Page 6 of Bray
Although he would be lucky if his friends scraped him off the dirty floor.
Instead of looking thankful, she looked worried. “I have to finish my shift.”
Pulling my cell from my pocket, I texted Kyle. He owned the bar. He’d gone to school with Colt, but we were friends. His parents owned a ranch south of town near ours.
“What are you doing?”
“Letting your boss know what happened and that you’re not coming back.”
I didn’t mean tonight, I meant forever.
She grabbed my wrist. “Bray, no. Don’t tell him. I need–”
I flicked my gaze from my phone to her, saw the panic in her eyes. “What?”
“I need the money,” she said, glancing away. “It’s Friday night. I can’t… can’t miss the tips.”
She needed money. The extra she got from a crowded weekend night’s tips. From The Roadside. Shit.
“He’ll pay you,” I told her. “Plus tips. This is his fault. He shoulda had a bouncer watching you. Where the fuck were they?”
“It’s the way it is,” she said with a shrug.
It’s the way it is?That meant–
My eyes narrowed. “This has happened to you before?”
I saw red, imagining all the times she’d had shittymen pawing all over her and telling her how they were going to fuck her.
She glanced away, then took a deep breath. Her hands fidgeted in her lap. “Not like this guy. He… he scared me.” Her voice was soft and sweet. So pure, but tainted by that fucker.
With her sitting sideways on the passenger seat, I stepped close, nudging her knees apart for me to settle in close.
“That won’t happen again.”
I wanted to tell her that was because she was mine, but she’d had enough for one night.
I couldn’t resist touching her though, so I stroked my hand through her hair. Felt how silky soft it was. The lot lights weren’t bright, but I could clearly see her. It was as if I was looking at her for the first time.
I knew her by heart, but now? I saw the freckles on her nose. The upward tilt of her top lip. Her big eyes. The pretty flush to her cheeks. She wasn’t just Lainey’s friend any longer.
No. Katie Camden was my girl. My kitten.
There was no going back for me. Ten minutes ago, I walked into The Roadside single. Now, I’d never have anyone else but her.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss. Sweet, even, in comparison to the one we shared inside the bar. This was our real first kiss.When I knew what was going on and it wasn’t fake. The chemistry was so fucking real.
The air between us sizzled. Our breaths mingled.
I stepped closer, the height of the truck just right for her pussy to press against my dick through our jeans.
“Fuck,” I murmured, breathing in her soft scent.
“Bray–”
I’d get her to say my name like that, all soft and breathy, when there weren’t any clothes between us and we weren’t in a fucking parking lot. She deserved more than a quick fuck right here. I wouldn’t be much better than the guy who I knocked unconscious. Besides, when I finally got her beneath me, I needed lots of time. Hours. All fucking night. Good thing we had the rest of our lives.
“Come on, let’s get you to your truck.”
