Page 196 of Ride the Sky

“One more dance, then head home?” I ask Fallon.

Fallon, face flushed, nods, but then she stiffens. “Oh shit,” she says.

Following her gaze, I whip my head over my shoulder just in time to watch some portly cowboy pick Ruby up by the waist and set her on top of the bar.

“I’m gonna brush that motherfucker’s teeth with the goddamn pavement,” I growl.

Bad mistake. The worst fucking mistake.

Across the bar, Davis catches my eye.

When I near Ford, he gives me a look. We’re on backup, just in case this goes south.

Then the big stomp of bootsteps.

Charlie’s on the guy faster than lightning to an aluminum trash can. He swings a fist, catching the guy in the jaw and sending him to the ground.

Ruby’s eyes ignite. She launches herself off the bar into Charlie’s arms.

A beer flies through the air, and then a boot. I look past Fallon and realize a new fight’s broken out near the pool tables. Two cowboys with pool cues. Perfect fucking combination.

“Let’s go,” I tell Fallon.

“No way—”

Davis ducks as someone takes a swing at him, dragging Dakota behind him. He pops back up and punches the asshole in the face.

People shove and push with hostile aggression. A hand knocks into my side, shoving me back.

“Asshole.” Fallon narrows those fierce hazel eyes at my attacker. With a wild growl, she launches herself into the fray.

I try to weave through the crowd. “Fallon, fuck—”

“Christ,” Ford grumbles, keeping a tight hold of Reese’s hand. “These women are scared of a damn spider, but they’ll punch a grown man in the face the minute they start drinkin’.”

We watch as Fallon grabs a Miller High Life off a nearby table and pours it all over the bearded cowboy’s chest.

Ford and I both swear.

The bearded cowboy lifts a fist. “You crazy bitch.”

Heart in my throat, I throw an elbow, barreling through the bodies keeping me from her. He swings. Just as her eyes widen in realization of what’s headed her way, I lunge, knocking her out of the way. We both slam onto the floor.

She grins up at me. “Right in time.”

I kiss her lips. “Trouble, we’re outta here.”

I help her stand, take a trained breath, and tug her through the crowd. I give my brothers a grin, Fallon waves wildly toher sister, and then we’re shoving out the door and into the midnight.

Windows down, Wyatt drives his pickup down the pitch-black winding road that leads to my cottage. A slow country tune plays on the radio. Stars shine brightly in the sky. I stifle a yawn. I’m ready to be home, in our bed, wrapped as tight around Wyatt as I can get.

It’s been two days since I’ve had him inside me, and I’m fucking boiling over.

Wyatt reaches over and links his fingers through mine. “Fuckin’ great night.”

I roll my head across the seat to look at him. “It was. For everyone.”

“Damn happy for Ruby and Charlie.” He grins at me, that adorable smile of his warming my heart. “For us.”

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