Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine's Day (7 page)

Everyone turned to look at Kira and Dallas.

At their stares, he almost dropped his hand from her back,
but he stood firm. He knew he'd get shit from Jayden and Boone, maybe even from
Gigi and Stormie, but he wanted to show them that Kira was his woman. For right
now, anyway.

He whispered in her ear, "See you soon, sexy."

She turned her face toward him and he stole a kiss.

"Oh man." Jayden crossed his arms over his chest.
"Stop with the mushy stuff and let's get partying."

Dallas tugged Kira tighter. "It's Valentine's Day
tomorrow. Mushy is good."

Kira laughed and slid out of his grasp. "See you soon,
big guy."

The women climbed into their Hummer and headed north. The
men piled in theirs and headed south. They ate steak dinners in a reserved
party room at one of the casinos on the strip, then headed to two other casinos
for drinks in the bars.

At one bar, Boone sent Dallas the picture of all six of them
at the Roundup Bar earlier that day toasting with their giant drinks. Dallas
saved the picture and stared a few minutes at Kira's expression. God, she was
pretty. Boone took the opportunity to bring up Gigi's concerns about Kira, but
said he only poked his nose in Dallas's business because the boss told him to.

Dallas had no response, and they let it drop. Boone was used
to his silences, and knew that it didn't mean Dallas wasn't listening.

Around midnight, the men arrived at the strip club.

The girls' Hummer was already there. The building had two
levels, the female exotic dancers worked the lower level, and the males worked
the top floor.

In the dark room, lights flashed where the women danced on
the stage. The cowboys slipped into their reserved booth, which had a pole
centered in the middle of the table. "Hello, happiness." Rance hauled
out his wallet and ordered the well-primed cowboys a round of longnecks and
whiskey shots.

Jayden took out his own wallet and set a small stack of
twenties in front of Boone. "Dad told me to make sure you have a good time
tonight."

Boone shook his head. They'd positioned him at the end of
the booth. "I'll let you buy me one lap dance, but I'm not gonna be—"

"Bullshit." Rance stood, placed his finger and
thumb into his mouth, and whistled loudly.

A couple of the girls noticed them and wandered over, big
smiles on their faces.

Dallas hid his grin. Rance was a wild one, a bull rider
gaining on Boone in the rankings. With his green eyes, black hair, and loud
personality, the guy always attracted plenty of women. Rowdy women. Rance and
Jayden were buddies, and had gotten into trouble together at a few bars on the
rodeo circuit.

"We're each buying you a dance." Rance held up a
fifty. "I'll get the first one." He pointed to a cute blonde, then rapped
his knuckles on the pole. She nodded and jumped up on the table.

Dallas took a breath and prepared for a crazy night.

Two hours later, after Boone had accepted five lap dances,
he stood and made a slashing motion. "That's all I can take, fellas. Anyone
wanna go upstairs with me and see what the girls are doing?"

"Yeah." Dallas stood. He'd been thinking of Kira,
wondering what she was up to. Was she a quiet watcher like he was? Tipping the
dancers, but not buying himself lap dances? Or was she leading the zaniness,
like Rance? Probably somewhere in the middle…he hoped.

Jayden and Rance both jumped up, Jayden slid out of the
booth, Rance went over the top of the table. Somebody'd had plenty enough to
drink. Maybe too much. Dallas had limited himself, sliding the shots they
bought for him across the table. It just wasn't his idea of a good time,
getting sloppy drunk.

The four of them walked up the steps. The music filling the
stairwell changed from sexy and feminine in the female dancers' area to hard
and thumping coming from where the men danced.

They stepped into a dark room with purple and red
floodlights. Right inside the door, a couple stood, the woman held a drink in
one hand and with the other, petted the chest of a man wearing only a Tarzan
loincloth.

Dallas couldn't help the way his lip curled. He wouldn't be
staying up here long, that was certain.

On an L-shaped stage, a man danced in thong underwear,
smiling stupidly as a redhead slid folding money into his… Redhead?
"Shit." He'd know that hair anywhere. Kira and the other five girls
sat on chairs along the stage, their backs to the door where Dallas and the
other cowboys stood. A fluffy white veil revealed which one was Gigi.

