Against the Odds

“So, you kids are going dancing tonight?” Alex’s dad asked. They were all in the kitchen piling pancakes onto their plates. Matt and Emma had just gotten back from their camping trip the night before, Alex and Charlotte were nursing slight hangovers from the mass ingestion of wine the night before, and Harry was full of snarky comments for the two of them.

“I don’t know, Mike. I’m not sure Alex and Charlotte can handle it. I mean, they look like they aren’t really sure they want to go,” Harry teased.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes into a death stare while Alex rolled her own eyes as she slathered butter on her pancakes. “Oh stop. You’re just trying to get out of going because you can’t two-step,” Alex said.

“It’s true!” Emma called from her stool where she was busy pouring way too much syrup on a stack of pancakes that was way too tall. Alex could almost hear the stomach ache complaints starting already. “He can’t dance at all. Mummy has been trying to teach him and he keeps stepping on her toes.”

Alex laughed as she reached over and removed the syrup from Emma’s grasp. “Too much, Em,” she shook her head when Emma opened her mouth to protest. She swung her gaze back to everyone else and a smug smile. “It’s true though. Harry can’t dance.”

“What in the hell…” Charlotte trailed off and her eyes darted quickly first to Emma and then to Mike. “Sorry, I meant what in the heck are you talking about? Harry can dance just fine.”
Mike laughed and shook his head. “Don’t apologize to me. I’ve heard that word plenty of times. And I think Emma’s drowning herself in syrup over there and she didn’t even notice.”

“I heard,” Emma piped up, never taking her eyes from her pancakes.

“Okay, back to the ‘Can Harry dance?’ debate,” Matt laughed, drawing the attention back to center. “I’m lost.”

Harry shook his head as he moved around the island and sat on the stool next to Emma. “I can dance. Alex has danced with me. I know to do a proper waltz as well; it’s somewhat of a…requirement in my family.” He smiled sheepishly. “But the two-step eludes me. I don’t know why; I just can’t seem to pick it up.”

Charlotte peered at him. “That doesn’t make any sense, Harry. Matt showed me the two-step in five minutes. If you can learn to waltz you can learn to two-step.”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. But seriously, let’s talk about Matt teaching you how to two-step.” He turned to Matt. “I mean, I can’t show her how to do anything; even if she doesn’t know how to do something she still says I’m doing it wrong.”

A smug smile crossed Matt’s lips. “I guess I’m just that good.”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake…” Charlotte groaned. “I just didn’t want to look like a fool tonight, that’s all.” She shot Matt a look before turning to Alex. “That reminds me, Matt is taking me to some store to get some boots later. Want to go?”

“Cavender’s? Sure,” Alex smiled. “I already have boots, but I’ll still go.”

“I don’t have boots,” Harry spoke up around a bite of pancake. “I need boots…” he turned and winked at Alex. “And a hat. I need a Cowboy hat. I may not be able to dance like a cowboy, but at least I can try and look like one.”

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“Okay, Emma,” Alex called out to her daughter as Emma stood in front of the mirror at Cavender’s Boot City with two different little cowgirl boots on her feet. Alex had given Harry the okay to buy her a pair, now it was only a matter of getting Emma to decide; which was becoming quite the ordeal. Matt and Charlotte had just joined them from the ladies boot aisle where Charlotte had picked out her own boots and were quite amused at Emma’s predicament.

Meanwhile, Harry’s security officers were standing at attention while people stood at the ends of the aisles and snapped pictures with their camera phones. The news of their visit was spreading fast and the store was getting quite busy. Still, with Mark and Thomas providing a watchful eye and Emma firm by her side, Alex felt safe, if not a little unnerved at the attention.

“Mummy,” Emma looked at her with wide eyes. “I can’t decide. I like the pink ones and the black ones. And I like the brown ones too,” she said, pointing at another pair. Alex bent down close to Emma, understanding that she wasn’t being needy or whiny, she just couldn’t decide.

“Emma, you have to decide,” Alex said gently. “Just pick whichever pair you think you’ll wear the most, baby.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Emma said, her eyes running over the three pairs of boots. “Can you give me another minute?”

“Sure.” Alex stepped back and looked over at Harry as he stepped up to her. “She’s deciding.”

Harry smiled and leaned close to Alex. “Why don’t I just buy her all three?” he whispered so that Emma couldn’t hear.

