Chapter Four
“Did she give you a chance?” Brice asked.
Drew forked the large pile of straw and loosened it up to put in the barrow. Brice did the same. They had moved the cattle, and now they were preparing the straw for the main farm, which would be opening for business soon. Seymor had a lot of land, and with Julia being gone, Drew wondered if each new business reminded the old man of his wife. If it wasn’t for Julia, the ranch would have gone under years ago.
He had a lot of reasons to thank Julia.
“She said yes.”
“That’s good. Cathy was so worried. She thinks you’re way too much for her, and that you don’t know how to … keep it in your pants.”
“Speak for yourself. You and Cathy are all over each other, but you still see other people.”
Brice snorted. “I made that argument to my good woman, and she told me that Raven is not like us.”
“No, she’s not.”
She’s a virgin.
Untouched by any other man.
Completely his in every single way.
He was going to be the man to show her how good it could be to be with him.
“So, you and Raven? It’s a done thing?” Brice asked.
“Yes.”
“What are all those other women going to think? They want you, man, you know it.”
Francine was getting married today. Whatever happened, he was going to remain faithful, and he told Brice that.
“I’m on your side. I am. It’s just I’ve seen some of these women, Drew. They’re not exactly going to like the fact your dick has gone all exclusive on a chick they don’t even know.”
“Raven isn’t some stranger. Besides they want to do that shit, I’m more than happy with ruining their lives. I don’t give a fuck about talking to their husbands. I’ll make sure I announce it for the whole town to see how good those folk really are.” When he got back from taking Raven home, he’d found his cell phone, which he never really used. It had over ten messages last night. Some from Brice, most from the women he’d taken for a quick fuck. He’d deleted every single number, not interested in what they had to say.
By the time lunch came, he was the first one to get Brice to the truck. Not only was he starving, but he was starving for a chance to see his woman. When he pulled up just outside of Seymor’s main house, he saw that Raven was alone, and he noticed several of the guys eyeing her up.
He wasn’t having that shit.
Climbing out of the truck, he made his way toward her.
“Hey, Drew,” she said.
He rounded the table, banded his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. Slamming his lips down on hers, he took the kiss that he’d been desperate for all morning. Around him he heard the whistles and catcalls, but he didn’t care. All of them were going to know she belonged to him, only him.
Releasing her, Drew wished they could head to his place to finish what he started. Instead, he turned to the crowd.
“She’s mine.”
“Drew, shut up.”
“No one tries to touch her, ask her out, or any shit like that. She’s mine.”
“What are you, a dog? Are you going to squat and take a leak over me next?” she asked.
The guys started laughing.