Page 13 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
She’s so god damn beautiful. Always has been. She’s always been the one woman in the world whose beauty had the power to stop me in my tracks. So cute, so innocent, so undeniably sexy.
“Sam,” Kay implores me again, her voice soft as velvet. “Let’s go home.”
I can’t tell what the hell is real anymore. Surely nobody isthisgood at acting. When we were younger, I used to tease Kay about what a bad liar she was. Every time she eventhoughtabout lying to her parents, she’d turn red. From the tips of her ears to the nape of her neck, Kay would turn tomato red when she tried to tell a lie.
She’s not tomato red right now. Not at all.
Am I supposed to believe that all of this was fake? That touch, those eyes, that voice?
She’s going to get me in trouble if we stay here any longer. Either because that dumb ex of hers is going to finally say something to send my anger over the edge…or because Kay’s going to tempt me so badly that I finally give into my desires, hitching that little skirt up over her ass and bending her over a nearby table. Holding her by those luscious hips and pounding her hard until she’s screaming my name.
Fucking her in public would be nice. Sure, I’d probably get arrested. But not before everyone in Wild Bronco understood that Kay Beaumont belongs to me. Sam Wallace,dangerous criminal outlaw.
Suddenly, I kind of like the sound of that title. If the men in this town think I’m dangerous, maybe they’ll keep their hands off my property.
“Sam?”
Kay’s voice brings me out of my vulgar, unhinged fantasizing and back to planet earth.
“We need to get out of here,” I say in a strangled voice.
“I know. That’s what I’ve been saying,” Kay replies, raising a brow.
“Yeah. Okay. Let’s go, then,” I say.
My hand grabs hers and I tug her toward the door, pushing through the crowd.
“Wait,” Kay says, resisting. “I need to say goodbye.”
“To who? That jerkoff who pointed his finger in your face?” I growl as we get to the exit. “You’re not speaking to him again. I’ll rip that finger right off his hand and shove it up his -”
“Not to him, to my friend!” Kay interjects. “Nadia!”
“You can text her,” I reply curtly.
I practically drag Kay to my truck, the stuff of my caveman dreams. Dragging this woman off to my cave and -
“We’re out of sight now,” Kay tugs her hand out of mine. “You don’t have to pretend to be dating me anymore.”
I blink as I pull my key fob from my pocket, unlocking my truck.
Right. Pretending. That’s what we were doing just now.
“I can’t believe you dated an asshole like him,” I mutter, coming to the passenger side door and opening it for Kay. Despite my caveman-like thoughts, I still manage to be a gentleman as I help her into the seat, closing the door behind her.
When I get inside the truck on the driver’s side, Kay is glaring at me.
“I didn’tknowhe was an asshole when we were dating,” she snaps. “He seemed really nice at first.”
“They all do,” I growl.
“Oh? You’re an expert?”
“On men? Yeah, I reckon I know about men more than you do, Kay.”
“Not every man is like you, Sam,” she retorts. “Not every manleaves.”
Deafening silence fills the cab of my truck. I start the engine, pulling out of the parking lot ofBlue Horsein the direction of the Beaumont’s family ranch.
