Her mind quickly put
together his naked display with that phrase and came up with his
exact meaning. This rodeo Romeo was telling her he was willing to
sleep with her to get her to go back with him. He was offering her
a sympathy fuck.
Well Twyla might be hard up, because of him
and her damned brother, but she wasn’t a fucking charity case. Her
eyes locked on his dick and she issued a dry, harsh laugh. “Well
cowboy, I’m sure that little sprout satisfies those buckle bunnies
just fine, but I’m used to um, more mature men.” She moved her eyes
up to his shocked blue gaze. “But your balls sure are big enough
that’s for sure.”
His face flushed and his hands shot down to
cover himself. Twyla threw back her head and laughed loudly.
Shaking her head, she turned away, and heard the bathroom door slam
shut behind her as she walked to her bedroom. She took one of her
pillows and a blanket off of her bed, and walked to the couch to
throw them over the back with disgust. If Ryan Easter wasn’t out of
there tomorrow, she was definitely going to let Heather call the
cops to get him out.
His stupidity a moment ago had been the final
straw. Twyla Taylor was definitely over Ryan Easter, or she would
be as soon as her stupid heart got on board with the plan. She was
well on her way to being there now though. If that man ever wanted
to find a woman who would put up with his dumb ass, he needed to
get over himself. Twyla knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t woman
enough for the job.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Ryan woke up to pans banging loudly and
groaned. Every muscle in his body was rubber-band tight, and a
spring from the old sofa had almost embedded itself in his hip. He
tried to open his eyes and they seemed to be welded shut. Ungluing
them, one opened and felt like sandpaper was inside the lid. The
other didn’t open, then he remembered the bar fight, and the macing
he’d gotten from Heather last night. Bright sunlight shot through
the crack in the drapes at the front window to pierce his brain.
Ryan groaned and flopped his forearm over his eyes.
“ I hear you rustling in there,
buddy. Get your ass up and on the road,” Twyla said loudly from the
kitchen, punctuating her demand by slamming a skillet or something
down on the stove.
The metallic rattle echoed in his skull. That
woman had no mercy at all, no compassion that just last night he’d
gotten his ass kicked by not one, but three people. By a man who
should be a professional boxer or wrestler, and two fucking wild
ass, crazy cowgirls. That last part was pretty embarrassing. A man
who had been a professional cowboy since he grew hair on his balls
had gotten his ass kicked good by those two women, after the
bruiser worked him over.
Maybe he should just load up in his truck and
head to Santa Fe, their next stop on the tour. Let Zack come here
on their next break to hogtie his sister and haul her back with
him. Good luck with that. Ryan was starting to believe neither he
or Zack were man enough for the job. But he knew if Zack came here
and saw what Twyla was up to, there might not be anything left of
her for him to haul home. He would probably just kill her and hide
the body to save his parents the disgrace. Ryan knew that’s what it
would be too. A disgrace.
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were upright, forthright
and straight shooters. They had worked exceptionally hard to give
their kids a good upbringing with the right morals. Hell, he knew
they’d set a good example for him, something his own family sure as
hell hadn’t. That’s why he knew what he needed to do now. Whatever
it took to get Twyla out of here, away from her crazy friend who
was leading her down the path to perdition.
If he was lucky, if Twyla was lucky, they’d
never find out. Ryan owed it to them to stay and try to talk some
sense into their youngest member, and he wasn’t leaving before he
did that. If he could accomplish that by Wednesday, he’d have
enough time for them to make Santa Fe by their
together his naked display with that phrase and came up with his
exact meaning. This rodeo Romeo was telling her he was willing to
sleep with her to get her to go back with him. He was offering her
a sympathy fuck.
Well Twyla might be hard up, because of him
and her damned brother, but she wasn’t a fucking charity case. Her
eyes locked on his dick and she issued a dry, harsh laugh. “Well
cowboy, I’m sure that little sprout satisfies those buckle bunnies
just fine, but I’m used to um, more mature men.” She moved her eyes
up to his shocked blue gaze. “But your balls sure are big enough
that’s for sure.”
His face flushed and his hands shot down to
cover himself. Twyla threw back her head and laughed loudly.
Shaking her head, she turned away, and heard the bathroom door slam
shut behind her as she walked to her bedroom. She took one of her
pillows and a blanket off of her bed, and walked to the couch to
throw them over the back with disgust. If Ryan Easter wasn’t out of
there tomorrow, she was definitely going to let Heather call the
cops to get him out.
His stupidity a moment ago had been the final
straw. Twyla Taylor was definitely over Ryan Easter, or she would
be as soon as her stupid heart got on board with the plan. She was
well on her way to being there now though. If that man ever wanted
to find a woman who would put up with his dumb ass, he needed to
get over himself. Twyla knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t woman
enough for the job.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Ryan woke up to pans banging loudly and
groaned. Every muscle in his body was rubber-band tight, and a
spring from the old sofa had almost embedded itself in his hip. He
tried to open his eyes and they seemed to be welded shut. Ungluing
them, one opened and felt like sandpaper was inside the lid. The
other didn’t open, then he remembered the bar fight, and the macing
he’d gotten from Heather last night. Bright sunlight shot through
the crack in the drapes at the front window to pierce his brain.
Ryan groaned and flopped his forearm over his eyes.
“ I hear you rustling in there,
buddy. Get your ass up and on the road,” Twyla said loudly from the
kitchen, punctuating her demand by slamming a skillet or something
down on the stove.
The metallic rattle echoed in his skull. That
woman had no mercy at all, no compassion that just last night he’d
gotten his ass kicked by not one, but three people. By a man who
should be a professional boxer or wrestler, and two fucking wild
ass, crazy cowgirls. That last part was pretty embarrassing. A man
who had been a professional cowboy since he grew hair on his balls
had gotten his ass kicked good by those two women, after the
bruiser worked him over.
Maybe he should just load up in his truck and
head to Santa Fe, their next stop on the tour. Let Zack come here
on their next break to hogtie his sister and haul her back with
him. Good luck with that. Ryan was starting to believe neither he
or Zack were man enough for the job. But he knew if Zack came here
and saw what Twyla was up to, there might not be anything left of
her for him to haul home. He would probably just kill her and hide
the body to save his parents the disgrace. Ryan knew that’s what it
would be too. A disgrace.
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were upright, forthright
and straight shooters. They had worked exceptionally hard to give
their kids a good upbringing with the right morals. Hell, he knew
they’d set a good example for him, something his own family sure as
hell hadn’t. That’s why he knew what he needed to do now. Whatever
it took to get Twyla out of here, away from her crazy friend who
was leading her down the path to perdition.
If he was lucky, if Twyla was lucky, they’d
never find out. Ryan owed it to them to stay and try to talk some
sense into their youngest member, and he wasn’t leaving before he
did that. If he could accomplish that by Wednesday, he’d have
enough time for them to make Santa Fe by their
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