Page 12 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
Except she isn’t doing that right now.
“It’s true,” Kay says faintly. “We, uh…we are an item. Right, Sam?”
She looks up at me pleadingly and finally, I think I understand the assignment.
I grin cockily at Weasel Face, squeezing Kay to my body even harder. I feel the softness of her chest press against my abs andmy cock begins to tighten and swell. Any second now, Kay is going to know I’m rock solid for her.
Only, I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of trying to control the effect she has on me. Tired of hiding how I really feel about her.
“That’s right,” I tell Weasel Face. “I’m the boyfriend. Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the ex,” he scowls, his shoulders slouching downward as he surveys us, his eyes lingering on my arm that’s wrapped tightly around Kay. “She didn’t mention me?”
“Nah,” I say, scratching my chin curiously. I look at Kay. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me about him?”
“It wasn’t a serious relationship,” Kay shrugs, leaning her head against my chest. “I didn’t think he was worth mentioning.”
Attagirl.
By now, I’m fully fucking immersed in this game of pretend we’re playing. It doesn't feel like pretending; it feels completely real to me.
“We dated for a year!” Weasel Face protests. “How could you not mention me?”
Kay’s brunette friend butts in now.
“Dougie, let it go,” she sighs. “This is just pathetic. Breakups happen. Move on.”
“Ihavemoved on,” he replies indignantly. He frowns at Kay, then points a finger in her face. I stiffen, ready to lunge at this asshole if he moves any closer to her.
“You’re the one who hasn’t moved on,” he continues. “And clearly you’re just using this…thiscriminaloutlawto get back at me.”
His words turn my blood to ice.
This kind of shit is exactly why I stayed away from Wild Bronco for so long.
Because no matter how much time passes, a small town remembers everything. Including every dumb mistake I ever made.
“Criminal outlaw?” Kay asks with a laugh. “Dramatic, much? Also, speak for yourself, Mr. DUI.”
“Kay, enough,” Weasel Face says. “You’ve made your point. Don’t be a moron. Sam Wallace isn’t good for you. He’s dangerous and -”
“I’m about to be real fuckin’ dangerous if keep talking to her like that,” I growl, surprising even myself with the force in my voice.
Between hearing about how I’m “dangerous” and the condescending way that this guy is speaking to Kay, I feel like I’m about to throw him through the wall.
Though the judge wiped my slate clean in Wild Bronco years ago, the last thing I need is another arrest in this county. It won’t look good on me to get into trouble so soon after being back in town for the first time.
Kay must be thinking the same thing, because she shifts so that she’s standing right in front of me.
“It’s alright,” she says softly, those almond shaped eyes flashing at me in a warning. “Let’s get out of here. I’m tired of this place anyway and I just finished my drink.”
She’s doing her best to distract me. But because I stand over a foot above her height, I can still see Weasel Face in full view behind her. He’s smirking at me. I glare back at him.
I will fucking end this guy.
Soft curves press against me again and then her hands are fisting my collar, pulling me down so that my face is an inch from hers.
And now my mind is filled with very different thoughts.
