Blaine, Destiny - Roping in Forever [Forever 1] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free

her. She won’t have all those silly little fantasies by the time Benson takes her on a first ride.”
    Corbin flinched. “Are you trying to make me feel worse?”
    “I’m not tryin’ to do anything except tell ya the straight of it, buddy. Women like Bella want a man they can keep. We ain’t keepers and you know it. We’re married to the rodeo.
    “Let someone else teach Bella the ropes. Then, one of these days, you can slip into her bed and have yourself a real fine time. You can wake up in the morning, kiss her good-bye and then be on your way. Benson will make your life easier. All the town gossips say he loves ’em hard and leaves ’em tired…and fully trained for a better way of life, if you understand my meaning.”
    “Bella deserves better than Benson.”
    “After what she saw in San Antonio , she deserves better than you, too.”

Chapter Five

    Cowboys and Cowgirls was hopping. The grand opening was such a huge success that there had been a waiting list just to drive through the gates. Kegs were tapped, and the party outside was alive with chatter, music, and free-flowing alcohol.
    Bella was nervous. She’d never been to a bonfire, much less a nightclub, and she’d never tasted a mixed drink until Benson handed her a shot of what he called Hot-Sex-on-the-Beach.
    Draping his arm around her shoulder, he whispered, “This crowd is something else, huh?”
    Bella locked gazes with Corbin, spotting him the second he walked through the lower fields, strolling toward an exhibitor’s tent where provocative apparel and sex toys were sold. “It’s something all right,” she agreed, feeling that familiar lump in her throat.
    Taking a sip of her fruity beverage, Bella puckered. The tangy fruit drink was sweet to the palate but stout enough to alarm all other senses.
    Benson watched her with curious eyes. “I told the bartender to make it a strong one. Good?”
    “Yes,” she replied, smiling up at him. “It’s delicious. Thank you.”
    He winked. “That’s my girl. Drink up. We should be inside in about half an hour.”
    Bella raised her plastic cup and took another sip. About that time, Benson spotted someone he knew. “Hey, wait right here. I’ll be back.”
    She nodded and then stood there alone, watching Corbin as he made his way through the crowd. Oh boy. Here comes trouble.
    Unfortunately, trouble trotted over without so much as a pause in his gait.
    “Bella,” Corbin muttered, tilting the brim of his hat.
    “Corbin,” she said nervously, swirling her drink and refusing to meet his gaze.
    “You look nice tonight,” he said, staring at the low-cut scoop of her red tank. “I’m surprised your momma let you out of the house dressed like that.”
    Bella felt her skin heat. His hot gaze dripped over her like melted butterscotch. She glanced over his shoulder, searching the crowd for Benson.
    “How ya been?”
    “Good,” she quickly answered, clearing her throat. “Great, in fact. Never better.”
    He grunted. “What ’cha got there in that cup?”
    “A fruity cocktail. I don’t like beer.”
    “You ain’t old enough to be drinking a’ tall.”
    “I’m twenty-one now, Corbin.”
    “So maybe you are,” Corbin rasped. “Age won’t matter here anyhow. Once you get inside that club, you’re gonna see right fast that you’re in the wrong place with the wrong man.”
    “Why Corbin, you sound downright jealous.”
    He eyed her breasts again. This time his gaping wasn’t a stare and go. He made sure she understood precisely where he’d chosen to look. “I ain’t ashamed to admit it. You and I both know if you’re gonna be here, you ought to be on my arm.”
    Immediately, Bella remembered how envy had taken hold of her. It was all she could do to keep from closing her eyes and reliving the night she’d watched Corbin with that Mexican girl at the San Antonio roadside motel. Feeling self-conscious, she raised her cup and finished off her beverage.
    “Well, it’s good to see