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The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male (Bluebonnet #2)(7)
Author: Jessica Clare

She thought for a minute, then stared back at the deserted, washed-out campsite. “And Lucy went with them? Where’d they go?”

“Nearby motel,” Colt said. “It’s under construction but the owner’s letting them all stay the night until the cars can be towed.”

One delicately arched eyebrow went up. “How long have you known that they’re gone?”

He kept his face smooth. “’Bout two hours.”

THREE

He waited for the explosion. The show of nasty temper. For her to snap and berate him. Call him a piece of shit for keeping her out here.

Instead, she stared thoughtfully at the campground, then back at him. “I suppose you were going to leave me out here until I stopped raging about how I could save myself?”

“The thought occurred to me,” he said dryly.

She stared at the trees, then back at him. “Only two hours? My tirade didn’t make you madder than that?”

He didn’t know what to think of her humor. “Are you aware of how pitiful you look?”

Beth Ann’s hands flew to her face and she wiped at her cheek, smearing mud across it self-consciously. She stared into the woods, then back at him. “You’re really here to rescue me, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“And I was pretty nasty to you, wasn’t I?”

“You were.” Though he had said the thing about the horror movie. He just hadn’t meant it in the way she’d taken it.

“Miranda and Dane didn’t send you?”

“Nope.”

She grimaced. “Fiddlesticks.” She glanced back over at him, wiped another wet lock of hair off of her brow. And sighed. “I’ve had a bad night. I thought you were…never mind.” Beth Ann sighed and tilted her face back, letting the rain splatter on her cheeks. After a long moment, she said, “My life seems to be full of men trying to save me from myself, and I took it out on you. Sorry about that.”

An apology from Beth Ann Williamson was not exactly what he expected. “No worries.”

“I guess I deserved this.” She gestured at the wet, sludgy forest. And she laughed. “Beth Ann Williamson, this really takes the cake.”

That…had not been the reaction he’d been anticipating. He’d expected more anger. Now she was laughing at herself. She wasn’t furious, or crying. She was…amused. Chagrined at how she’d acted. And damn if that reaction hadn’t done things to his fantasies of her. At first he’d been daydreaming about angry sex with her—her furious lips mashing against his own as he f**ked her against a tree. Now he was picturing those wet, slick br**sts under his hands as she laughed and sweetly gave in to him.

Fuck. He clicked the flashlight off so she wouldn’t see how hard he was.

“Sorry if I ranted at you earlier,” she said, rubbing her arms under the blanket thing. “I was having a bad night, and the last thing I wanted was some man telling me he was going to come and rescue me, and I took it out on you. I apologize.”

“No harm,” he said slowly, watching her.

She rubbed her arms again, then turned to face him. “I appreciate you coming after me.”

He nodded, his eyes intent on her face. Even covered in mud and running makeup, she had the prettiest face he’d ever seen. He wanted to do rough, raw, dirty things to that sweet face. To see those lips curve around his c*ck as he fed it into her hungry mouth.

She tilted her head. “You ok?”

He coughed into his hand, distracted. “Fine.”

“Well,” she said, dropping her hands to her side in an expression of defeat. “Guess we’d better call it a night.”

“A night?” he echoed, still distracted by the thought of him and Beth Ann, f**king. The visual was driving him crazy. Why was he suddenly obsessed with the thought of f**king Beth Ann? Was it because he needed to get laid? Because she was beautiful? Because she was gleaming and wet and wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination?

Or because when she’d realized that she’d taken everything the wrong way, she’d laughed at herself? That she hadn’t complained about her fate? That underneath the blond hair and glittery dress, the town’s delicate beautician had a sweet mouth and a core of steel?

He liked that steel. He liked the sweet mouth even more.

“A night?” she repeated. “They’re still evacuating, right?”

He started, then shook his head. “Nah. They’re done. You weren’t on the roster so they left.”

She looked at him in shock. “They left? B-but-but you’re still here.”

“They left without me, too,” he said, lying. “I planned on hiking back to the Daughtry Ranch…before.”

Her voice gave a wobble. “Be…fore?”

He nodded. “Before the river washed that part out. I’m stranded, too.”

Dane and Grant would have told him he was full of shit. Punched him in the arm for making up stories and trying to pull one over them. They would have hiked to the river to take a look at it anyhow. Hell, you didn’t even have to cross the Trinity River to cut across the ranch’s property. You could just skirt it wide.

Of course, Beth Ann didn’t know that.

And he didn’t know why he lied to her, but he found himself adding, “We’re stuck here until at least tomorrow. Sorry.”

“Tomorrow?” Her jaw dropped. “We—we can’t leave?” She stared into the trees as if seeing them in a new light.

He was surely going to hell for lying. “Might even be Sunday before we can get out of here. Depends on the weather.”

