Cowboy's Barmaid: A Small Town Military Romance (Lucky Flats Ranchers Book 2)

by Piper Sullivan

  “Thank you Daddy!”

  Sage’s lips twitched. “Yeah, thank you Daddy.”

  I groaned at her words, certain I was going to hell for being a dirty old man with dirty thoughts. But yeah I could learn to like hearing Sage’s sexy voice call me daddy. “You look hungry.” I cringed at those words. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Oh yeah? Good because I’m starved.” She licked her lips before they tugged up into a smile.

  “You’re gonna stay for dinner Sage? Please, oh please stay!”

  “What’s for dinner?”

  “Catfish,” I answered simply.

  She groaned and rubbed a hand over her flat stomach. “Heck yeah I’m staying for dinner. I would do almost anything for a few pieces of Maybelle’s catfish.”

  “Only almost?”

  She shrugged and diverted her gaze from mine, giving me a wide berth as she made her way to the kitchen. “Come on Lily I’ll give you a boost to wash your hands.”

  “I have a stool Uncle Tanner made for me,” she said and showed her.

  “Very cool. Your Uncle Tanner must love you a lot.”

  She nodded. “He says I’m the cutest little girl ever!”

  “He’s right about that,” I told her and kissed her cheek before we all sat around the table. For a while things were quiet and tense, Sage hardly spared me a look and when she did she wore an odd expression. Luckily my little girl could win the Olympics of talking, elaborating on all the cool things she and Sage had done.

  “And Sierra showed me how to make pizza. I love pizza Daddy!” She shook her head and started giving me a detailed rundown of the movie they watched. “It was so romantic and girls need romance Daddy. Sage says boys always forget,” she told me sounding about ten years too old.

  I smiled because I appreciated the female influence Sage provided and in the month since she returned Lily had taken to her like she had always known her. But I hate that she won’t always be my little girl. “What do you know about romance Lily pad?”

  “Lots,” she said sounding far too serious. “I know that it’s not just flowers and candy but those are really good. Sage says it’s about knowing what’s special to your girl and doing it for her once in a while.”

  “Wise words,” I told her, looking right at Sage who found her plate especially interesting at that moment.

  Once dinner was over Lily asked to watch TV before bed, Sage began to clear the table and I knew this was it. Now or never. “We should talk.”

  “Yep,” she said, rinsing the dishes and putting them carefully in the dishwasher.

  “Do you have anything to say?” The change in her demeanor didn’t bode well but I pushed forward. “Sage.”

  She turned, drying her hands on a sunflower covered towel. At least I think she did but I couldn’t focus on anything but her plump breasts wondering what color those hard nipples were. Dusty rose? Raspberry pink? “Are you even listening?”

  “I am now,” I told her and used every ounce of willpower to keep my gaze on her face.

  “I will do this to help you out but you were right, asking for use of your land was too much. I’ll find another way to take care of it.”

  Another way? “What in the hell does that mean?” I was ready to agree to use of the land and now she didn’t want it?

  “It seems pretty self-explanatory to me, Mase.”

  “Well what do you want then?”

  “Nothing.”

  That didn’t make any kind of sense. “That hardly seems fair!”

  “Really?” Arms crossed giving me an even better view of her perky breasts. “Because a few days ago you thought it was unreasonable that I should ask for anything. Now we’re in agreement so take it or leave it.”

  Why did women have to make everything more complicated than it had to be? “Stop being so damn stubborn!” I stood and raked a frustrated hand through my hair, walking to where she stood so she couldn’t move between me and the counter. “I’ll pay you, just tell me what you want.”

  She ignored me the same way she would after pulling a prank on me and Jack. I liked it even less now than I did back then, but when she bent to the close the dishwasher door and her round ass brushed up against my erection, she gasped and I groaned. “No thank you.” She attempted to push at my chest but I held her wrists so her palms laid flat on my chest. “Let go Mason.”