“Harry…” Alex said softly, her eyes turned to his. “She was told one.”

“But she likes all three. She’s not asking for all three, she’s just trying to decide. If I buy her all three, she’ll be thrilled,” Harry murmured, his eyes searching Alex’s.

“You can’t…” Alex took a deep breath and stepped away from Emma, pulling Harry with her. “I have to keep her grounded. She can’t get…I’ve always done well on money, but I’ve made it a point that she can’t get everything she wants.”

“I’m not trying to spoil her, Alex. Emma is so down to earth; it’s amazing. She would have never even asked for boots if I hadn’t offered.” His lips twitched as he stared down at her. “Don’t make me pull out the puppy dog face, Alexandra.”

“Oh Jesus,” Alex laughed. “Okay. Fine. But you have to promise me something.”

His smile pulled wide. “Anything.”

“Don’t you ever teach her the puppy dog face.”

“Ha! Deal.” He bent down and kissed her quick before he turned to Emma and clapped his hands together. “Emma! Good news. No decision needed.”

And as Harry bent down and made Emma a very happy little girl, Alex stepped back to Matt and Charlotte, not being able to help the smile on her face.

“He’s buying her all three pairs, isn’t he?” Charlotte asked, a smirk on her face.

Alex sighed. “Yes. And I just gave in. I’m terrible.”

Matt laughed. “Nah. You aren’t terrible. If any kid in the world ever deserved that kind of treatment, it’s Emma.”

“He’s going to spoil her,” Alex protested, however weak it was.

“Please,” Matt scoffed. “She’s already spoiled, Alex. But she’s a good kid who never takes it for granted. That’s all a credit to you.”

Alex blushed slightly at the compliment and her smile pulled wide. She bumped shoulders with her brother. “Thank you, Matt.”

Emma came running over then, bouncing with excitement. “Mummy! Three pairs! Harry is buying me all three!”

“I know,” Alex said brightly, reaching down to cup her daughter’s cheeks. “You said thank you, right?”

“Yes Mum, like ten times,” Emma giggled.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay Sassypants. Let’s go then, get you and those three new amazing pairs of boots home.”

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Harry’s security team contacted the dance hall, Big Texas, before their arrival and the manager was very gracious about them coming in that night. He set aside a VIP area for their group and spoke at length with Mark about security concerns and making sure that nothing was posted on their website or any social networking site about the fact that Harry was coming in that night. Plenty would be posted by the other patrons once they arrived, but they didn’t want the cause a frenzy before that.

Matt had made some calls as well and gotten in touch with some of their old high school friends and asked them to join. Being so close in age, Matt and Alex had always run in the same circle of friends, many of whom hadn’t seen Alex since their graduation.

All in all, it was set up to be an amazing night.

And when Alex stepped downstairs that night, having just finished getting ready and looking for Harry, she was beyond excited for their night out in one of her favorite places in the world. She followed the voices and laughter floating through the house into the kitchen and her mouth dropped as she rounded the corner.

There stood Harry in jeans, a tucked in button down, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat, leaning casually up against the counter, talking and laughing with her and Emma. Emma was hanging off of his waist and he had an arm casually draped around her little shoulders as she listened intently to the back and forth between Mike and Harry.

“Hey y’all,” Alex called softly, interrupting their conversation as she walked over to them, her boots thumping softly against the floor.

All three of them turned to her, but it was Harry’s eyes she sought; it was Harry’s eyes that flashed and then moved slowly over her dress, her chic denim jacket, and down her well-shaped legs to her boots. It was Harry’s lips that she watched turn upwards as he took her in. He couldn’t tell her that he thought she looked fucking fantastic, but she could tell; his face gave everything away. She threw him a quick saucy look before tearing her gaze from him.

“Daddy,” she greeted as she stepped in front of them. She leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek and he grinned, throwing an arm around her.

“You look beautiful, Boot,” he said proudly.

“Thanks Dad,” Alex said, nudging his side with her shoulder.

“Why do you call her Boot?” Harry asked with a smile. “I’ve heard you say that a few times since we’ve been here.”

“Because she wore boots all the time when she was little,” Emma piped up. “Right, Poppy?”

