Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(2)

No. He’d grab her, kiss her with all the bottled-up passion he hadn’t had the chance to show any woman, let alone her. Passion that was just waiting to burst free. While they were kissing like crazy, her soft hands would be all over him.

No. His hands would be all over her. Slipping under her shirt to touch her boobs. Inching beneath the spandex panties she wore under her cheerleading skirt.

She’d be moaning, rubbing her hand against his fly. Then he’d pick her up—just like in the movies. He’d sweep all the books and papers off the desk—just like in the movies. Then he’d gently lay her across the surface, bringing his body on top of hers. For some of that sliding, pounding, pumping action—

“Tell?”

His guilty gaze winged to Georgia. “Ah, what?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

He stammered, “N-no. Why?”

“The bell rang.”

Shit. “Oh.”

“Why are you still sitting there?”

Because I have another freakin’ boner. “Because I’m tired. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

She blinked at him. “With your eyes open?”

Way to be an idiot. He shrugged and fought another lame blush. Please, don’t let his face reveal that he’d been in a porn scene, dry-humping her to orgasm as she screamed his name. Be cool. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to say thanks for covering for me, but I can’t be your partner.”

Every fantasy—and his dick—deflated. “Why not?”

Georgia gnawed on her lip. “Deck will get mad.”

“So? It’s for school. Say the teacher put us together.”

“But Smitty was here. He’ll tattle that we weren’t assigned and us partnering up was your idea. Then Deck will want to, well…deck you.”

“I’d like to see him try.” Ooh, such a tough guy, McKay. Deck would wipe the floor with your scrawny ass.

“I can’t do that to you, Tell.”

Was her concern for him from fear? Or from something else? She had been talking to him a lot during class the last couple of months. Did she kind of…like him?

Wait. If he let Deck beat the ever-lovin’ crap out of him, would Georgia feel so guilty she’d offer to kiss his injuries and make them better? For the first time ever, he really hoped a guy punched him in the crotch.

Nice f*cking fantasy, perv, but it ain’t ever gonna happen.

“You understand, don’t you?”

His focus snapped back to her. “What’s your grade in this class?”

She dropped her gaze. “I have a C. Minus.”

“I have an A. This project could raise your grade to a B if you partner with me.”

“Well, okay then. But we can’t meet to work on the project during school hours where anyone could see us.”

If he’d had an ego, it would’ve taken a massive hit. “Where we gonna work on it?”

“How about the public library? In, ah, Moorcroft.” Her fingers nervously twisted the purity ring on a chain around her neck. “I’ll meet you there tomorrow night.”

That’s when he knew he’d be doing the history project alone.

That’s when he understood that sucker defined a guy like him, easily manipulated by a pretty girl.

That’s when he swore it’d never happen again.

Chapter One

Ten years later…

“Tell McKay, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“BeeBee, darlin’, I swear you get younger-lookin’ every time I see you. Pretty soon I’m gonna be carding you to make sure you’re old enough to be serving in a bar.”

“Even an old broad like me ain’t immune to that bullshit flattery.” She opened the cooler. “You drinkin’ Bud Light?”

“Yep.” Tell caught the bottle when the bartender slid it across the bar top. “Thanks, Beebs.”

“No problem. So where’s the blonde from last week?”

He grinned. “It’s a new week.”

BeeBee flapped the bar towel at him. “You’re such a McKay.”

“I’ll take the compliment. But you gotta admit I ain’t as wild as some of my cousins in their heyday.”

“I think you’re worse, sugar, because you hide it better. Lord, them dimples of yours are deep enough to get lost in. And the ladies eat up that fun-lovin’ gentleman cowboy bit you do so well.” She shook her finger at him. “Don’t deny it.”

“I don’t. But I’ll point out I am a fun-lovin’ gentleman cowboy, so it ain’t like I’m pretending to be something that I’m not.”

BeeBee’s gaze flicked to whoever stood behind him.



Tell slowly turned around on his barstool to see a redhead glaring at him. Aw, hell. Not again. He remembered he’d done a little mattress dancing with this cutie last year, but he couldn’t recall her name. “Hey, pretty lady.”


She rolled her eyes. “Does that work for you? The ‘hey, pretty lady’ when you can’t remember a woman’s name after you slept with her?”


BeeBee snorted.


Tell grinned. “Yep.”


The woman opened her mouth, no doubt about to read him the riot act, but he jumped in to head her off.