by Sabrina Luna
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First published in 2007, 2007
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Good Girls Do It Badder
All rights reserved. Copyright © August 2007 Sabrina Luna
Cover Art Copyright © August 2007 Mariya Krusheva
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
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Dedication
To my readers who love cowboys—this is for you!
Country western music, whiskey and cowboys—these were Gina Adams’ favorite obsessions. Yet when she strolled into The Silver Dollar Saloon, just outside the Charlotte city limits, she received inquisitive stares from more than a few folks. Half African American and half Cherokee, her mocha-colored skin and long, jet black hair set her apart from the other women in the room. However, she was fortunate. The patrons quickly returned to minding their own business ... not hers.
Sipping on her Jack and coke at the bar, she surveyed the room. Gina was feeling an edginess under her skin, a deep desire to make her ‘fuck-a-cowboy’ fantasy come true. And tonight was her lucky night. From the moment she laid eyes on the tall, handsome man across the crowded room, she knew he was the one. There's no ‘pretend’ about this one. He's the real thing! Her gaze roamed over his hat, worn Levi's and boots. This particular cowboy was just rough enough around the edges to pique her interest.
The cowboy met her gaze. A grin spread over his face as he slowly began to make his way through the crowd. Like an arrow aiming for a target, he had zeroed in on her too. A spark of electricity zipped through her body and turned her insides to mush.
"Howdy, miss.” He tipped his hat, still grinning from ear to ear. “Mind if I buy a pretty lady another drink?” The sweetness of his drawl washed over her like honey.
"Sure.” Gina returned his smile. “What's your name, cowboy?"
"Clint. Clint Bowman."
"My name's Gina Adams. I'll have another Jack and coke, please.” Despite the surety in her voice, she could feel her heart pounding hard. The cowboy stood close beside her and flagged down the bartender to take care of business.
Finally, with her fresh drink on the napkin in front of her, she lifted her eyes. She gazed at the man for a better look. A foot taller than her, even in her own styled boot-heels, the cowboy was smooth shaven with strong, chiseled features. From what she could see from beneath his hat, Clint's hair appeared to be a dark shade of brown to compliment his sun kissed, warm complexion. He definitely spends lots of time outdoors, she noted with satisfaction.
Clint's eyes were hazel, her favorite eye color. A richly golden-hued color flecked with green. Oh boy! This one could be a real heartbreaker. In the bar room light, she spied two thin, faint scars, one just above his lip and one lightly trailing down his left cheek. Telltale signs of that lived-in, rugged look that was making Gina go weak in the knees.
"So, of all the pretty ladies in the club tonight, why me?” she asked playfully, breaking the ice.
"Because you're prettier.” Clint grinned down at her, taking a sip from his bottle of beer, then added, “And I like your sense of humor."
"How can you like my sense of humor when you hadn't met me until now?” Gina raised an eyebrow, perplexed.
With his beer still in his hand, he pointed a finger to her chest.
"What? My boobs?” A sudden rush of color burned her cheeks.
"Oh no, honey. I like your shirt,” he added simply.
Dumbstruck, Gina glanced down at her ‘Good Girls Do It Badder’ t-shirt. She let out a soft exhale. “Oh, that. For a minute I thought—"
"Well, I must say, the rest of the package is fine too.” Clint flashed her a cheeky grin and winked.
Gina took a sip of her drink to moisten her dry throat. Slick warmth was spreading through her sex by the mere presence of this cowboy with his hazel eyes and wicked smile. Sure, she could be catty and tell him that he had a fine package too, but she didn't. Instead, she asked him to dance.
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Clint hadn't danced in a long time, but he was enjoying twirling the lovely young woman around the dance floor. Anything to stay close to her. She was a real beauty. He'd never been a believer in instant attraction. He liked to play it cool, taking everything in his life as slow and easy as possible. But, he met her gaze from across the room and zap!
That was all it took for him to summon up the nerve, stroll over and buy the prettiest lady in the Silver Dollar another drink. Clint was apprehensive his offbeat humor had somehow put her off, but it didn't. Now, the dark-haired beauty wanted to dance ... and dance they did.
After two or three livelier songs, the music eased into a lower gear. It was slow, smooth and downright sexy. Clint reached out for Gina's hand. His unspoken request was met with a dazzling smile. She slid her dainty hand into his outstretched palm. It was warm and a bit moist. Damn, she must be nervous too. Clint smiled and drew her close. So close that he could feel her heart beating through her t-shirt as he slowly lead her around the crowded floor.
"Hey, cowboy, you're a good dancer,” Gina grinned at him.
"That's funny, ‘cause I haven't done it in a long time,” he quipped, returning her smile, but relieved the lighting had been dimmed a notch.
He was grateful she couldn't see him blush. The double innuendo of his comment made his insides jiggle like gelatin. Geez, it has been a long time. He tried to remember the last time he'd held a woman close. A woman who was sexy, smart and funny, all at the same time. Damn, way too long!