Michael nodded. “She did, Bug. All of the time.” He turned and winked at Alex. “Everywhere she went she had her cowgirl boots on. She even wore them to bed. And it took Donna hours one night to convince her that it would ruin them if she bathed with them on. She was stubborn as heck about it.”

“Stubborn?” Harry’s eyebrows lifted playfully. “Imagine that.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Shush. Where are Charlotte and Matt?”

“Here!” Matt called as he moved around the corner, pulling Charlotte with him by the hand.

“Oh my God,” Charlotte immediately burst out laughing when her eyes fell on Harry. “You’re wearing a cowboy hat!”

“You knew I was going to be.”

“But the visual is much, much different.”

“Matt’s wearing one,” Harry pointed out.

“Totally different,” Charlotte chuckled with a shake of her head.

Matt walked over to the group and Emma ran to him, squealing as he picked her up in his arms. “It’s because I’m much more handsome, isn’t it, Emma?”

“Noooo,” Emma giggled. “You are both handsome.”

“Ah, so diplomatic,” Matt laughed. “Okay everyone,” he called out, addressing the group. “Are we ready?”

“Yes!” Alex exclaimed first, almost bouncing up and down. “Let’s go.” Her smile was wide, her eyes bright.

“Ha! Okay, y’all heard the lady,” Matt said, setting Emma down. “Time to go.”

With smiles and hugs all around, the foursome bid good-bye to Mike and Emma and with an air of excitement that Alex hadn’t felt in quite some time, they made their way out of the house and into the waiting Range Rovers, pulling off into the night towards the dance hall.

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When they arrived to Big Texas they were immediately ushered inside and shown to the VIP area that was set up for them. It was on an elevated area that looked out over the expansive dance floor. It had its own private bar as well as a few pool tables and several brown leather couches arranged around low tables with buckets of ice cold beer on them.

“This is great,” Harry grinned as he grabbed a beer from a bucket, twisted the top off, and handed it to Alex before grabbing one for himself.

“Yeah?” Alex asked as she took a swig from her beer. She laughed as Matt pulled the cap from a beer for Charlotte, earning him a look that clearly said “I could have done that myself” before she grudgingly taking the bottle from him.

Harry shook his head at the twosome with them before turning his attention back to his girlfriend. “I like it, very open and relaxed. When are your friends getting here?”

“They should be here any minute,” Matt offered.

As if on cue someone called Matt’s name and they all turned, watching a group of about ten came towards them.

“Alright,” Matt grinned. “The party is here.”

As they had to be cleared by not only the security provided by Big Texas according to a list that Matt had provided, but also had to be searched by Harry’s Protection Officers, the group filed in slowly, allowing time for everyone to be introduced to Harry and Charlotte and for Alex to reunite with her friends that she hadn’t seen in so long.

It was toward the end of the introductions that Harry was caught off guard when a tall, dark haired guy called Alex’s name and then with a big grin moved in and enveloped her into a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. Alex laughed as she was pulled into the air and then set back down, giving the guy a big smile as she stepped back next to Harry.

“Ryan! It’s so good to see you!”

“You too, Alex,” Ryan answered with a playful wink. “It’s been way too long.”

“It really has.” She turned to look up at Harry and was a little surprised to see him without his friendly, excited smile he had been wearing a moment ago. “Harry,” she smiled. “This is one of my oldest friends, Ryan. Ryan, this is my boyfriend, Harry.”

Ryan smiled wide and he automatically offered a hand for Harry to shake. “Nice to meet you, man. I’ve seen the pictures but it’s still somewhat surreal to see you here with our little Alex.”

Harry’s lips pulled into a smile, and no one but maybe Alex or Charlotte would have been able to tell that it wasn’t his true, genuine smile. Alex blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand why Harry had been so friendly to the others and was pulling back a bit when it came to Ryan.

And then it clicked.

And she couldn’t help but grin.

He was jealous.

“Harry, Ryan is one of Matt’s oldest friends,” Alex offered as Harry shook his hand.

“And yours, Alex,” Ryan laughed. Alex almost giggled. She could almost feel Harry fighting off the jealousy beside her; trying to keep his brain in practical mode.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Harry said politely, his eyes firmly holding Ryan’s as he held his hand for an extra second, squeezing it once more before he released it.

