Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking

So Not A Cowboy

By

Starla Kaye

©2012 by Blushing Books® and Starla Kaye

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So Not A Cowboy

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Chapter One

“Men are scum. Absolutely, positively scum.” Mandy stated the fact to the half dozen blurry-faced women around her in the South Kihei Tiki Lounge. Reggae music filled the crowded restaurant-bar along with the party-happy voices of at least a hundred people.

A pair of thirty-something women, arms draped around each other, grinned and nodded. “Swore off them ages ago,” one of them said. She gave the other woman a kiss on the cheek.

“Scum, maybe.” A redhead with breasts struggling to stay inside a strapless dress smiled. “But they’re good for one thing…if you know what I mean.”

Mandy took another long drain of the Oh My Goddess drink someone had recommended and blinked at the fuzzy faces. Okay, maybe the faces weren’t actually blurry or fuzzy. It was probably her. She hadn’t drunk this much in months. This was a private celebration of being free, again. Not that she wanted to be “free,” but Chad did.

“Stupid jerk,” she grumbled at the thought of the latest disaster in her romantic history. She was swearing off men for good. Maybe she’d find a nice woman to…. No, not her thing. “I’ll just invest in more vibrators, get a nice variety. All they needed is batteries.”

“Sounds like a plan,” someone nearby commented.

Pleased with her decision, she drained the rest of her drink and licked her lips, sighing. Blueberries and pink lemonade.
Yummmm
.

“Another one?” asked the Hawaiian bartender in a bold island-style shirt, reaching for her glass. He studied her and frowned. “Maybe we should leave out the vodka this time.”

She jutted her chin up, although the quick movement made her dizzy. “Make it a double.”
Did you make this kind of a drink in a
double
? Whatever
. “Going to the ladies room,” she announced to nobody in particular.

The little band of groupies she’d acquired nodded and made room for her to get off the wicker-and-wood bar stool. She slid off, lost her balance, and landed hard on her butt on the floor. “Well damn.” She sat dazed and in shock, not quite sure how to get up with any kind of grace. The women around her just looked down at her and laughed.

She wasn’t amused. Her ass hurt. Annoyed, she raised an arm. “I could use a little help.”

The hand that clamped onto her arm was big, firm, and belonged to the handsome surfer-looking blond devil she’d seen watching her off and on from across the bar area most of the night. “Honey, you passed your drinking limit a while ago.”

“I’m just fine,” she said primly and tried to pull her arm free. “Never mind. I don’t need help.”

With a smirk, he let her go but didn’t move away. Her groupies stood around him, grinning like fools, enjoying the added entertainment to the night: her.

Irritated with them all, she wriggled around determined to get up off the floor. Her skirt was too short and she kept trying to tug it down to keep from showing things nobody here needed to see. Her noodle-like legs didn’t cooperate. This whole disaster could be blamed on stupid Chad. At least her older brother Drew wasn’t here to see the spectacle she was making of herself. He didn’t tolerate this kind of behavior. He’d haul her out of here and over his knee as soon as he could. Big, tough cowboy believed warming a woman’s butt was the answer to misbehavior. At least what
he
considered inappropriate behavior.

She snorted, grumbling, “I’m
not
misbehaving. I’m just having a hell of a bad night.”

“What did you say?” surfer boy asked.

Instead of repeating what he wasn’t meant to hear, she thrust her arm back at him. “I was wrong. I need your help.”

A sexy-as-sin smile slid into place and he pulled her up in front of him—faded jeans touching scandalously short dress. Even through the layers of clothing she felt an immediate hot flash. She noticed her women acquaintances all but eating him up with their hungry eyes. Except for the still-hugging ladies, although they looked him over good.

“Are you going to be okay now?” he asked still holding onto her. Striking blue eyes watched her with hints of both interest and disapproval.

“Perfectly fine.” Mandy tugged her arm free, spun to walk away, and her legs gave out proving her wrong.

He caught her under the arms before she landed on the floor again. “Maybe we have different definitions of ‘fine.’”

“Mandy,” the bartender said from behind them, “you need to go home.”

“I don’t want to go home.” Home was lonely, empty without Chad.
Stupid, cheating Chad!
“I’m cele… celebrating tonight.” She couldn’t seem to find any bones in her legs to stand on. Her brain was getting a bit fuzzy again.

“You’re done celebrating,” the bartender stated and walked away with her glass.

