Chapter 27

                                    

                                          
A few hours later, John was headed back to the saloon and Madeline. He couldn't wait to see her. He'd been looking forward to it for the last few hours, and the moment he walked inside, he easily zeroed in on her and frowned.
Madeline was standing behind the bar talking to Rhys. She was laughing, the sound reaching his ears and going straight to his half hard dick. He felt a wave of jealousy hit him and he pushed it down. Madeline wasn't his. But damn if she didn't look fine tonight. She had on a flannel shirt with a low cut crop top underneath that showed off her tits in all their glory. The shirt was tied underneath them. She was also wearing a pair of denim shorts and boots. Her long auburn hair hung down in two braids and she had on a cowboy hat.
John stepped behind the bar and saw her look at him. The urge to walk up to her and wrap his arm around her and kiss her breathless was incredibly strong now and he clenched his jaw. Why was he feeling like this?
Rhys finally left to head backstage and Madeline walked over to him. "I see you're not wearing a shirt tonight." Her gaze traveled over his chest and down to his abs.
He looked down at her, noticing how nicely she would fit up against him. "I'm not."
She looked up at him and bit her lip. "You ready to work?"
"Whatever you need me to do," he told her with a smile.
He watched her suck in a breath, then nodded. "I'll keep you busy, cowboy."
John lifted a brow at her. "I'd let you," he murmured, then realized what he'd said, and the meaning behind it. Well, crap. Not that he didn't mean it because he had.
She blushed a bit at his words, then glanced up. "Go take their order." She pointed to a table.
John met her gaze for a brief moment longer, then turned to look before heading that way. Away from her and over to another woman. Exactly what he didn't want to do. Maddie was driving him a bit wild tonight, and his need to be with her was growing by the moment. 
John was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and he was about to the point where he'd let her set him on fire and destroy him. All so he could bury his dick in her sweet curvy body like he did in his dreams every night. He didn't even pay attention to the other female servers and bartenders. He had eyes only for her, no matter who he spoke to and flirted with.
Halfway through his shift, Maddie's mood went rather sour and she looked like she wanted to punch him in the face. He didn't understand it, but he didn't really know how to go about asking her about it either. She blew him off if he asked her about anything personal. The only thing he could think of was that she was jealous, but if she was, why didn't she do anything about it? He didn't get it, but then he was almost to the point where he wanted to do something about the sexual tension between them himself, and wondered how she'd react if he did.
The saloon had been especially busy, and John hit the point where he barely had time to think. He'd been busy making drinks and waiting tables most of the night. He flirted when needed, though he was always aware of where Madeline was at and what she needed. He couldn't help himself. His body was completely aware of hers and it was like she was a magnet he was especially drawn to. He was always looking for her when he had a second to breathe.
But he also quickly became aware of the blond woman at the end of the bar who was very interested in him. She'd been sitting down there for a while now, looking him over like he was a hunk of meat that she wanted to dine on. She had long blond curls and large brown eyes. She had on a tiny crop top that just barely kept her tits from escaping and a short little skirt. She'd given him quite the view of her cleavage every chance she'd get. John found her pretty but that was it. Compared to Madeline, she was nothing and held no interest for him, but his lack of interest didn't stop her from flirting and he quickly realized it was pissing off Madeline. Her patience with him had grown rather short over the last half hour.