To Ryan’s credit, if he noticed Harry so obviously sizing him up, he didn’t acknowledge it. He simply grinned at both of them once more and said he was going to go say hi to Matt and meet Charlotte. Alex nodded and returned his smile, offering a small wave as he moved off. Harry nodded at him and then watched him with steady eyes for a minute. When he finally turned back around his face registered complete surprise; Alex was laughing at him, her hand firmly clamped over her mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?” Harry asked, bringing a finger to his chest. She nodded as her eyes crinkled up with her giggles and Harry couldn’t help that his lips twitched at her infectious laughter, even if it was at his expense. “What are you laughing at me, Alexandra?”

She finally pulled her hand from her mouth and took a breath, fighting the giggles still as she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. “You were jealous,” she finally managed to get out.

“Well first, I was not,” he said, his eyes growing wide. “And second, why would it be funny if I was?”

“Oh come on, Harry!” she laughed. “Yes you were. And it’s funny because you were completely sizing him up like he’s any kind of threat to you and he’s just not. At all.”

“I know he’s not…” he trailed off and shook his head, trying to get his damn head under control. It really was crazy the things she did to him, the emotions she pulled up in him without even trying. It wasn’t that Harry had never been jealous before, it was that common sense usually prevailed. He looked down at her, meeting her eyes, loving that she making fun of him for this; because the truth was he deserved it. “I know it’s not a threat, Alex,” he laughed. “I’m sorry…I just,” he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck as he grinned sheepishly down at her. “I recognized him from the picture on the wall at your parent’s house. The one of you at some kind of formal dance, a prom maybe? And he was your date.”

“Ah,” Alex nodded with a small smile. She moved into him then, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. She knew people would be taking photos of them like this. She knew they were in a wide open area but she didn’t care. It was cute that he hadn’t gotten jealous and even more endearing that he owned up to it so quickly and she couldn’t help but be as near to him as possible. “He was my prom date,” Alex confirmed. “I was actually dating him at the time.”

Harry’s eyes went wide. “You said…”

“I never said I didn’t date him, Harry. I said he wasn’t a threat; because he’s not. I dated him for like, five minutes, ages ago. He was a friend before and he remained a friend after,” she said. And when he tried to say something, something she was quite confident wouldn’t do him any favors she rolled her eyes and continued on, her voice teasing. “For Heaven’s sake Harry, I didn’t even sleep with him so relax yourself.”

He sighed. “I’m being a shit, aren’t I?”

Her nose scrunched up. “Little bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you. But you have to go buy Ryan a shot first.”

He threw his head back in laughter. “You drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal. Want one as well?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned. “Let’s go do shots.”

And so they did. Ryan was graceful in accepting the offer from Harry who was surprised to find that Ryan was actually a really nice guy and had genuine affection for Alex in a way that Harry respected. They all chatted for a while before Ryan thanked them both and moved off to go hit the dance floor.

“See, not so bad,” Alex grinned.

“Not at all,” Harry laughed. He glanced down and noticed her feet tapping to the music and he leaned closer to her, grinning slightly as he did so. “Baby?”

She turned her happy blue eyes up to his. “Yeah?”

“Wanna dance?” He nodded to the dance floor.

She pulled a face and a chuckle escaped her lips. “You can’t two-step.”

“Aw,” he pouted, putting his hand over his heart. “You’re killing me. I want to dance with you. You can’t humor me? I mean, you do have boots on. If I step on you, it won’t hurt that bad.”

“You do have a point,” she laughed. “You know people are going to be laughing at this all over YouTube tomorrow though, right?”

“Jesus, Alex,” he laughed. “Any more blows to my ego that you’d like to throw tonight?”

She grinned. “It still wouldn’t make it any smaller if I did.”

He shook his head, biting his lip to keep his smart ass retort back. “Come on baby, dance with me and my huge ego. Please?”

“Alright Wales,” she finally nodded. “I’ll let you spin me around.”

“Fantastic,” he said, his smile pulling wide as he held out his hand for hers. She took it and he pulled her in the direction of the dance floor excitedly. She glanced at him with a little bit of question in her eyes, wondering why he was so excited to make a fool out himself in front of all of these people, but she didn’t dwell on it, figuring it was the same giddiness that she felt, being here and having fun. And when they reached the dance floor Alex turned to him, prepared to assume the awkward, stunted stance she had suffered through when trying to teach him.

