She invited me to go hang out with her and her friend Gwen. I almost said no, but decided I could use some breathing room from my sexy cowboy, especially after I spilled my guts to him and then practically rubbed up against him like a cat in heat when we were brushing Tin out.
I wonder if he could tell how turned on I was. I could barely concentrate on the horse, the brush, or anything with the feeling of Wyatt’s big strong body behind me. The way his rough hand felt wrapped around mine, his slow, steady breathing in my ear, his earthy scent permeating every cell… all of it was starting to get to my head.
So, I took Monty up on her offer to hang out. We’re at some bar that seems popular with the college crowd. That makes sense since Gwen and Monty are both in college.
“What do you think of this place?” Monty asks me, pulling me away from my thoughts. She leans in closer so I can hear her over all the noise.
“It’s… something,” I say. She laughs.
“That’s one way to describe it,” Monty agrees. I join her laughter.
The bar is like a scene out of Roadhouse or maybe Coyote Ugly with drunk girls dancing on the bar and a small stage off to the side that I’m assuming is used for live music. The lights are dim and the music is loud, making conversations a little tricky.
“What do you do?” I ask Gwen when she gets back with my drink and I thank her.
“I work at the Stud Farm too,” she says.
“Really? What do you do there?”
"I'm the housekeeper for Remington."
"Remy? The hermit?" I clarify. She blinks, a slightly defensive look taking over her features.
"Is that what Wyatt called him?"
"No, Kai said something about the brothers needing someone to keep an eye on them and mentioned that Remy barely left his house so he couldn't do it."
“He leaves his house,” she grumbles. Monty grins.
“She’s mad because he’s been leaving his house even more now that she’s started working there,” Monty informs me.
“He’s avoiding me,” Gwen clarifies. I frown.
“Why would he be doing that?”
“Cause he wants her,” Monty states plainly.
“He does not. He just doesn’t like me.”
“Then why is he staring at you right now?” Monty asks her friend.
“What?” Gwen whips her head around to where Monty is looking.
I turn too, and sure enough, Kai, Wyatt, Griz, and Remy are all standing at the bar staring at us. I know there’s no way I can actually feel Wyatt’s gaze on me, but I swear my body heats up the longer his eyes linger on my curves.
“Do you think they’ll come over here?” I ask them. Monty snorts.
"Of course."
I turn just in time to see the four brothers grab their beers and head our way. Wyatt's gaze is locked on me, the intensity in his green eyes making it hard to breathe. A wet, throbbing ache blooms between my thighs as my lower belly clenches with erotic pressure. I'm suddenly fidgety and slightly sweaty, and I'm not sure what to do with my hands.
I give Wyatt a weak smile as I grab my drink, downing half of it before he reaches our booth and slides in next to me. His thigh grazes mine as he scoots in closer, making me shiver with need. God, this man is lethal. Especially when he gives me a megawatt smile.
“Ladies,” Griz says as he pulls up a chair.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask Wyatt. “I thought you were fixing something on the farm?”
“We were, but we finished and thought we would come into town to check on our girls,” he answers with a wink.