Again, she gave a little self-deprecating laugh. “Well, I suppose if I’m going to be stuck in the mud, at least it’s with you, right?”

Damned if his c*ck didn’t turn into a bar of iron right about then. “Oh?”

“You’re the survivalist. This is your gig. The sort of thing you do for funsies.”

Ah. He nodded again.

This whole revenge thing would work a lot better if she’d go back to screaming at him, or pouting. If she would just throw a nice Southern belle fit and make him realize this was a big dumbass move led by his dick, and how she really was spoiled and silly, he’d change his mind and drive her home.

But instead, she sighed and tilted her head back, letting the rain dump on her face. It spattered constantly, a reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Well,” she said after a moment. “Guess we should find someplace dry to sleep.”

And again, he was surprised by Beth Ann Williamson. And he wanted her.

“Guess so,” he drawled.

She was stuck out here. Stuck out in this muddy hell with none other than Colt Waggoner, the surliest, most arrogant man she knew.

And, she admitted privately, the most attractive.

No, this evening was not exactly a banner for her. She was tired, cold, exhausted, and hungry. But at least Lucy was safe and hopefully not shacking up with Colossus. The Johnson Motel was small and if everyone here had been evacuated, she doubted anyone had privacy.

Good. Someone else’s Friday night had been ruined, too. She felt a vicious bolt of pleasure at that.

Rain splattered on her head again, and Beth Ann looked up just as it began to pour once more.

“Shelter?” she said, turning to Colt.

He pointed at the trees, his eyes mere slits in the darkness. “We can try those.”

She followed his gesture and noticed a plank ladder nailed to the tree. Her gaze went up to the wooden floor about fifteen feet above her head, nestled in the trees. How had she missed a tree house? “Think it’s safe?”

He headed over to the ladder, and she noticed that he favored his right leg.

“Are you okay?” Beth Ann asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

He turned and gave her a blank look. “What?”

“Your leg? Did you hurt it?” She hoped not. She was feeling guilty enough that he was stranded out here looking for her.

“No,” he said in that flat voice.

“But—”

“Knee injury from a while back. Flares up in the weather.” And he gave her a pointed look. “You gonna stand out here and let it rain on you all night?”

“Well, no—”

“Then climb up this ladder,” he said in that flat voice that never let her know what he was thinking. That was one of the things she disliked about Colt—between those narrow, hard eyes and that almost too-firm jaw, the man didn’t look like he was ever amused by anything. She wondered if his face would break if he smiled.

Probably.

Okay, fine, she’d climb that darn ladder. Beth Ann wrapped the loops of the stupid bag that held her Louboutins around her wrist and approached it. The rungs didn’t look all that sturdy, but at a glance over at his surly expression, she decided to chance it anyhow. She put her hands on the first step and began to climb. The planks were slippery and her feet were slick with mud, so she took it slow. Once, her foot slipped, and Colt was there to put his hands on her ass, supporting her. His hand was warm and she felt that touch all the way to her toes. Her body flushed with reaction…and desire. Oh lord.

“Careful,” he warned in that hard voice, making the bolt of lust wither and die.

Why was she attracted to such a hard, unpleasant man? It must have been desperation. She hadn’t had sex in well over a year and a half, long before she’d broken up with Allan, and she was turned on by a handsome man touching her. That was all. And she was cold. His hot hand on her body had seemed like a bolt of heat and she’d responded to the warmth. Nothing more.

The tree house interior was small—a long room that seemed too small for human habitation. It was barely wide enough for both her and Colt to stand shoulder to shoulder, and the roof was short enough that Colt had to duck. But it was dry—mostly. Rain and wind leaked in from the far corner, and that was where a sodden pile of blankets lay.

Lovely. Not that she would have touched those blankets anyhow, but it would have been nice to have options.

The other side of the room had a mini cooler and a stack of bottles—more rum. She leaned over and flipped open the cooler. “Apples,” she said in disgust.

“Apples?”

She straightened. “Yeah. They do a game with apples apparently. If someone offers you an apple and you take a bite out of it, it means you want to sleep with them.” She shuddered in memory of the evening. “I was offered a lot of apples tonight.”

His laugh was a short, dry bark. “I’ll bet.”

For some reason, that made her feel a little better about the situation. That, and the fact that the rain wasn’t pounding on her head. She swung off her sodden cloak and moved to the edge of the tree house where the building was open to the night air, and wrung it out. Water streamed down. It had been a nice idea, but it was made of velour and the fabric didn’t really repel water. “Gonna be a cold night.”

Colt said nothing. Probably thinking how stupid she was for coming out here in a pair of dress shoes and a sparkling, skimpy mini dress. But heck, she hadn’t planned on being out here, either. It was just luck. Really bad luck.

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