And then Harry surprised the shit out of her.

As soon as their feet hit the wood floor he pulled her into his arms and there was nothing awkward and stunted about it. Her eyes flashed up to his and she gasped right before a huge smile spread across her face. And then he was moving, his feet shuffling expertly; leading her perfectly around the dance floor in time with the music.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed as he spun her around and back to him, pulling her tight to him as he looked down at her with one of the biggest smiles she’d ever seen on his handsome face. “You can dance, baby!”

“I can absolutely dance,” he laughed, spinning her again, much to her delight.

She laughed as she looked up at him, loving the feel of him moving her around the dance floor. “You tricked me.”

“I did,” he agreed with a nod. “But only because I wanted to see the look you have on your face right now.”

“Surprise?”

“Partly,” he smiled as he leaned down closer to her, his lips next to her ear. “You look so happy right now that my ego has grown at least three times the size it was, knowing that I did that for you.”

“Oh no…” Alex laughed, biting her lip as he pulled back and looked back down at her. “Lord help us all.”

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“Have you seen Matt?” Charlotte asked as she walked up to where Alex was standing with Harry. They had taken more than just a few turns around the dance floor and were taking a break, needing something to drink and a moment to rest.

“He walked off when you went to the restroom,” Alex said with a smile. “He said he would be back in a few minutes.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and reached down for a beer, pulling the top off and taking a swig. She was just opening her mouth to say something to Alex and Harry when the DJ killed the music and lights hit the empty stage at the front of the club, about twenty feet from their VIP area. Everyone’s heads turned at the same time and Charlotte jumped when she Alex squealed in front of her, clapping her hands together and turning to Harry excitedly. In fact, as Charlotte glanced around the group gathered in their area, everyone was moving forward excitedly.

“Howdy y’all,” a deep, throaty voice came through the speakers.

Charlotte groaned. She would know that voice anywhere.

Her gaze swung to the stage just as the band walked on, and sure enough, Matt walked on last with a damn guitar strapped to his body. He walked his microphone stand to the front and adjusted it while Charlotte stood there watching, slack jawed and more than just a little confused.

“Alex,” Charlotte called out, her eyes never leaving the stage even when her friend turned to her.

“Yeah?”

“Since when does your brother play the fucking guitar?”

Alex laughed. “You didn’t know?”

Charlotte raised her eyebrows and shot Alex a look. “Does this look like the face of a person who was aware of this?”

“No,” Alex grinned. “But he’s really good, Charlotte. Really good.”

“This is so fucking cheesy,” Charlotte laughed, taking a swig of her beer as she swung her gaze back to the state. Matt glanced her way just then and winked at her when he caught her eyes. She rolled her eyes in return and just as she would expect him to do he pulled away from the microphone and laughed, strumming a few soft chords on his guitar while the rest of the band got ready. When everyone was ready he turned back to the microphone and the lights turned down in the rest of the dance hall and brightened up on stage. Matt grinned in response.

“Okay y’all,” he drawled. “Some of you may remember me but it’s been a long time since I’ve been up here. However, it’s a special night so I decided to make a one-time comeback. So, that being said, just…be kind, alright?”

Alex and Harry joined in with the laughter and cheers from the crowd and Harry nudged Charlotte, causing her to glance over at him. “Oh come on, Charlotte. He’s doing this for you.”

“Shut up,” Charlotte quipped, even though she couldn’t help the fact that her lips turned up just a bit at the corners.

And then the band fired up and the music blared over the loud speakers and Alex couldn’t help but laugh as Matt got to really going on his guitar.

“What?” Harry called to Alex, leaning down close to her so she could hear him.

“This song,” Alex grinned. “Just listen.” Harry laughed and nodded in response as Matt started singing.

Alex was right, he was really good. He had a great stage presence and really looked like he was having a blast up there. And for Harry, it was almost as much of a show to watch Charlotte lose her shit a little bit over the whole thing.

Wrapping his arms around Alex from behind, Harry pulled her against him as he listened. And when the lyrics that Matt was singing sunk in; when he got what was being sung, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Alex,” he asked, leaning low into her ear. “Did I hear what I thought I just heard? Did he just say, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy’?”

Alex laughed and nodded, “He did,” she confirmed.

“Well,” Harry grinned while tipping his cowboy hat. “I think I’m really starting to like country music.”