Clint's uneasiness quickly evaporated as Gina, without missing a step, snaked her warm, soft arms around his neck. His hands instinctively slid around her waist, hugging her closer. Clint stifled a groan, feeling his cock stirring against the denim fly. She gazed at him with those big, black eyes, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. Gina's eyes and sensuous mouth were tugging hard on his cool composure.
"A long time, huh? A handsome cowboy like you? I don't believe that for one minute."
The hot sultriness of her voice set the room on fire. But it was no fire. It was his own inner heat, the blood simmering in his veins. He was consumed by pure, outright desire. Without hesitation, Clint lowered his lips to hers and captured her berry-ripe mouth in a kiss.
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Gina allowed his kiss to take her. The silky smooth slide of his mouth against her lips sent a delicious sensation rippling through her entire body. His hands moved from her hips, gliding up her back. Warmth radiated from his palms, heating her skin through the thin t-shirt material.
She moaned with approval, leaning into him. Her lips parted slightly, accepting his darting tongue. Totally enraptured in the cowboy's embrace, the room melted away. Her brain numbed, but her body was alive with sheer, absolute pleasure.
"Hey, you two, get a room!” someone heckled from across the dance floor. Like a sleeper jolted from a dream, Gina stepped back, pulling free from Clint's kiss. The room snapped back into sharp focus. The cowboy gave the heckler an icy glare, his jaw clenched and his shoulders pulled bac
k, squared with aggravation.
"Come on, honey.” Clint grumbled, a hint of anger in his voice, yet he tenderly took her hand and led her back to the bar.
Her heart was beating a rapid tattoo beneath her shirt. Her body was aching to explore the unspoken possibilities of this man's kiss. What to do? Think quickly! Her mind was racing as fast as her libido. What next? A light bulb flicked on over her head. Taking a quick sip of her watered down Jack and coke, she turned to face Clint.
"Hey, I've got a wild idea,” she grinned at the cowboy. “Why don't we take that jackass’ suggestion?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?” Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Well, since we're having a good time together, why don't we get a room?” She was breathless with excitement, gazing into his wickedly sexy eyes. “I saw a hotel about two blocks away. It looks clean and private. So, what do you say?"
She knew that a drink, a couple of dances and a breathtaking kiss were not much to base a reasonable decision on. However, her wanton spirit was overriding her common sense ... and she wanted to play ‘ride the cowboy'.
Clint's brows knitted together beneath the brim of his hat. Gina held her breath, mentally preparing for a rejection.
Tension crackled in the air between them. Clint removed his hat. He slowly speared a hand through his scrunched hair, eyeing her warily. “Are you shittin’ me? You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I'm not shitting you. I'm serious. Let's get out of here and finish what we've started."
There was a long pause. She could imagine the wheels turning behind his eyes. Nervously, she darted the tip of her tongue over the curve of her bottom lip. Clint's eyes widened, reacting to her insinuating gesture. A wide grin spread over the handsome features of his face.
"Sure. What are we waiting for?” He slid the hat back on and straightened his stance. “I'm game. Let's go!” He offered his arm. Gina eagerly curled her fingers around Clint's forearm and felt the tight cords of muscle beneath his tanned skin. Another flash of heat zipped down her spine.
Yes, tonight was going to be her lucky night.
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"After you, honey,” Clint gestured with a polite nod, holding the hotel door open. Gina brushed past him and into the room. He turned, closing and locking the door behind him, yet his mind was racing. This is crazy! So much for slow and easy. However, tonight, his cock was definitely leading the way. On the drive over to the hotel, his ‘little buddy’ was responding to the mental replay of their dance floor kiss. A kiss that had been totally unfreakinbelievable!
"What are you smiling at?” The dark-eyed beauty asked as she took a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed.
"You.” He winked. “It's not every day I get propositioned by the prettiest lady I've ever seen."
"Oh, you're a sweet talker, aren't you?” She smiled coyly and gracefully rose from the bed, stepping close. Her feminine fragrance filled his senses. It reminded him of something untamed, primal ... and utterly exotic.
"Me? Talk? I'd rather do this—"
Clint pulled her to him, encircling his arms around her waist. He pressed against her as his mouth closed over her luscious lips in a heated kiss. His tongue thrust between her lips. Any nagging doubts quickly dissolved into a pool of lusty desire.
Now, it was his turn to moan as the feisty gal kissed him back with wild abandonment. Their tongues hotly danced together. Gina began to rub up against him. The contact of her soft body against his hard chest sent shivers down his spine ... and straight to his groin.
A low moan of protest escaped from his lips as she pulled away. But he was richly rewarded as her moist tongue flickered down the side of his neck in a hot trail of kisses. “Oh Jesus, baby,” he groaned. The sensations rocked him off balance. Clint struggled for self-control, but it was useless.
Tossing his hat aside, her hands were busy now, roaming the hem of his shirt. She slid a hand under the material and lightly grazed his chest with her nails. Pleasurable discomfort flashed through him like lightning. Clint sharply inhaled. She pulled off his shirt and smoothed a hand over his chest.
Gina smiled at him. Her eyes glistened with mischief as she gave him a gentle shove. He plummeted back onto the bed with a muffled thump.
