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Flint
Fran Lee
Excerpt copyright 2014
Flint
Calderon rolled his head on the thin pillow with a groan. He wasn’t sure which
was worse…his hangover, or the pains from the way that fucking bronc had done a
tap dance all over him after his nice clean dismount. He ached from the ends of
his hair to his toenails. The slight noise that had awakened him stopped with
his groan.
He cracked one bleary eye open to see who
dared disturb him at this ungodly hour, ready to send the bastard scurrying for
cover. He couldn’t see anyone in the dim light from the parking lot filtering
in through the crack between the curtains of the motel room, but he was certain
that he’d heard someone open the door and close it quietly. He let his eye
droop closed and drew a deep breath in through his nose. It sure as shit wouldn't
be Curley. The elusive scent was definitely soft and gentle. And it was way too
early for maid service.
Shit! If Curley has given his room key to another fucking rodeo bunny,
I'm gonna kill his dumb ass.
“That you, Curley?” His voice sounded like
he had a wad of whiskey-soaked cotton stuck in his throat. No one answered, but
he heard a slight scuffling noise coming from the direction of the floor.
Suddenly tensing despite his pounding head and bruises, he stealthily lifted
his head and surveyed the room. If Curley had found his way back to the room
he’d answer, hangover or no. But his friend wasn’t flopped across the empty
bed. The only clothes he could see strewn around the other bed and the chair
were the ones he’d stripped off as he’d fallen into the sack a few hours back.
He listened carefully, and heard a soft thump as someone bumped into the
underside of his bed.
Gotcha.
He moved quickly, rolling over and
snagging the miscreant with one long arm as he hung out of his bed. From what
his hand caught, he was damn sure the thief was a “she”. The trapped intruder
gave a squeal of shock and struggled like a fish on a hook as he dragged her up
from the floor between the beds, rolling her over his body and then under him,
pinning her flat on her back as he settled his weight firmly over the little
wildcat.
“Okay, sweetheart…you want to explain why
you’re crawling around my floor in the middle of the night before I call the
cops?” He swore as the little hellcat tried to poke his eyes out and make a
break for it. He jerked both wrists over her head and secured them there with
one hand and reached for the lamp switch on the night stand with the other.
A shaky, muffled voice came from the face
that was pressed against his chest as dim light flooded the room. “I was just
trying to find a place to hi…” She corrected herself and went on. “Sleep…”
“So you broke into my room?” he growled,
shaking sleep from his muzzy head.
“I didn’t break in! The door wasn’t
locked. I didn’t know anyone was in here until you made a sound. I wasn’t
trying to steal anything. I just wanted to keep warm and dry. Just let me go
and I won’t bother you any more.”
Her lips and warm breath against his
nipple woke him up a bit more. Goosebumps spread over his chest and back.
Down, boy…
Hugs,
Fran
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