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

The chair next to Cord’s squeaked as a big body flopped beside him. He tilted his hat up and saw his cousin Kade’s shit-eating grin.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Cord.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Don’t worry, I know you ain’t here trollin’ for a piece of ass.” Kade’s dark eyebrows rose in challenge. “Are you?”

“Fuck off.”

Kade’s baritone laugh boomed. “You talk to Ky today?”

“Twice.”

“Cool. How’s the little guy doin’?”

“Good. Misses his horse more than me.”

“Sounds like a typical McKay response. How’re you doin’?”

“I’m here, ain’t I?”

“Must mean you’re bored already, huh?” Kade’s gaze swept the bar. “Who you here with?”

“Colt is supposed to show up.”

“He’ll show up late, if at all.” Kade snorted. “Last I knew he was hookin’ up with some stripper from Lusk. I swear he’s nailin’ three-quarters of the women in the tri-county area.”

“Jealous?”

“Hell yes, I’m jealous. He gets more * in a week than I get in a year.”

The haggard waitress dropped off a fresh beer and took Kade’s order. Cord asked,

“Is Kane here?”

“Nope. He’s got a hot date. Everyone is gettin’ laid but us, cuz.” He shot Cord a devious look. “Unless you’re lyin’ to yourself, me, and your mama on why you’re really here?”

“Not hardly. I don’t have time for the bullshit that goes along with the privilege of gettin’ my rocks off once or twice.”

“Man, that’s harsh. You tellin’ me you wouldn’t make time if someone came along?”

Cord’s beer stopped halfway to his mouth. His attention wandered to a woman swinging her hips on the dance floor.

Oh yeah. He’d make time for her in a f*cking heartbeat.

Holy hell. Her legs went on forever. His gaze started at the heels of her high-heeled silver boots, gradually traveling up along the sexy line of those shapely legs, ending at her luscious ass barely hidden beneath an extremely short denim skirt. When her dance partner twirled her, Cord caught a glimpse of bright red bikini panties.

Lust whomped him in the gut.

He’d been so busy checking out her ass he hadn’t seen her face. Her backside faced him—not that he was complaining—and a cheap straw cowboy hat covered her head. Her strong, tanned arms slid around the wide shoulders of the lucky cowboy as she sashayed closer to grind her pelvis against his. The cowboy whooped, clamping his hands on her ass in a dirty dancing move that’d make Patrick Swayze jealous.

It caused a burst of envy in Cord too. Nonchalantly he asked, “Kade, who’s the chick on the dance floor?”



“Which one?”


“The one with the never endin’ legs puttin’ on the show in the miniskirt.”


Kade squinted. “You mean AJ?”


AJ? Not a familiar name. “Yeah.”


“She’s quite the dancer, huh?”


“Sure is.”


AJ performed a shimmy-shake with her hips, while snaking her arms above her head.


The movement caused her tight lace shirt to slide up, exposing the smooth curve of her lower back.


Cord withheld a groan. Nothing was sexier than that dimpled section of a woman’s back above her ass. Nothing.