Page 28 of Impulsive Saint
Being the baby of the family, she expected her older brothers to be there for her when she needed them and the truth was, in the past they had been. Only with Hunter married now and Vaughn all but engaged to his work, that only left Tyler and he was not the kind of man anyone ever counted on.
He didn’t like letting Tatum down but a glance across the road at the ramshackle bar reminded him that he had his own problems to deal with. He grabbed the key to the hotel room and walked out, locking it behind him before trudging across the street. He had to deal with Ashtyn right now and since Hunter was out of the country and Vaughn was working, he could only think of one other person that might be able to help Tatum with whatever it was she needed.
“I’m out of town right now, but call Isaac. He’ll help you out, no problem.”
“Isaac is out of town too.” Tatum whined. “He’s with that poor bastard that got left at the altar. Vaughn sent him as protection detail for the guy when he decided to skip town and go on his honeymoon alone.”
“Seriously?” He was the one that sounded exasperated now but he shook off the feeling. “Okay. Well, call Blake then.”
“Are you really just going to run down the list of All Saints Security employees until you find someone willing to deal with me?” Tatum’s voice was smaller now, disappointment coloring her words and he cringed at the tone.
“I’m sorry. I…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
“Tate.” he sighed but his sister was clearly done with this conversation.
“I’ll leave you to whatever it is that’s so important. I’ll figure out my own shit for once. Isn’t that what Vaughn’s always saying I need to do anyway?”
“Tatum…” He tried again.
“See you whenever you’re back in town. Bye, Ty.”
“Bye.” He managed but the click of the line going dead told him his sister hadn’t waited to hear his response.
Tyler stopped walking once he reached the road and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply and then blew out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He hadn’t even asked Tatum what it was that she needed help with, he realized. He really was a shitty big brother. He glanced both ways and then crossed the street to find and retrieve his current job, scowling as he passed through the cloud of smoke from the guys lingering outside. He was shit at his job too but he wasn’t going to lose Ashtyn.
He quickly punched a text message into his phone. If Tatum was going to be a brat about it, he’d get in touch with Blake himself. He wrote out a quick message asking Blake to call and check on Tatum and then slipped the phone into his back pocket. He glanced up just as the door of the old bar came into view and he pushed through it knowing that at least one of the women in his life would be taken care of for tonight.
The other one…
Tyler came to an abrupt stop just inside the door of the bar. He blinked, praying this was just a bad dream and he would wake up back in that shitty motel and find Ashtyn was still in the shower. He would much prefer that reality to the one where the pretty little Senator’s daughter was standing on top of a bar, wiggling her hips suggestively as a group of rowdy men cat-called and she poured liquor directly into their eagerly awaiting mouths.
There was no fucking way this was real.
Tyler gaped as he watched her tip her head back and pour the amber liquid in the bottle into her own mouth, some of it missing completely and sliding down her chin and throat before disappearing beneath the low-cut black tank-top she was wearing. His mouth went dry at the sight and his cock took note of every single curve as she swayed and shimmied to the ear-splitting music. Her tank top was loose and flowy falling off one arm to reveal the lacy black strap of her bra and a hint of curve at the top of her breasts. The black pants she wore clung to her bottom like a second skin and he had an unwelcome and unbidden flashback to her straddling his motorcycle and talking about orgasms earlier in the day. He had to physically shake his head to bring himself back to the present.
No. He was not going to allow himself to drool all over the girl just because she was gorgeous and had moves made from sin. His dick was going hard just from watching her, which was a problem, but the bigger issue was that if he was having that reaction to her and he knew who she was, then he knew the dozens of men praying at her feet were undoubtedly hard and horny and wrongly thinking her little show meant they had a chance.
They didn’t.
He would make sure of that.
He’d promised to take care of the girl and that included saving her from herself.
He had no idea how long she’d been at the bar. He didn’t know how much she’d had to drink. He didn’t know if the men had been buying or if she’d run up a tab that he would have to cover and none of that mattered. In that moment, the only thing that did was getting Ashtyn out of the bar and safely back in their motel room without ending up in a fight that would get the police called.
Ashtyn Echols showing up on social media drunk and dancing on a bar would be bad enough, but a police report would not only end her road-trip but likely his career and maybe even his life if Vaughn got his hands on him.
“Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey, excuse me.” Tyler began pushing his way through the crowd, shrugging off the glares of the other patrons as he slipped ahead of them in the sausage fest surrounding the bar. When he was finally at the front of the line, he raised his voice and yelled, “Time to go, princess.”
Ashtyn’s eyes went wide, like a deer caught in headlights, and her head jerked around, searching for him in the crowd. He expected her to scowl at him and tell him to go away or leave her alone when she finally caught sight of him. He’d gone out with Tatum enough times to know that was her usual MO when he tried to interfere with her good time. But instead, Ashtyn’s blue eyes landed on him and a huge grin split her pretty face in half, a red flush coloring her cheeks that was somehow adorable and sexy as hell all at the same time.
“Tyler!” she squealed with delight, sliding down the bar until she was directly in front of him. “You’re here!”
Her joy at seeing him would have been enough to convince him she was drunk even if he couldn’t see the glassy-eyed stare behind her eyes. Her grin was goofy and her body was loose. She wasn’t just tipsy either, she was full-on wasted from the looks of it.
All of the horrible things that could happen to a girl like her in a place like this blasted through his head at the realization and his voice was rough when he spoke again.
