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

Forever 1

DESTINY
BLAINE

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

“Son-of-a-blasted-bitch!” Corbin exclaimed, falling against the bed. “What the ever-lovin’ hell was that?”

“You like,
sí
?” Maria asked, draping herself across Corbin’s damp body. “Maria make cowboy feel nice
,
yes?”

Corbin turned on his side and stared at the alarm clock. According to the flashing red digits, it was seven o’clock in the morning. Good hell, he’d been playing with Maria all night. Trying to catch his breath, he gently pushed aside her pawing hands and reached for his jeans.

He needed to make a clean escape before she killed him.

“Sí, señorita,”
he grumbled, hoping those words would be the last spoken to the whore he’d never meant to keep for longer than an hour. His plans had been shot to hell, but then again, he couldn’t blame his insatiable greed entirely on the younger woman. He’d been a desperate bastard after he discovered she was working the streets for the first time.

Maria was making a hooker’s debut. He was customer number one.

Corbin sure liked going first.

“I want to meet your
familia
,” she called out as he grabbed his dusty boots.

“I’m sure you do,” Corbin said, studying her from the doorway. If his momma could see him now, she’d give him a swift kick in the ass. He must’ve been a sick man thinking about his poor mother right then.

His gaze held on Maria’s pierced nipples. What he’d give to lap at those precious gems for a few more minutes.

Maria stared at his crotch. She extended her forefinger back and forth. “Come here,
se
ñor
. I want blindfold and handcuffs again. Maria is still a very bad girl.”

Corbin could listen to her roll her tongue over a few more syllables while he curled his own around those tightly drawn buds she proudly flaunted. Only, damn it! He knew better. Maria was primed and ready. The gal wanted to go home with him.

His mouth dried at that. Shit! He needed to get the hell out of there while the gettin’ was good.

He shrugged on his shirt as fast as possible, never bothering to button up the front.
There was no way he was going back over to that bed. Maria performed well and wore his cock plumb out. In fact, he’d be lucky if he ever had the opportunity to use the damn thing again.

Corbin jumped once, worked his jeans over his hips, fastened his belt, and made up his mind. He was running from a bandit, a woman trying to steal away with a little more than his money and time. Why after the way she’d acted, apparently the whore wanted to keep his dick as a memento, maybe a prize.

He was in such a hurry to get away from the saucy siren that he skipped a hot shower. He would race back to the campground and with any luck, bathe alone. He hoped Travis was still on the lot so he could clean up and grab a bitter cup of instant coffee.

“
Where you going, se
ñor
?
You scare me when you leave me like this.”

Corbin cleared his throat, ready for that expedient exit. The young woman needed to get a grip on her attachment issues if she planned on making a career out of sex.

Grabbing his cowboy hat, Corbin shot her a wink and then pulled a few crisp one hundred dollar bills from his pocket. Slapping them on the bedside table, he said, “I’ll be seeing you, Maria.”

Her thick bottom lip stuck out in a formidable pout. “When,
señor
?”

He closed the door before she whined some more, or worse, started to cry. He hated tears. Besides, Maria needed thicker skin. She chose this profession for herself, and she should’ve considered herself lucky he was such a generous guy. The going rate had been a hundred bucks, and he’d left her enough to pay a month’s rent somewhere other than a roadside inn.

Entering his truck, he slid behind the wheel and glared at the hotel room he’d just left. Maria was in the window, putting on quite a show, touching herself and making sure he realized she was still good to go. On second thought, he mused. Maria was right where she ought to be. And his first intuition was correct—he needed to get the hell out of there before the woman killed him.

Cranking the truck, he threw his arm over the seat and backed out of the parking space. Glancing in his rearview mirror, he saw the last of the dark-haired Mexican beauty.

Taking a deep breath, he took a left on the state highway and laid a heavy foot to the pedal. Thank the good Lord. He’d made it out of there.

Travis had been right about Maria from the start. He’d warned him the senoritas were all after one thing—a cowboy-husband with plenty of money.

Corbin raked his hand across his face. If Corbin wanted a wife, he damn well knew where he’d find her.

But he didn’t want a ball and chain—at least not yet.

* * * *

“You had company while you were dabbling on the wrong side of town,” Travis told him when he stepped out of the shower.

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Pretty little Southern
belle
stopped by this mornin’ looking for you.”

“Bella was here?” Corbin asked, scrubbing his head with a light blue towel. “She’s a long way from home.”

“Sure was,” Travis replied, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“What’d you tell her?”

“I didn’t have to say much, man. She shared plenty.”

“Quit beating around the bush,” Corbin said, reaching above the small sink for a mug. “What was she doing here?”

“She heard you were in town for the rodeo and dropped by.”

“Guess she just happened to be in the area?”

“Reckon so,” Travis replied.

“You should’ve told her our place was a little closer. Shamrock ain’t that big, and
San Antonio
is too big for Bella.”

“Apparently not. She still found you,” Travis said, frowning. “And I don’t think she liked what she saw if you wanna know the straight of it.”

“You should’ve told her she was a day late,” Corbin said, in pursuit of his first cup of brew. “If you were a real pal, you would’ve told her I don’t like surprise visitors, particularly when I’m out of town.”

“Yep, I reckon I could’ve done just that. Then again, don’t think it would’ve mattered either way. See, Bella didn’t miss the rodeo, buddy. You haven’t listened to a word I’ve been sayin’. Bella arrived here day before yesterday. And from what I gathered, she experienced all
San Antonio
had to offer and then some.”

Corbin clutched his chipped clay mug. “What are you saying?”

“She followed you, Corbin, and looks like if you wanted to shake her off and lose her forever, you’ve finally accomplished what you set out to do. I doubt you’ll hear from Bella again.”

Corbin’s heart nearly stopped when Travis vocalized such an assumption. “What’d she see exactly?”

“She had a front row seat, buddy, and from what she said, I don’t think the woman missed much. In fact, from what I can make out, Bella earned quite an education.”