All the Way Back
A Wayback, Texas, story
A Wayback, Texas, story
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| Coming in print this fall as part of the Wild Wayback Nights anthology |
| Drew Lawson left Wayback for the army a long time ago. Now he’s back, a little older and a lot wiser, but the past still haunts him. Music teacher Annie Zykov had a crush on Drew when she was a kid, but what she feels for the man is something else entirely. With Annie’s help, can Drew come to grips with his past and learn to face the future? Is love what it takes to bring him All the Way Back? Excerpt: “May I have this dance?” Big green cat-eyes blinked up at him and her mouth hung open for just a second before she shook her head as if clearing it, sending that long dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. “You sure you want it?” Drew didn’t miss her double meaning and his cock throbbed behind jeans that hadn’t been too tight when he’d put them on. Her previous partner just rolled his eyes and strode away. “Yeah.” His voice came out husky, but he didn’t care if she knew he was aroused. The song was a two-step this time, and he hoped to hell he remembered how to do it, but at this point he was willing to make an ass out of himself, if that’s what it took to get back in her good graces. “I’m sure.” Her smile was stunning. “Well then, Tex. I’d love to dance.” She moved into his arms and he swung her around, picking up the steps as if he’d never been gone. He guessed some things were just embedded into your physical memory. Riding a bike, disassembling and reassembling a sniper rifle, and it looked like, dancing the Texas two- step. They didn’t talk this time. Drew had to concentrate on the dance, and Annie just seemed to lose herself in the music. By the time the song ended, they were both flushed and breathing heavily. Annie smoothed her hair away from her face and gave him a lopsided grin. Drew just hauled in a breath. The band segued into a slow, sweet number that Drew didn’t recognize—he hadn’t kept up on musical trends much while he’d been overseas. He shifted his hold, and Annie settled in closer, her movements as easy and natural as if she belonged in his arms. Her small, soft hand settled on his chest and he felt the warmth through the thin cotton of his western style shirt. Her hair smelled like sunshine—at least to him. As they stepped and swayed to the music, he pulled her closer against him, until her stomach rubbed against the persistent bulge in his jeans with every movement. “Can I drive you home?” he growled softly when the music stopped again. He hadn’t let her go—he hated to give up the feel of that heat and softness. It had been so damned long since he’d felt this alive. “Y-yeah,” she agreed, sucking in a ragged breath. “I could use some air.” |