Page 42 of Rough Cowboy
Screw Sammy.
Screw every person who thinks I’m not good enough.
My fingers glide down my front, over my breasts, and to my entrance because I don’t need a guy. I never have—but I’ll be damned in the first flash in my head isn’t Silver’s blazing hot eyes.
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SILVER
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“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Sammy’s hand’s fist as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.
I’m damn sure he knows exactly what it was, and the entire ordeal has my cock hard.
“Silver?”
“If you need me to spell it out, my foot massage gave her an orgasm. I mean, not a toe-curling, scream my name while digging her nails in my back orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless.” I can’t keep back my grin. “At my hands. In case that wasn’t clear.”
Sammy’s jaw tightens, and the vein on his forehead that rarely makes an appearance bulges out.
“What the hell did I say?” Sammy launches at me.
We both fall off the chaise and roll on the floor. He lands on top of me. “I warned you.”
“Relax. It was nothing.”
“Nothing?” He grabs fistfuls of my T-shirt and lifts my torso off the ground to roughly shove me back down. My back stings. My head might have a lump.
“I gave her a damn foot massage. I can’t control that she had an orgasm.” However, I do know her buttons. I know them damn well. I felt her legs shake. I watched her eyes cloud over. I knew exactly where we were headed.
“Shut up.” He lifts my torso again and spits in my face as he grinds out the words. “We had a deal, and you come home after a few drinks and break it.” He slams my body back on the ground.
The wind swooshes out of me. “Fuck,” I groan. “Sammy, shit. When did you get so angry?”
I’m not used to my brother’s aggression. He’s pinned me down twice in as many weeks. Over a chick. A chick he doesn’t want to bang.
“I’m trying to protect her.”
“And I’m tired of this bullshit repeat line.” I thrust my groin and kick up my legs. The top of my thighs connects with his buttocks and breaks his posture. He falls over top of me. In a swift motion, I trap his arm, cover his leg with mine, and roll him over. We switch positions, and I straddle him against the floor.
“I’m not going to hurt her.” My flat palm pushes on his chest.
“You already have.” He stops fighting me, and his body goes limp on the floor. “And the pathetic part is you don’t even realize it.”
My head dips closer. “I fucking do realize it. I realized it the morning you pinned me on my bedroom floor. A hundred apologies to her ran through my mind during that morning shower. But you’re so damn insecure you won’t let me ease her mind.”
He scoffs, but I know my brother. I can see my words touch home.
“You want her to hate me. I don’t know why. I don’t care. But don’t you dare say I don’t care about her or that baby. Fuck you for trying to make her think that.”
His lips form a smile, and laughter pours out of him. “Did you spend the last two weeks rehearsing that? They are nothing more than promises you break.”
“I’m not going to change who I am for you.” I rise to my feet. “Call someone else to babysit Elsie this week. I’m gone first thing in the morning. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To have Elsie all to yourself? You got it. Have a great life.” I storm away, hating and loving the decision all at the same time.
“Why not leave now?!” he shouts after me.
I stick up my middle fingers without looking back at him.