Boone leaned over. "I'm taking mine," he shouted.
"We'll grab one of the Hummers." He looked at Dallas. "Make sure
everyone gets in the other one okay."

Dallas nodded, already having planned to round them up and
herd them back to the hotel.

Boone pointed a finger at Jayden, pinning him with a glare.
"Make sure nothing happens to Stormie."

When Jayden lifted his hands and gave his brother an
innocent look, Boone used his finger to poke Jayden in the chest.
"Nothing. Got it?"

Jayden knocked Boone's hand aside. "Yeah, yeah. Just
get your woman and get out of here. We'll be safe with old Dallas here in
charge."

Boone stared at his brother, then shook his head, as if
giving up.

Dallas took the insult and swallowed it. He couldn't help
being the responsible person he was. Hell, if he ever let loose, his buddies
would have him locked up and examined for extraterrestrial infiltration.

Boone smacked Dallas on the shoulder. "Thanks for an
outstanding night." He looked at Dallas and Jayden. "You guys really
pulled it together for me."

Dallas had done all the planning. Jayden had taken half the
credit, but it didn't matter. It was Boone's last fling before he settled down.
He just wanted his buddy to have a good time.

Boone strolled to where their women sat. He bent and
whispered something to his fiancée, and she stood and threw her arms around
him. Boone dipped her backward, real low, kissing her soundly.

The other girls stood and cheered, someone put a spotlight
on the kissing couple, and the crowd joined in the hoots. The two of them
parted, Gigi grabbed her little purse and turned to hug each of her friends.
The front of her shirt was lit with multicolored lights announcing, "Bride
to Be."

Rance laughed. "Bet Boone gets a shock trying to get
her out of that contraption."

Dallas smiled and pulled out his camera, hitting the video
button to record Boone and Gigi.

Jayden nudged the other cowboy. "Hey, that's my future
sister-in-law you're talking about."

"My apologies." Rance elbowed Jayden. "But
wasn't it you who told me my sister was the hottest piece you'd seen in a
month?"

Jayden had the smarts to dip his head. "All right.
We're both pigs."

When Boone bent and swept Gigi up into his arms, a loud
"Awww" went up from a hundred female voices. Still in the spotlight,
they walked toward the door.

Dallas filmed the scene to be used as footage at their
wedding reception.

Gigi gave the three of them a finger wave as Boone carried
her past them and out the door.

"Cowboys!" a very loud female voice called as the
spotlight landed on Rance, Jayden, and him.

"Oh shit." This was outside Dallas's comfort zone.
He couldn't see much for the light in his eyes or he'd skedaddle.

The rest of the crowd took up the chant.

Jayden lifted his cowboy hat and swung it above his head,
his grin downright naughty.

Rance set his fists on his hips and bulged out his chest, smiling
and winking.

"Oh hell. Why not?" Dallas stuck his thumbs in his
pockets, bracketing his package, and stood hipshot like Jayden had shown him.
He forced a wide smile.

Over the din of the cheering women, he heard Kira's voice.
"That's my cowboy!"

Dallas lifted a hand in a gunshot move toward her general
direction.

He heard her laughter ring across the room.

The music changed to a famous song about riding a cowboy
instead of a horse. "C'mon boys, show us your stuff," the DJ called
over the speakers.

In the seconds it took for Rance and Dallas to give each
other the "let's get out of here" nods, Jayden had stepped forward.
The spotlight followed him.

"There he goes." Rance leaned back against the
doorjamb. "And he calls me crazy."

Dallas pulled out his phone and pressed the video record
button. "You are crazy, bull rider. But that boy's one head injury short
of being certifiable."

****

Kira watched as Jayden used Gigi's empty chair to step up on
the stage.

A bouncer shouted for him to get down, but the DJ said,
"Let's see what he's got for us, right, ladies?"

The crowd went wild.

"Unreal." Kira looked at Stormie.

Her cousin's eyes were wide and her smile a little shocked.
"Oooh, look at him."

"That's what you want to get yourself mixed up
with?" Kira gestured to Jayden as he strode along the stage just grinning
at the women who held up dollar bills toward him.

"He's so cute." Stormie laid her hand over her
heart.

"Oh no you don't." Kira pinched her cousin's arm.
"Snap out of it. No rodeo cowboys, hear me?"

