Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Thing About One Night Stands


Having to see a guy after a one night stand is awkward at best. But when you have to be in close proximity to the man that rocked your world, day in and day out...well..it's best to deny. Deny, deny, deny. Especially to your friends. 

Kat shrugged. “No time for dating. Not that I've had much opportunity to meet anyone.”

Mimi laughed. “No opportunity? I totally get not wanting to date any of the guys that we meet here, but don't you work part-time out at the Circle F? No sexy ranch hand tickling your fancy?”

Kat inwardly cringed. She had a very specific ranch hand that had in fact tickled her fancy. A little too well, she remembered with no small amount of humiliation. About seven months ago Caleb McCrae had done things to Kat's fancy that made her lose all inhibitions.

It hadn't helped that she had a few too many shots the night in question. And Caleb had taken full advantage. Although if she were honest with herself she knew tequila hadn't made her pants fall off. Caleb had ripped them off. Then he'd tied her up with them before he'd held her down and spanked her ass while she called him every name in the book. She had loved every second of it. She knew for a fact at more than one point she begged for more. Just thinking about that night sent inappropriate tingles to her happy places.

Caleb McCrae was sin walking on two well sculpted legs. His features were too sharp, and his nose had been broken one too many times to be traditionally handsome. But he made up for it with a body carved out of granite. His short black hair was just long enough to grip, and his eyes were dark enough they almost looked black.

He had passed through Hope Springs, Virginia during the short time she had been there. Long enough to take her virginity in a cataclysmic fashion and disappear. Not that she had wanted more than a one night stand, she reminded herself. She was the one who had sneaked out that next morning. She just thought he'd have the decency to stay disappeared.

He'd ignored her since she snubbed him at Jake and Del's wedding three months ago. Well, ignored her when he wasn't checking her out like she wasn't covered from head to toe and stinking of sweat and whatnot. Like he was remembering exactly how she looked and tasted naked when she was much cleaner. Which he unfortunately knew from experience.

The bottom dropped on her stomach every damn time he gave her those sexually charged looks, and she'd turn beat red. He'd smirk like he just won some kind of game she hadn't realized they were playing. Those looks had been annoying the hell out Kat on a very regular basis for the last three damn months. Every time she turned around he seemed to be right there these days.

Instead of all that she just said, “There's a lot less single desirable men out at Circle F than you'd think. Plus, most of the guys see me as one of their buddies.” At Mimi's eye roll said, “They do! 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

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