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Nixie whimpered into Remy's mouth, putting a voice to the desire that had been building since she first saw Damian. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling them against him so that she could feel the already-hardening erection pressing toward her. A moment later she felt him pull her away from the wall so she was up against his chest, led her sideways a step, and then pushed her back.
She expected to hit the wall again, but instead, she felt her body come into contact with someone else. His hands came to her ribs and she felt him ease her back so that she rested her head against his shoulder. She breathed in the scent of Damian and her body tightened again as if seeking their touch.
"It seems that someone else got to the DJ before I did," he said into her hair, and then kissed the side of her neck.
"Who?" she managed to say through her labored breath.
The opening strains of "These Boots Were Made for Walking" game over the speaker and she knew exactly who. She opened her eyes and glanced around Remy's shoulder to see Patrick in the middle of the stage, his back to the rest of the bar and his hips bouncing to the beat.
"Oh, lord."
Patrick suddenly whipped around and started singing, his heart pouring out every ounce of Nancy Sinatra he could muster as he performed a dance that looked like this was not the first time he had done this song. She waited for the redneck renegades to start an uprising. Instead, it seemed that Patrick's retro venture had touched something inside them and several of the women streamed onto the small dance area in front of the stage to reminisce about their teen years. Many of the men were nodding their heads and she even saw a few mouthing the words.
Well, damn. Patrick was apparently the cowboy pied piper.
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to say right now," the DJ said over his microphone as Patrick dropped to his hands and knees and started crawling across the stage, "I usually heckle new people, but I just don't even have any words for what's happening."
"I think that he has found his new home," Nixie said.
She felt Damian's arms encircle her waist and he bent over slightly so that he molded to her body.
"I guess that means we have a little bit of time on our hands. Let's take a walk."
"A walk?" she asked, her hand coming up to cup the back of Damian's head as the tip of his tongue played across the curve of her neck and shoulder.
When Remy first pressed her to the wall she had felt the eyes of everyone in the bar on them, but now that Patrick was in full diva mode she probably could have taken off all her clothes right then and no one would have noticed. No one, of course, but the two men she very much wanted to notice her naked.
"Mmm-hmmm," Damian murmured affirmatively, "That field across the street backs right up to Remy's ranch. I've walked through it a thousand times."
Nixie leaned her head back to afford Damian better access to her neck and bent her knees slightly so she could stroke her body against him. Remy's hands were still gripping her hips and she felt his thumbs massaging in circles into the front of her pelvis.
"Is Remy coming with us?" she asked breathlessly.
Damian let out a soft, short laugh and kissed her shoulder.
"Why don't we let Remy stay here and keep an eye on Patrick there while he regales the bar with a few more numbers?"
Nixie nodded and Remy leaned forward to catch her mouth with his, slipping his tongue between her lips again. She wrapped her free hand around the back of his head so that she held both men, her body closed tightly between them.
When the kiss ended, Remy backed away from them and Damian led her out of the front door of the bar. The glow of the neon sign made shadows on the ground but it offered just enough light that she could see the edge of a field stretching into the darkness across the street.
Damian held her hand as he led her across the street and into the grass.
"Why is there a bar across the street from a ranch?" she asked, trying to navigate the grass but having a difficult time in her spiked heels.
"The ranch was here long before the bar was," Damian answered, walking calmly and securely across the field, "Some kin to Remy started a tavern here more than a hundred years ago, then once the travelers stopped staying there, they turned it into a bar."
She nodded and the gesture took her concentration away from walking enough that one heel sank into the ground and she stumbled. Her hand grabbed for Damian and he caught her, sweeping her up into his arms so that he cradled her against his chest. She squealed and he gave a deep laugh before taking off at a faster pace into the darkness of the field.
They had gone on for a few more minutes when Nixie noticed the dark outline of a barn ahead of them. Damian carried her to it, releasing the arm that supported her back long enough to open the door and carry her inside. The interior of the barn smelled sweet and earthy, and provided a barrier from the chilly breeze outside. Damian reached beside them to touch the wall and she saw an electric lantern turn on so it filled the space with a warm, comforting glow.
He carried her a few more steps forward and then she felt the strong support beneath her disappear as he tossed her forward. She let out a short scream, but a second later she landed in a deep, soft pile of hay.