  “No squirt, I don’t think I will.”

  “Don’t call me that, damn you. Just remember you and Jack taught me how to defend myself.”

  I pushed in closer so our bodies were flush. I should have stepped back but my damn feet wouldn’t listen. They didn’t give a damn that this sexy woman was Jack’s kid sister. Didn’t care that things were about to get messy and confusing. “So you’ll do it?”

  She grinned. “I knew you were more than a pretty face.”

  The look in her eyes, part desire and part affection, twisted me up and I stepped back and instantly missed the feel of her soft body, lush breasts pressed against me. Yanking the fridge open I pulled out two bottle of beer and handed her one. Best friend’s sister, I tried to remind myself to tamp down the heat swirling between us. “Let’s get some air.”

  We moved onto the back porch, sitting side by side on the slider while crickets chirped. Long legs crossed at the ankles captured my attention, especially the thin gold chain around her left ankle. “You’ll need me in a few weeks for that dinner, right? It shouldn’t be a problem since I’m working for you.”

  And here comes the hard part. “It isn’t just the dinner Sage. Members of the association will be in and out of the ranch for the next few months, checking the horses, breeding records and watching their movements. You need to move in here if we’re going to sell this.”

  “Maybe we’re waiting until we’re married.”

  “In this day and age, and with a child? Unlikely.” What was the big deal anyway, unless she didn’t want to live with a kid. “Are you worried about sharing space with Lily? Ow!” She slugged my arm. “What was that for?”

  “For even suggesting Lily is a problem for me.”

  “For most women it might be.”

  Sage rolled her eyes and turned to me, giving me another straightforward glance at world class breasts. “Even if this were real Lily wouldn’t be a problem Mason. I’d be more worried about your inability to commit.”

  “My what?”

  “You heard me. You hardly date so I’m guessing you go out of town to get your needs met which means you have no plans to settle down again. As a future bride that would be a bigger concern.”

  Damn. Did she really think that about me? The truth was that I had gone out of town to find women who weren’t looking for anything more than a few hours of fun and maybe a meal. A few had hinted for more and I found myself too busy to see them again. But for the past year or so no one had even lit my fire. Not the way Sage did anyway. “Maybe I haven’t found the right woman yet.”

  She thought about it but everything about her body language said she didn’t believe me. “I’ll bring my stuff over later this week.”

  “I’ll help.”

  “No need. I’ve packed up and moved plenty. More than you in fact.”

  I sighed and took a long pull from the bottle. “Might look weird if your fiancé doesn’t help you move.”

  “Fine.” She stood and handed me her half-empty bottle before walking back inside the house. Moments later I heard the front door close and my whole body relaxed.

  This would be the longest summer of my life.

  ***

  I got up early Thursday morning because I knew Sage would try to move everything on her own and I wouldn’t let that happen. After taking care of morning chores I left Lily with Maybelle, hopped in my truck and headed for the Double Barrel. She’d chosen to live there because Sierra owned it but I hated every minute of it. As the only bar in town it was a surefire way to find the wrong kind of trouble. Climbing the stairs behind the bar I knocked and waited
, ready to feel smug over thwarting her plans to move solo.

  But of course when she opened the door the joke was on me because Sage wore the tiniest possible denim cutoff shorts I had ever seen, showing off her long muscular legs to absolute fucking perfection. And don’t even get me started on the lightweight cotton tank she wore that called attention to the bare breasts jiggling underneath. “Just in time,” she said with a smile, walking back inside and leaving the door open for me to follow.

  “We didn’t set a time,” I told her, looking down the hall where I assumed the bedroom and bathroom were located.

  “I know but I knew you’d show up today to make sure I didn’t do it all on my own.”

  I followed the sound of her voice to the kitchen and found her bent over a large box. And groaned. “So you just knew I would show up?”

  “You’re here aren’t you?”