Stormie gave her the evil eye. "Like you and Dallas
weren't banging around up in your suite this afternoon.”

Kira had no response to that slice of truth.

Jayden finished his tour of the stage and called,
"Stormie!"

She turned toward him as he ran and fell to his knees,
sliding to a stop in front of her. "Wanna stick a dollar in my
pants?"

Kira rolled her eyes. "Really?"

Stormie laughed like a teenager. "I can think of a few
more interesting things I'd like to stick in there."

Kira grimaced. "Really?"

Jayden jumped down from the stage, took Stormie's hand, and
tugged her with him toward the exit.

Kira made a few steps to follow, but Dallas stopped Jayden
at the door. A lot of angry gestures flew between them, some finger pointing,
then Dallas nodded, listened to whatever Stormie had to say, and let them go.

Grabbing her purse, Kira stomped to where Dallas stood next
to another cowboy she'd seen outside the casino earlier. "Why did you let
them go?"

He took her arms in his big hands. "They're okay. They
just want to spend some time alone together. Jayden promised nothing would
happen except some kissing."

"And you believe him because…" She tilted her
head, waiting.

"Because Stormie promised to leave Jayden a virgin when
she finished with him."

Kira broke out laughing.

Dallas grinned then laughed, too.

"God, I hope she does. He does." She waved her
hands. "I hope both of them don't."

Dallas put his arm around her shoulders. "I'll call and
check on them later." He turned her to face the other cowboy. "Kira,
meet Rance. He rides bulls."

She held out her hand as the other three women in the
bachelorette party joined them. She and Rance shook hands, and Kira introduced
the cowboys to Gigi's and her friends from New York, Annie, Taylor, and Bree.

Taylor looked a little shocked behind her heavy glasses, but
she was the quiet one of the group. This whole night had been a little over the
top. Petite and mousy, she had barely said a word when they'd had dinner at
Gigi's favorite restaurant overlooking the huge outdoor fountains on the strip.

When they'd stopped at two clubs and gone out onto the dance
floor as a group, Taylor stayed on the periphery, never jumping into the middle
of their dance circle.

Rance tugged Taylor's high ponytail. "You're kinda
quiet, little missy. Everything okay?"

Taylor hugged her purse to her chest and nodded, her lips
tightly pursed.

"C'mon." Dallas included all the women and Rance.
"Let's go get the rest of those cowboys and take the Hummer somewhere we
can dance."

Everyone else headed downstairs, leaving Dallas and Kira
standing close together.

Kira tapped the big championship buckle he wore. "Do I
get to polish your buckle, cowboy?"

"Sweetheart…" He kissed her temple. "You can
polish anything of mine you like."

Kira licked her lips. When she got him alone… "I want
to taste you, take you all the way into my mouth. All the way down my
throat."

Dallas did his growl and his eyes narrowed.
"Yeah?"

"Mm hm. And I want to swallow you, swallow your head
and your cum and suck you dry, then lick you clean."

"Kira." He glanced around. "Let's get a cab
and go—"

"Nope." She patted his belly. "Dancing first,
then sexing."

"Sexing. Great." He took her hand and led her down
the stairs. "But I'm warning you. We'll be dancin' mighty fast."

Two hours later, Dallas half-carried Kira into their suite.
The woman could dance, but definitely lacked the ability to hold her liquor.

"…and then Taylor said, 'I don't approve of harming
animals for profit', and Rance says, 'You don't know one thing about rodeo,
city girl. So don't go making generalizations…' and that's when Taylor threw
her drink in his face."

"Shit." Dallas hadn't witnessed the scene, but
he'd seen the death stares Taylor and Rance gave each other in the Hummer on
the way back to the hotel.

Kira tripped and dropped her purse. "Oops."

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom.
Her suitcase and his duffle bag stood where they'd left them earlier when they
grabbed them from their rooms before heading down to meet everyone in front of
the casino.

"Turn off your phone, cowboy." Her words slurred
slightly.

"Not gonna happen." Setting her down on the bed,
he slid off her sandals. "Let me get your toothbrush."

"Why would I brush my teeth before I fill my mouth with
your sweet cum?" Her smile wobbled and she blinked to keep her eyes open.