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gaze traveled over her curvy little body, lingering on the exposed cleavage. She felt Gabe’s big body tense at the attention. He pulled her and her stool into the wide V of his legs, marking his territory by slinging a protective arm over her shoulder.
    “Jake, give us two beers,” he told the bartender, giving him a sharp look of challenge, letting him know Danny was off limits.
    Danny decided not to argue over his high-handedness. A beer was fine. Hell, she loved it, and was sick to death of Wesley’s frou-frou wines and cocktails.
    Studying the broad range of customers fascinated Danny. The colorful tattoos sported by so many drew her eyes. “Interesting crowd,” she commented. “I like that guy’s dragon.” Discreetly, she pointed.
    Gabe grumbled something she couldn’t understand so she just rolled her eyes. “This was your idea. Don’t blame me if I enjoy the view.”
    “Just drink your beer,” he ordered.
    “Why don’t you like me?” she countered, taking a sip, enjoying the way his eyes followed the bottle to her mouth. Was he getting hard? She definitely felt something stir in her.
    He shook his head, as if trying to clear that image of the bottle sliding suggestively into her mouth. “I never said I didn’t like you,” he finally answered.
    “You certainly act like it.” She noticed he was watching her mouth again. She let her lips form an O around the mouth of the bottle, letting it slide slowly in just a little farther than necessary.
    “Stop that!” He growled.
    “Stop what?” She feigned innocence though she knew she was shaking.
    “Deep throating the damn bottle. You’ll cause a riot.” His hand around his beer bottle looked so tight that she almost feared it would shatter.
    “No one’s watching.”
    “The hell they aren’t!”
    “Are you always this grumpy?”
    Instead of answering, he shoved his still-full beer into her hand, taking her empty one. “Drink your beer.” The cool bottle brushed her nipples, drawing a gasp from her. Their eyes met, and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She caught his grin and realized she hadn’t fooled him at all. He knew she was as turned on as he was.
    Several beers later, she was feeling quite fine. As the alcohol started to relax her, she began to lean back into him, unable to stop her bottom from gyrating to the rhythmic beat of the jukebox. She could feel the thick ridge of his cock growing against her.
    Suddenly he grabbed her wiggling hips and yanked her close, nestling his erection in the crack of her ass. He leaned in and growled into her ear, “Be careful, little girl, you might get more than you bargained for.” To emphasize his point, he ground his dick into her.
    Danny moaned softly. She knew she should be afraid, but the combination of his closeness and the alcohol was intoxicating, stealing all caution and common sense. “I think you’re all talk, all grouch and hot air,” she taunted, anticipating his reaction.
    Catching the thick braid of her hair in one hand, he pulled her back. Tilting her head slightly, he leaned down, nipping the tender flesh of her ear. Simultaneously he wrapped the other arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. “Does this feel like hot air, baby?”
    Groaning, Danny grasped his thick thighs as a wave of white-hot desire rushed through her, soaking her panties.
    “What’s the matter, little girl, bite off more than you can chew?” he sneered, clearly mistaking her trembling for fear.
    Danny’s logical mind warred with her thrumming desire. She should push away. Lord knew she’d never done anything this outrageous in her entire life. But it was so hard to think clearly with his hard body and even harder erection pressing into her. You might never get another chance, her heated body argued. She could enjoy tonight, maybe the next few days, and then when her riding lessons were done, they’d go their separate ways, and she’d have lots of white hot memories to