Love Under the Western Skies

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Nash: When you're back, come up to my room alone

Madison was gorgeous, it was hardly believable that this angel decided that I was the lucky asshole that got to claim her. She was on the stage with her best friend, both of them tipsy and giggling as they sang their way through Man I feel like a woman, they had the entire bar captivated, bopping along to their performance as they strutted down the karaoke stage.

Nathan and I sat at the bar, my legs were parted as I held Madison's drink in one hand and my beer in the other. Nash's message didn't even send panic licking up my spine like it normally would. I was too fucking entranced by his beautiful daughter who was looking over at me and smiling so wide I thought she was going to burst. She handed the microphone back to the announcer when she was done, hopping off the stage and heading straight toward me. My beer clanked against the glass top of the bar when Madison approached, her lithe body between my legs while my arm came down around her waist. "You're a stunner Madison," I called over the music, her blue eyes meeting mine when she took a generous drink from her plastic cup, the alcohol hitting her system immediately, nothing was too strong, but she was tipsy. "I'm a lucky man."

"Stop," Madison giggled, playfully hitting my chest before laying her head on my shoulder, "People are gonna hear you, what about your reputation I'm trying to fix?"

"Oh you fixed it, pretty girl," her cheeks flushed red at the nickname, and I loved being able to do that to her, "You wrangled the rowdy cowboy in and made him a family man who has the cutest son, and the fuckin hottest mama the rodeo circuit has ever seen," her eyes fluttered shut when I leaned closer to her ear, Madison got flirty when she was tipsy, and I loved playing with her over it. Her being tipsy made her tongue looser and I was able to push the line on what was acceptable to say in public, but would have no issue saying in private. "Plus why would I want to keep sleeping around when I have the best girl who has me wrapped around her fucking finger and I know how to make her sing," I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh, gripping the skin while she gasped, "I know how to make my girl tremble and her body cry for me. Why would I want to get rid of that?"

"Steve," Madison looked at me with wide eyes, "You can't say that to me in public, you know what it does."

"Do I?" I placed my hands on her hips so I could turn her towards me, the lime green alcohol in her cup sloshing and a few drops landing on her skin, making her shiver. "Does it make you want to go into the bathroom, unzip my pants and take what's yours? Do you want to let the whole bar know that Steve Rogers is a weak man when it comes to you? Do you want me to drop to my knees and worship you, make you scream when my tongue licks up the inside of that pretty thigh, and kiss that beautiful scar?" I leaned forward, my tongue dragging up her neck before I sucked on her earlobe. "Is that what you want Madison?"

"Take me back to the hotel," She was shivering in my hands, goosebumps rising in the wake of my fingers when I trailed them up her exposed arms, "Please take me back, I want you, no," she paused, cupping my face, "I need you."

"Let's go." I threw back the rest of my beer, letting Madison finish off her drink before we were both rushing out of the bar. Madison was tucked into my side, the cold night air biting into our skin as we walked down the sidewalk. Our boots clicked as we stepped onto the marble tile of the hotel, making our way to the elevator. "I have to go upstairs to Nash," I whispered against her skin when I got her into the elevator, my back against the metal while she stood between my legs, my teeth dragging up her throat, "I want you in bed, with nothing on when I get back, do you understand?"