  Yeah I was, dammit. We got down to work taping up boxes and packing the living room and kitchen. “Is any of this furniture yours?”

  “Just some of the bedroom items.”

  We worked in silence for about thirty minutes, packing and labeling the rooms in front and it was an exercise in torture. I had broken out into a sweat and we hadn’t even started lugging boxes down the stairs. Nope, every time we moved around the small space some part of her tight little body brushed up against me. Nipples against my chest, her glorious backside against my near constant erection. The strawberry scent of her hair drove me wild. Made me hungry. Intoxicated me. Dammit. “How can there be so much stuff?” The place was smaller than a shoebox, where did all this stuff come from?

  “You can always go back to the ranch and I’ll meet you there whenever.”

  She said it so casually, so nonchalantly I knew it was a challenge. But I would stay and I would help her. I had to. “I said I would help and I will.”

  She nodded and turned back to grabbing items from the top of the cabinets. “We’re almost done. Just the bathroom and bedroom.”

  I couldn’t be sure but I thought I heard a smile in her voice. “I’ll take the bedroom,” I told her, not sure I could stand all of her scents overtaking my senses.

  “Perfect.” She hopped from the chair and guided me down the hall where the bedroom sat on the right and directly across the hall was the bathroom. “Have at it.”

  I stepped into her bedroom and immediately wanted to change my answer to the bathroom. The whole place was so…Sage. Bright and sunny with a white comforter dotted with colorful tulips, matching pillowcases and curtains. But that was expected. What I hadn’t expected to find was a giant stack of lingerie in the middle of the bed. White and red, blue and pink silk and lace panties, bras, negligees and some other things I couldn’t name. Instantly my mind conjured up images of Sage spread out on my sleigh bed wearing each of them, looking at me with heat in her eyes as she reached for me. Fingering the delicate materials, I knew I was in trouble, thinking about Jack’s little sister like this. Wanting her as bad as I did.

  Considering everything. She worked for me and she would be living with me as my fake fiancée. My daughter loved her and if I started something and it went sideways she would be hurt. The possibilities for complications were endless. And I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.

  “Hey Mason, I was thinking about something.”

  Her sultry voice pulled me out of my inappropriate thoughts and I turned to her. “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “If we’re going to pull this off we need to be comfortable together. As a couple so in love they want to spend the rest of their lives together.” I nodded trying to figure out where she was going with this. “We never touch and other than that one kiss in front of Walt, we don’t kiss either.” She took a few steps closer, hiding a smile at the way my hands fisted around a light blue thong. “We should practice.”

  I must have hit my head earlier and was now hallucinating. “Kissing? You want to practice kissing?”

  She nodded, a solemn expression on her face that belied the sparkle in her eyes. “I think we should. For the sake of our arrangement.”

  “Sage,” I warned as she took another step closer, and another.

  “What if you go to kiss me in front of Walt, his wife or the other TPBA members and it’s awkward? Or you go the wrong way when I lean in to kiss you, or I flinch when you touch me.” She stopped in front of me, hands on my chest. “What if we don’t sell it and you look like a big fat liar Mason?”

  Dammit she made some good points and it’s not like I wasn’t itching to touch her, taste her, kiss her again. “Fine we’ll get to it later,” I told her but her lips crashed against mine and she jumped up, wrapping her arms and legs around my body so that her hot core cradled my growing erection. We fell to the bed, now surrounded by a rainbow of silk and lace while she completely devoured my mouth, licking at my tongue while she ground against me. I held her hips close, helping her find the perfect rhythm while her mouth moved from my mouth to my jaw, my neck.

  She kissed me until we were both breathless, skin flushed with desire and a satisfied grin on her face. “You’re really good at that.”

  I chuckled and held her tighter. ‘Thanks sugar, you’re pretty damn good at that too.”

  “You feel good too,” she moaned and ground against my cock, sending shards of electricity pulsing through my body. “So. Good. Mason.”

