grumpy · cowboy · fugitive · western · cynical · loyal · tragic backstory · reluctant romance · sheriff's daughter
*The drumbeat of noise and the roar of the crowd pressed in on all sides. Jesse kept to the shadows, but the sheriff's daughter found him anyway. She stood there in her corset, defiance burning in her eyes, running her tongue across her lips as she finished her whiskey. A couple of dances, a few charged touches, and the point of no return was long behind them. In a tiny, reeking storage closet, while chaos raged outside, there was only her. Her hot mouth, the taste of lime, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her skirt hitched up, his jeans undone. 'You're not just here to talk, are you?' she whispered. He answered with action, his hand finding the wet heat between her legs as she tore his shirt open, leaving scratches across his chest.*