The Men of Whiskey Creek: Dillon

For years, Dillon Anderson has waited for Lark to realize he’s in love with her. He’s sat back and watched her go through one failed relationship after another…biding his time. The opportunity for him to finally have Lark to himself arises when she shows up at his bar wearing a barely there dress, a desire to get pissed-face drunk, and what she thinks is a broken heart. It’s up to him to show her what true love really is.

Lark Singletary is finished with relationships. After finding her boyfriend in a compromising position, she vows to never again give her heart to another. She’s been hurt far too often. From now on she’s strictly a love-them-and-leave-them gal. That is, until Dillon turns his sights on her. Can she risk her heart again? Or will she let her insecurities keep her from the one man who’s ever made her feel like a woman, and run away from what just might be true love?

**Excerpt**

Dillon watched as her throat worked up and down. He’d caught her by surprise, and from the expression on her face he knew the answer before she even replied. No, she hadn’t, but the idea must have appealed to her. Her passion-filled eyes told the story.
He was going to enjoy teaching her new things. Something told him she was not as experienced with sex as she’d led him to believe. Well, he was just the man to teach her, and he’d enjoy every minute of it.
“Did you hear me, Dillon? I am not waiting for you in your apartment naked,” she repeated.
Dillon chuckled at the disgruntled look on her face. Without giving thought to his actions, he got up and pulled her up with him, cupping her ass in the process. “Yes, you will, sweetheart. You know why? Because you want me just as much as I want you,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to be your favorite drink tonight—Absolut Sex. You once said that you wondered what it would be like to be with a real bad boy…here’s your chance. We have a chance to enjoy one another. No holds barred. If, after tonight, you choose to go your separate way—fine.”
Dillon knew that was a lie the moment the words left his lips. He’d gotten a little taste of her and was planning on tasting more and more.
“Uh, Dillon, people are starting to stare at us,” she murmured.
Dillon just looked down into her light-brown face.
“Dillon, let go of my ass. People are staring,” she muttered.
Oh shit. He hadn’t realized that he still held her by the ass. Glancing around the bar, he saw that sure enough, people were smiling and smirking at them. Though he didn’t give a damn, he knew she did. And now he had a little leverage. “I’ll let you go, if you promise to wait for me upstairs…naked,” he said.
“Stop it,” she huffed, trying to squirm out of his hold.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll really give them a show. Agree to my terms,” he said, pulling her farther into him, giving one ass cheek a smack, and then caressing the spot he’d hit.
Lark squealed, which garnered a laugh from some of his regular customers. “You are so going to get it when I get you alone,” she whispered, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Counting on it, sweetness.” He laughed. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes, we have a deal, you ingrate,” she stormed. Pushing away from him at last, she turned on her heels and walked toward the back where the elevator was located.
“Nice ass,” he called behind her and laughed outright when she flipped him off, stumbling a little in the process. He didn’t know if it was from those four-inch heels she had on or from the lasting effects of the alcohol she’d consumed. Probably a little bit of both.