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Authors: Bridget Hollister

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"I get that a lot," he said with a grin.

"And the women?" she asked cautiously.

"Well, that part is slightly true. Hell, it gets lonely out on the road…" He ran his fingers through her dark-brown tresses again, stopping to stroke his thumb across her delicate jawline. "But the real truth is I haven't found someone who spurred my interest… yet."

Staring into Clay's deep blue eyes, Charity silently willed him to kiss her again. There was something mesmerizing about this man, although she wasn't entirely sure what it was. This new information he had offered her completely rocked every impression she had ever had of him and it shook her to the core.

Only a mere moment later, almost as though he had read her thoughts again, Clay's lips covered hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she quickly found herself pressing him back against the mattress and straddling his still-naked body. Covering his chest in a trail of soft pecks, she could already feel the hardness of his manhood returning against her flat belly.

A slight moan laced with her name escaped Clay's throat as she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. Circling the tip with her tongue, she bobbed her head up and down causing him to close his eyes in enjoyment.

Charity could taste the saltiness of his skin, which only turned her on further. She longed to have him buried deep insider her again, feeling the throbbing of every inch he offered.

After she felt as though she had aroused him just enough, she reached off to the bedside table and grabbed Clay's wallet. Handing it to him, Charity didn't have to explain what she wanted him to do. Pulling out another condom, he tore the wrapper quickly and slipped it over his hardness.

Planting her knees on the bed and lowering herself onto him, Charity let out a moan as she took in his entire length.

Rotating her hips in a clockwise motion, Charity found just the perfect rhythm. She let out a cry when Clay reached up and began circling her already swollen and ultra sensitive clit with a light touch.

It only took a few more swift movements before she started vibrating around his cock in a massive orgasmic spasm. The mere sensation of her body reacting to his was enough for Clay, and a moment later he let out a growl of pleasure of his own.

"Damn, girl. That was amazing," he panted as she crawled off him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were the one who rode bulls for a living, with the way you balanced like that and all."

Charity chuckled, her eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion. "Well, next time we'll test your center of gravity. See if you can hold on longer than eight seconds while I'm bucking underneath you."

"I like that idea," he said with a smirk as she laid her head on his shoulder.

As the sun started to peek over the horizon and stream light inside the tiny apartment-bedroom window, Charity let out a soft sigh. Falling asleep in the arms of a cowboy who had, on a daily basis, caused her so much grief went against everything she had based her life in Broken Branch on. But, she forced herself not to worry about it. Instead, she drifted off to sleep feeling safe and warm in the strength of his embrace.

***

"Knock, knock!" Ginny Blevins's voice rang through the silence of the morning and into the small apartment.

Panic swept through Charity. She'd promised Garrett that she would get Clay out of there before Ginny found out. But, here they were, still sweaty from a second round of morning fucking.

"Ummm… Just a minute, Ginny! Be right there!" Charity scrambled out of bed, tossing on jeans, a bra, and one of Clay's white-under shirts that sat folded on the top of the dresser.

Clay raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled her hair up into a quick ponytail. "I like that shirt on you."

"Shhh!" Charity hissed softly. "Garrett didn't tell her that you were here. I was supposed to have you gone by now…"

A loud laugh escaped Clay's throat. He leaned across the bed and cupped her cheek, pressing a smooth kiss on her lips. "Just another way we've been had, darlin', remember?" he asked coolly. "Ginny's the one who brought me up here and offered to let me stay the night. In fact, I'd bet a dollar or two that she orchestrated this whole thing. Garrett's probably just along for the ride."

Charity's mouth dropped open. Those two really had played her.

"Morning, Gin!" Clay cheerfully shouted to the living room from his perch on the bed.

"Hey, Clay. You hungry? I brought breakfast for y'all," Ginny hollered from the living room.

Charity didn't know whether to be thankful or furious. Not only had Ginny and Garrett set her up for this, they assumed she'd still be at the apartment the next morning. Color rose in her cheeks when she realized that they had also probably assumed that she and Clay had slept together.

