Chapter Twelve
Alexa leaned back against her cowboy lover and cooed. The middle of the night, the moon was out, the sky bright and filled with stars. Even the lights of the city couldn’t dim the display cast by the heavens on this clear cool night. Bo wasn’t much of a cowboy, never roped cattle as far as she knew. But he had cowboy sensibilities. He was gruff, a little gnarled, but he moved with surprising grace – and the artist in him knew what to do with his hips and feet as he crooned his bluesy bluegrass, and picked country tunes on his ancient Martin.
His hand rested on her ass, where every few minutes she’d feel a gentle squeezing send another shooting dart of lust through her hungry body. They’d just f****d and now were on the porch cooling off. He wore jeans, nothing else, not e