Evidently bored with her now, the groupies and others nearby watching her turned away.
Fine. I don’t need any of you anyway.
What she needed was to close her eyes and give in to the desire to crash for the night. It would be better not to do that here in the middle of the Tiki Lounge. She tried once more to make her legs work. Failed.

The man still holding her upright asked sounding resigned, “Where do you live, honey?”

She bristled. “I’m
not
your
honey
. I’m nobody’s honey!” Pain pinched her heart and she blinked back sudden tears. “I was. Now I’m not.”

“Where do you live?” he repeated, more gently this time.

Her thoughts were becoming more muddled.
Where do I live?
A vision of a small log house on a ranch flashed into her mind quickly followed by a high-rise apartment building somewhere, and then a bedroom overlooking a white sand beach. She blinked and looked around her. “Where exactly am I?”

“I should have cut you off an hour ago, Mandy.” The bartender walked around the bar to look down at her in concern. Then he focused on the man holding her up. “She has a condo somewhere about a half mile up the beach. She walks here most nights when she’s on the island. Doesn’t usually drink this much.”

Mandy’s head was getting heavy and she could barely keep her eyes open. “Tired.”

“Sleeping Beauty here isn’t walking home tonight.” Then somehow the man with the beautiful blue eyes and sleepy-bedroom voice managed to scoop her up into his arms. She needed to remember that she’d sworn off men. But, jeez, he smelled so good.

Erik studied the dead-to-the-world woman he’d laid down on his bed.
Gorgeous, with a capital G.
Brunettes weren’t usually his type or women who partied so hard they lost all touch with reality. But according to the bartender, this wasn’t her norm. Still, here she was…passed out and in a strange man’s bed. She was damn lucky
he
was the “strange man.” If ever a woman needed a spanking for being foolish, it was this one.

Shoving that thought aside, he yawned. He wanted nothing more than to crash for the night. The flight here today had been long. He’d had phone call after phone call from his “think tank boys” back in LA all excited because the realtor he’d chosen to use had found some amazing properties to consider for their new office building. At least amazing according to his “boys.” He wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of that. The craziness of his rapidly growing business was what had brought him here to Maui. He needed to get away from all of it, veg on the beach, do some surfing, find a willing woman…. Which brought him back to the problem at hand.

He sighed and shook his head. What might have been a “willing woman” now lie drunk and out for the count on the only bed in his rental beach house. He’d watched her most of the night, which had surprised him since there had been about a dozen pretty, flirty blondes like he preferred in the bar. More than a few had approached him. For whatever screwy reason, he’d rebuffed them, content to observe this Mandy Whoever drinking, laughing, and turning away one man after another. There had been a couple of clear lesbians in the group hanging with her, but he knew instinctively she didn’t lean that way. But he’d heard her “men are scum” ranting when the liquor had really gotten to her. It made him curious. Especially after her mumbled response of not being anyone’s “honey” now. He’d seen the sheen of tears in her eyes, too. Some man had hurt her and, even though he didn’t know her, he hated the idea.

She moved on the bed, shifting to her side and pulling one leg up. The skirt that had only reached to mid-thigh now bunched around her crotch. He saw the patch of curly dark hair and realized she wasn’t wearing underwear. Lust tore through him. Again. He’d gone steel rod hard the second he’d picked her up. Still was, he’d just been trying to ignore the problem.

Cold shower
.
Now
. She was probably uncomfortable in the dress, but no way could he take it off and find the restraint not to do something he shouldn’t.
Shower. Focus. And not on
her
.

* * *

Mandy rolled over, blinked an eye open, and sun shining in a pair of sliding glass doors nearly blinded her. “Oh gawd,” she groaned and turned her head the other way.

Several things happened at once. Her head threatened to explode from the quiet groan alone. Her stomach promised immediate payback for a night spent drinking too much liquor. And she gaped in shock at finding Surfer Stud looking back at her from where he slept naked except for a pair of navy boxers next to her. She could easily imagine him full a ‘la carte yummy without the boxers.

“What are you doing here?” She barely got the words out before she scrambled off the bed, hand to her mouth. Then she realized this wasn’t
her
bedroom. Panic swept over her. She needed to find the bathroom ASAP.

The same man who had come to her rescue last night came to her rescue again. He was beside her in a flash and pushing her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Before she could protest, he caught up her long hair and bent her over the porcelain throne. She heaved up everything in her, wanting to die of humiliation.

“Better now?” As she slowly straightened, he released her hair.