For the first time in a long time, she was absolutely speechless. Walking into the living room, she took a seat at the small dining table where Ginny had set out platters of scrambled eggs, biscuits, and homemade gravy.

"I figured you two would need a good meal before the big event later today," the older woman said with a wink.

Before Charity could reply, Clay waltzed into the room fully dressed. "Nice touch, locking the door and all," he said to Garrett, who was lazily perched on the love seat. "Point proven, buddy."

"Worked, didn't it? She's still here this morning." Garrett replied, a smirk playing with the edges of his mouth.

Charity couldn't help but feel ready to scream. "Uh, hello? I'm still actually in the room…"

Ginny laughed. "We're all adults here. Besides, I figured you two just needed a little push in the right direction…"

Charity opened her mouth and shut it, at a complete loss for words as to why Ginny Blevins decided to play matchmaker between her and Clay.

"A push? Gin, that was like a shove off a cliff!" Clay bellowed. "But, hey… It's all good."

Charity was ready to explode. Here, she had spent a passionate night with Clay and poured her heart out to him. Now, he acted like this was some sort of joke.

"All three of you are insane," she shouted, standing up and gathering her things. "I've got a big day today.
We've
got a big event today." And with that, Charity marched out the door and to her waiting vehicle. She thought for a moment that Clay might follow her, but heard Garrett tell him to sit down instead.

On the way back to her apartment, she let out a huge sigh. Despite knowing exactly what she had gotten herself into, she couldn't help but realize she had huge feelings for Clay. This, in a big way, affected her job at the PRRA.

"Rule number seven," Charity said aloud. "Biting me in the ass once again."

***

It had been a week since their encounter in the Blevinses' barn apartment.

Charity hadn't heard a single peep from Clay and she began to wonder if the whole thing had been another of his wild flings. Even during the rodeo event in Broken Branch, he had kept his distance.

Of course, she hadn't had to bail him out of trouble since then, either.

Sitting in her tiny PRRA office, she found herself daydreaming about the night they had shared together. Charity licked her lips as she thought about the way he understood exactly what she wanted and what it took to make her body surrender. And the way he had listened to her story about San Diego and why rule number seven came into effect.

Or what he had revealed about his bad boy reputation.

Most of all, she reminisced about how right it felt in his arms, falling asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

"Get a grip, girl!" Charity whispered under her breath, trying the keep her body from reacting to her seductive thoughts. In fact, her focus on the moment had her so mesmerized that she didn't notice the handsome cowboy standing in the doorway.

"Hey," Clay said, soft and low.

"Uh… Hey, Clay." Charity rearranged paperwork on her desk to make it appear as though she were extra busy. "What can I help you with?"

A hurt look crossed his face for a moment and she knew something was up. Closing the door behind him and turning the lock, he moved closer to Charity. He kissed her lips with slow smoldering passion, leaving no doubt as to why he had come to see her.

"Clay, look… You don't have to do this," she whispered. Self-preservation had long been her way of emotional survival. Keeping a cool head, Charity decided, was the only way to get out of the situation without getting her heart broken. "We had a good fling. Sure. Why don't we just leave it to what it was and go back to just working together."

Clay clenched his jaw and stepped back, putting an arm's length of distance between them. "I actually came here to talk to you about that."

A confused expression crossed her face. Yet again, this man had her completely befuddled.

"Here's the thing, Charity. When I said I hadn't found a woman who interested me yet, I lied. This wasn't exactly just a setup by a crazy couple hell bent on getting me to settle down." Clay pulled off his ball cap, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "This has been brewing for months. Since you came to Broken Branch, really."

Charity couldn't believe what she heard. All this time—while he screwed buckle bunnies and rodeo groupies left and right—his thoughts were of her?

"I meant what I said the other night about you being different. You're special. I mean that." She could tell he felt nervous by the way he kept running his fingers through his hair.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is… Charity Marks, will you give me the opportunity to quit making an ass of myself and show you that I can actually be a pretty decent guy?"

Charity giggled before kissing him hard. "Why, Clay Cooper… I thought you'd never ask."

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