  And that was it. I couldn’t stay here in this position, with her looking sexy and full of desire as she found pleasure with my body. I needed to get up or I would strip us both and spend the rest of the day buried inside her. “Sage,” I growled and stopped her hips.

  “What?”

  “We can’t, sweetheart.”

  She grinned and moved again. “It sure feels like you can.”

  “Sage.” She heard the warning in my voice and smiled. “We can’t”

  Just like that the desire faded and turned to disappointment, maybe hurt. “Right,” she said and jumped off me like I was on fire. “Better finish up then.”

  The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, if quietly, as we finished boxing everything up and getting it into our trucks. She hopped into hers and I did the same with a vow to talk to her later about what had happened.

  But I never got the chance. Lily added an extra set of hands so we finished in no time before she left to get a storage unit in town. By the time she returned she’d claimed exhaustion and spent the rest of the night in her room.

  It took everything in me not to bang on her door until she opened it and finish what we started in her apartment. But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.

  I didn’t.

  ***

  To be continued…

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  Secret Scene, Cowboy’s Barmaid

  Sierra

  “I hear Jack Winchester is back and lookin’ fine as ever.” Tammy Rae Nixon leaned her cleavage over the bar, apparently forgetting that flashing her tits to me was as useless as trying to talk about Jack.

  “Both of those things are true,” I told her without looking her way. If she thought she’d get one damn piece of information on Jack from me, she was as mistaken about me as she was about that shade of pink lipstick she wore. “What’ll it be Tammy?”

  “Jack’s number.”

  “I own a bar, not a brothel, Tammy.” The woman thought every person on the planet was put here to server her carnal desires.

  “Gimme what’s on tap,” she pouted. “It’s not like you’re gonna make a move so why can’t you help me out?”

  I should have been offended and given the tramp a piece of my mind, but she wasn’t worth it. Okay it would have made me feel better, but she wasn’t the one spending late nights crawling all over the piece of masculine perfection known in Lucky Flats as Jack Winchester. “Just because I don’t flaunt my tits all over the free world doesn’t mean I’m not capable of making a move Tammy. Now,” I slammed the chilled mug down in front of her. “Go bother someone else.” I could tell by the stu
bborn set of her shoulders and the defiant tilt of her chin that she was going to give me a hard time tonight if for no other reason than to piss me off.

  “Oh come on, if you were going to make your move on Jack you’d have done it by now,” she laughed, shaking her head because, of course, the whole damn town knew of my lifelong crush on the handsome Army Ranger.

  I sent her a withering glare and she at least had the brains to be afraid but when her look shifted, softened and her chest shot out another few inches I knew. Jack was here. “Sierra.” His voice was deep, smooth like top shelf whiskey with just a hint of the edge of a whip. Sharp and commanding.

  I turned slowly, leaning on the bar with my back to Tammy. “Jack. What can I do for you?”

  “The important question,” Tammy piped up, tits now resting right on the bar, “is what I can do for you tonight.” She purred. Fucking purred at the man, like a street cat in heat.

  To his credit he ignored Tammy other than a polite greeting. “We have a problem,” he told me, gaze dark and intense. My body instantly went on alert.

  “What’s wrong?” My mind immediately went to Sage and the baby. “Is everything all right?”

  Arms crossed so the short sleeves of the t-shirt stretched across his biceps, showing off a few tattoos I’d traced with my tongue last night, his gaze ate me up and I had to suppress a shiver because we had an audience. “It will be. Got a minute?” His gaze dipped low and I knew he saw just how his deep, commanding tone affected me.

  “Sure.” I let the waitress know I was going to the back and followed Jack to my office, only he wasn’t there. “Jack? Where in the hell did you go?” He was a big man, well over six feet which meant way too big to hide easily in the narrow hall. “Jack, I don’t have time to…oh!” He reached out for me and pulled me back into a space void of all light. “Is this the problem?”