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The door was barely shut to their bedroom before Harry was moving in behind Alex, pulling her back against him, his hand flush against the small of her belly, his breath hot against the side of her face.

“Thank fuck I finally have you all to myself,” he growled in her ear. His voice was low and throaty and it made Alex’s insides curl with want.

She moved her hands behind her and to the back of his neck, leaning back against him as she shoved her fingers into the soft hair there, pulling him closer to her. “And what exactly are you going to do with me now that you’ve got me alone.”

He grinned against the soft skin of her neck and then pressed a warm kiss there as he began to walk them slowly forward, his hands firmly at her hips, guiding her. His nipped gently below her ear and his tongue came out to swipe over where his teeth had been. She groaned and her head rolled back on his shoulder. Her eyes slid shut and she let him lead her over to the wood dresser against the wall. He pressed her into it; her hips even with the edge of it. She gasped as he pushed into her sharply from behind. Her hands instinctively moved out in front of her for balance, falling flat on the smooth wood surface. She could feel him, hard and ready under his jeans and her eyes flashed open to the mirror in front of her, catching his gaze in the reflection. His eyes were blazing, his cheeks flushed from alcohol and his desire for her. His lips were tilted smugly at the sides.

“Well you know what the song said baby…”

“Oh God,” Alex laughed, knowing exactly where he was going with that.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, Alex,” he said with as much seriousness as he could muster in his inebriated state.

Alex moved, spinning in his arms and twisting her arms around his neck. “Maybe we could arrange something…” she teased as she leaned into him. His hands ran down her back until he reached her ass. He spread his fingers out and pulled her tight against him, grinning as she moaned at his actions.

“Maybe?” He lifted his eyebrows in a mock challenge.

Alex laughed. “You are so transparent, Wales,” she tossed out as she slid her hands into his hair. But before Harry could retort, before he could tease her back, she pulled his head down and brought his lips crashing to hers. Her mouth opening instantly and he groaned, thrusting his tongue inside to stroke firmly against hers.

With her hands still firmly implanted in his hair Alex moved forward, pushing Harry backwards toward the bed. They both giggled as they stumbled, a little from the alcohol and a little from their haste to get naked and into bed, but it didn’t deter them. Harry’s hands peeled clothes from her as they moved; first her jacket and then her dress, lifting it smoothly over her head. Her hands were quick as they pulled his shirt from his pants and then unbuttoned it and pushed it from his shoulders. He laughed as they pulled apart so he could pull his boots off so his pants could come off, both of which he took care of while Alex stood confidently in front of him and removed both her bra and panties, standing naked before him with heavy, lust filled eyes and a body that that was clearly turned on and ready for him.

He had just pulled his boxers off and was about to reach for her when she tilted her head at him and looked at him with a smirk on her lips. “What?” he asked, his lips twisting into a smile.

“Can you put your boots back on?”

He blinked and his jaw dropped a little. “You want me to put my boots back on while we…”

She nodded as she reached up and fingered the brim of the cowboy hat that he had forgotten he was still wearing. “I do,” she grinned. “You look so fucking sexy in those boots and that hat, Harry. You look like a cowboy…” her voice dropped as she moved in, pressing her naked body against his. “And I want to fuck Cowboy Harry. Boots and all.”

Harry was pretty sure he had never put on a pair of shoes faster in his entire life. He sat right down on the bed behind him and pulled the boots right back on his feet and then grinned up at her, damn pleased with himself.

Alex giggled and moved, pushing him back on the bed and climbing over him. She pulled the hat from his head and with a tipsy grin she plopped it on her head and straddled him. She reached between them and found him, hard and ready, and without any preamble she positioned him and sank down on him, sighing even as he groaned at the feeling the swept over both of them at being joined together.

They both knew that this would be fast and slightly clumsy as they were both drunk, but it didn’t matter to either of them.

Alex settled in his lap and grinned. “Now hold on, baby.”

Harry groaned, his hands moving to her hips as she shimmied on top of him. He laughed then, trying to hold himself together and she sat atop him so confidently. “Jesus fucking Christ, Alex. Shouldn’t…” he moaned as she moved up and then back down quickly. “Shit. Should I be saying that to you?

Her lips pulled wide and wicked as she really started to move.

“Not tonight, Cowboy.”