me because that’s the only way you’ll ever get me back in your bed. But we both know you won’t do it.”


“Wrong.”


“We’re done with the hot horny divorced cowboy and the virginal babysitter fantasy.


And no, I won’t cause a hysterical crying scene that’ll embarrass poor proper rancher Cord McKay. This will end like it began—as our dirty little secret. But it sure has been fun.”


AJ pivoted on her stiletto, her hips swinging, the penises on top of her head swaying with every step of her long, sexy legs as she promenaded away from him.


Oh yeah. Little Miss Baby Doll just earned herself one helluva punishment.


Chapter Twenty-six


The next morning Cord woke up an hour earlier than usual. He finished his chores, cleaned up and was at AJ’s house by eight a.m.


He called her cell phone. “I’m comin’ up the driveway to get you. Easy or hard, your choice. But you will be leavin’ with me, AJ. I suggest you be dressed and ready. Don’t make me hogtie you because contrary to your smart little remark, you know I will do it.


In public. In front of your family. With complete and utter joy.” He hung up.


He parked. Waited a minute. Hopped out and passed her Jeep. On the passenger’s seat was the flashing penis headband, a button proclaiming, “I sucked balls at Liza’s bachelorette party” and…the vibrator she’d won. Still in the box.