Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Dustin Clay pounds me on the back. “Congratulations on your win today!”
I shrug, not taking my eyes off Faith. “Thanks, but you’ll get it next time.”
Dustin is my biggest competitor in the bulldogging division, and we usually trade off wins at each event.
Sutton Trent barks out a laugh. “Please, you guys have it easy. You jump on a little steer and wrestle it to the ground. I have to ride a bull for eight seconds.”
I listen to Dustin and Sutton argue about which event requires more skill as I watch Faith across the bar. She’s moved to a table, and she has a friend with her, but there’s also three cowboys that are vying for her attention.
I take my hat off and run my hand through my hair as Faith watches me. She recognized me as soon as she saw me, and she also knows that I’m not going to just stand by and let some cowboy hit on her.
She probably thinks I’m protecting her because of who her father is, and she may be partly right, but there’s a bigger part of me that in no way wants to see some other man putting his hands on her. I’m not going to stand by and just let it happen. So with bated breath, I watch the three cowboys, and if one of them makes a move, I’m going to be the one to go and teach him a lesson. The lesson is called keeping your hands off someone that is not yours.
The second thing I’m going to do is find out how long she’s staying. Hopefully, not long because I only have so much willpower, and just looking at Faith across the room makes me want to break her in every filthy way I can.
CHAPTER 2
FAITH
I knew Dixon Chase would be at the Whiskey Whistler.
I didn’t know that he’d have a buckle bunny sitting in his lap when I got here.
Of course, I can’t blame the woman. If I had the chance, I’d be in the same spot he just moved her from.
I’m trying to pay attention to the three guys talking to me and Lucy, but I can’t seem to focus because Dixon is watching me. It’s nothing new; he’s always watched me, but there’s something about it now that makes me want to walk over to him and beg him to take me right here in the bar.
“Hello. Earth to Faith. Come in, Faith.”
I jerk my eyes from the thick cowboy with black eyes across the room and look at my friend. “Lucy, I’m sorry. I was daydreaming.”
She smirks at me knowingly. “Oh, I know exactly what you were doing, but Chris here was asking you what your plans are while you’re in town.”
I bite my lip and try to come up with some excuse of why I’m not going to be going out with Chris. Or hell, any of the three cowboys standing in front of me, for that matter. I’m not interested in them. The only cowboy I’d go out with is sitting across the bar and probably wishing I’d leave so I wouldn’t be cramping his style. “I haven’t seen my dad since I left town five years ago, so I’m going to be hanging out at the ranch and spending time with him.”
The cowboy doesn’t take the hint. “I’d love to see your dad’s ranch. Charlie Allen is a legend and—”
The guy goes on, listing all the awards my father has won through the years, but I’m not paying any attention because Dixon Chase is walking toward me. He has his hat on low so I can’t see his eyes, but I know he’s looking at me. My body feels as if it’s on fire, my nipples are poking against my thin shirt, and there’s a slickness between my legs that wasn’t there before. My body betrays me in every way when it comes to Dixon. It was like this when I was eighteen and ever since then anytime I watched him on television. There’s just something about him that I’m drawn to, and no cowboy compares to him.
It’s not until he’s almost to where I’m sitting that I realize I’m holding my breath. I let it out in a big whoosh just as he stops next to me.
I inhale, and the scent of him takes a hold of me. He smells like leather, sunshine, and pure Dixon Chase. I’m addicted to the smell of him, but before I can embarrass myself and lean in to sniff him, he grunts, “What are you doing here?”
I roll my eyes. So this is how he’s going to play it. Fine. I can give it right back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to tell you what I’m doing.”
He juts a big fat thumb into his chest. “Well, you do. Just call me your keeper. Now, does your dad know you’re home?”