"You just lie back and take it easy, cowboy. I'll take it from here,” she assured him with a saucy smile. The fine hairs over his body bristled. His heart pumped wildly in his chest. The erotic scales had shifted to one side. This ‘good girl’ was going to have her way with him ... and Clint really didn't mind.
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Gina looked the cowboy over from head to toe. Like a kitten with a new toy, she was trying to figure out what to do next. She quickly stepped out of her footwear, making herself comfortable, then proceeded to peel off Clint's boots and jeans. Placing the articles of clothing in a small pile beside the bed, she couldn't help but zero in on his cock. Free of restraint, it defied gravity, pointing upwards toward the ceiling.
Her mouth watered in anticipation as she climbed fully clothed over him. “Oh, look what we have here!” she cooed, gliding her finger down the length of his velvety-hard erection. Lust burned in his eyes, but he didn't stop her. He merely nodded, but Clint's panting breaths were a clear indication of just how turned on, how aroused he really was.
Brushing her long hair away from her face, she lowered her mouth to his cock. A heated shiver of excitement coursed through her own body as her fingers encircled the circumference of his erection. Gina leaned in and inhaled his scent—deep, dark, musky and all male. Her sex clenched as she slid her lips over the crown of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus H. Christ!” he groaned. His hips jerked in response. Breathing through her nose, she willed herself to relax and slid him deeper into her mouth. His cock was as stiff as a battering ram and as smooth as silk. Her other hand slid underneath him, rolling and massaging the firm sacs between his thighs.
She drew her mouth up his length, then paused at the crown to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head. Clint groaned louder, uttering a string of non-intelligible words. Gina released his slickened cock from her mouth. A dewy droplet of pre-cum glistened from its tip. She smiled with satisfaction, sliding from the bed. The cowboy glanced up at her, perplexed.
"I'm hot,” she explained, panting and tugging at her clothes.
"You sure are, honey."
Gina laughed, rolling her eyes. However, the delicious sensation of sucking his hard cock had sent a hot flush over her entire body. Her clothes now clung to her heated skin, weighting her down. She wanted to be uninhibited ... free.
"Give me a minute.” Her legs quivered with excitement as Gina managed to tug off her socks and jeans. Clint raised his head from the mattress to watch her swift striptease. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room. She peeled off her moist panties, then slid the garment down her legs, kicking it aside with her bare foot.
With a smile, she drew the t-shirt over her head. Lusty anticipation was written all over his ruggedly handsome face as she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. She tossed it aside, her body humming with desire.
"Wanna ride a cowboy, sugar?” His long fingers encircled the base of his cock, offering it to her with a wide grin.
Gina licked her lips, still savoring his lingering flavor on her tongue. “Oh hell, yeah!” She nodded, adding, “But, first, no cover, no lover. Got me?"
His eyes flickered to the pile of clothes. “In the front pocket of my jeans, baby. Hurry. I want you."
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As Clint watched her dig into the pile for his jeans, he mentally began to count down from ten to one. Holding off coming was difficult; his cock was literally throbbing between his fingers. She was a livewire, a sexy gal who definitely knew how to kick his lust into high gear.
"Hurry,” he pleaded again as he gazed over her naked backside.
Her smooth, almond skin glistened in the bedside light, her hair brushing down her bare back to the top of her rounded ass. And wh
en she turned to face him with her pert, plum-tipped breasts and soft, womanly curves ... Unfreakinbelievable!
Clint grinned as she held up the tiny packet between her fingers in triumph. Gina wasted no time. With a quick rip and a tear, she leaned over him and deftly rolled the rubber over his length.
"Ready?” she teased, straddling him. Her sensual scent enveloped him. Deep, rich and sensual, it was driving him insane. His hands slid to her hips, positioning her over his cock.
"Now, honey ... I want you now!” He barely recognized his own voice, raw and filled with lust. His cock was definitely ruling over his brain. Clint dipped a finger between her legs testing her wetness. Her lips were slick with her juice, white-hot heat radiating from deep within.
Gina leaned into him, her breasts tempting him with their ripeness. Clint snaked his tongue over one taut nipple, then the other. Gina gasped, her body trembling beneath his mouth. “Oh, cowboy,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his arms. She shivered, panting hard as he suckled and teased her nipples. His cock twinged inside the latex covering. Desire coiled tight in his balls. If he didn't sink into her hot body soon, it would be all over.
"Come on, Gina,” he coaxed, and then added in a raw, heated plea, “ride me now."
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Lust racked her body and numbed her brain. She lowered her hips over the cowboy's cock and sank down slowly, feeling the tip glide between her slick folds with ease. The cowboy bucked beneath her, spearing his cock further up inside her, filling her with his hardened length. “Oh god! You feel so damn good,” she hissed, feeling his firm grip holding her, steadying her on his rigid member.
"Fuck me,” he groaned as she gazed down at him. Clint's hazel eyes were like amber flames burning into her soul. Gina's hips began to move, to slide back and forth. She rode him slowly at first, reeling in the sweet friction of their bodies locked together in heated lust. Unabashed pleasure rose in her sex with each movement of her hips.
"That's it,” Clint panted. “Ride me, honey. Make me cum!"
