WRECKER: A Bad Boy Cowboy Romance (A steamy billionaire romance story)

by Natasha Tanner

  WRECKER: A Bad Boy Cowboy Romance

  Natasha Tanner

  Jess Bentley

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Deleted Scene

  About Natasha Tanner

  About Jess Bentley

  Also by Natasha Tanner

  Copyright © 2016

  Natasha Tanner and Jess Bentley

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the authors’ imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  One

  Chastity

  “Howdy ma’am, I think you dropped something.”

  The hand that holds out the small piece of paper is strong, tanned, veiny. Long-fingered. My eyes trail across the muscular forearm, the rolled-up sleeves straining over strong biceps and broad shoulders, and settle on a pair of dark eyes. They flash, framed by a fringe of dark eyelashes underneath the shade of a black cowboy hat. I’m momentarily speechless, struck by their fierce intensity.

  I force myself to rip my eyes away. That’s the last thing I need, a gorgeous man holding out a gorgeous hand to me. I take the paper, and glance at it quickly. It’s a receipt. And of course, it’s for tequila. I can feel the blush beginning in my neck and crawling up my cheeks. I hope he didn’t look at it. Gah.

  “Thanks,” I say quickly, sneaking another look at him. The strong jaw, the collar open at the neck, just the beginning of bronzed pecs, all are tempting my eye to explore further.

  “Why, you’re very welcome,” he says, his southern accent dripping like honey.

  I’m not sure what to say. The way he’s looking at me right now, expectantly, intently, I can tell he wants something. Something I’m not sure I can give anymore. Or ever again. It’s the last thing I want, to engage with such a man. And besides that, there’s danger behind that sweet voice. Behind those gorgeous eyes. Something dark. I can tell, because I’ve got my own darkness. I keep it hidden as much as possible. But there are some things you just can’t hide. Takes one to know one, is what they say, and it’s true.

  He clears his throat, touches me lightly on the shoulder, and says, “Well, you have a nice day now.”

  The touch shouldn’t affect me, but it does. I want more, but at the same time I want to get away from him as fast as I can.

  “Thanks, you as well.” I start to walk away, but then he grabs my arm lightly. His fingers electrify me, like touching a live wire.

  “You’re not from around here are you?” His eyelids lower slightly and he flicks them open to move over my body, then back to my eyes. It’s a lazy look, and an entitled one. I should be mad. But I’m not. Damn men like him. Men with slow grins, revealing perfect rows of dangerous white teeth.

  “No, I’m not. I just moved here.”

  Is it that obvious that I’m an outsider? I’m sure it’s my accent, but I’ve felt like one all my life. Can’t I just belong somewhere? It’s my turn to be embarrassed again. I wonder when his turn will come to be embarrassed. Probably never.

  “Where did you move from?” he asks, somehow conspiratorially, making me feel like we’re the only ones in the room.

  “From Canada,” I say, and grin.

  “Canada huh? Is that in Texas?” He winks. “See you sometime, Canada.”

  The heat that was reddening my cheeks travels in a flash down my body to my core. And to my mortification, I actually feel myself getting wet. I don’t know how he’s done this in just a few moments. With my last boyfriend, the man who eventually became my husband, I don’t think that ever happened. And we were together five years. But this man has done what my husband never could in only the span of a few words? Impossible. But undeniable.

  I try not to watch him walk away. Lacey comes up behind me, two brightly colored drinks in her hands, each with a little paper umbrella sticking out. She hands me one and when she leans in, she whispers, “Oh my God, Chastity, do you know who that guy was?”

  “I want to say, ‘the hottest man I’ve ever seen,’ but other than that, no.”

  I’m sure the remnants of the blush are still on my cheeks, along with an embarrassed smile. Lacey’s eyes are flashing with excitement.

  “Well, yeah, he is, but he’s even more than that.” She’s whispering now, but I’ve never heard her sound so thrilled. not that I’ve known her that long, but I’m not sure if I’ve heard anybody sound that thrilled. “That was the biggest friggin’ cowboy rodeo star who’s ever set foot in Texas.”

  “You know I’m not into that kind of thing,” I say.

  “How do you know? Have you ever been to the rodeo?”

  She’s got me there. “No, that’s true, I’ve never been… but I’ve also never had a single urge to go in my entire life.”

  That is, before this very moment. I wouldn’t mind seeing those eyes again, but from a safe spot, way up in the stands. Hundreds of feet away.

  “I’m getting us tickets,“ Lacey says firmly. “It’s happening.”

  It’s useless to argue with her. “I didn’t even know you needed tickets for the rodeo,” I say, trying to change the subject.

  “Well, I’m certain you’re going to learn a lot down here,” she grins wickedly. “About a lot of things.”

  “You’re probably right about that.” It’s true, Texas is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. But it’ll be my home for a while, so I might as well make the most of it. “But I’m not sure I want to learn anything from that cowboy.”

  We sit down in tall chairs at a table overlooking the track. As she sips her drink, Lacey’s eyes widen. “Mmm, pineapple, my favorite,” she says. “So sweet.”

  Sweet like that man’s voice. “So what’s the name of that guy?” I ask, looking away, trying to seem casual. So much for changing the subject, I guess. I can’t get off it even if I want to.

  “I heard his name used to be Kent, but now he
goes by something else.”

  “What?”

  “Kanen. They call him The Wrecker.” A smile begins on her face. “And I bet he can wreck some things pretty good.”

  I bet she’s right. My mind goes back to those hands, large delicate-fingered hands. I imagine them going around my waist, pulling me close, in my hair. These are hands that could be a pianist’s, a surgeon’s, anything that requires delicacy and strength. I know exactly what the perfect strength and controlled hands could do to me. Not to mention the rest of him.

  And I need to make sure that they never do.

  I try to keep my mind on the racetrack, on the fun day out that Lacey has planned for us, but it’s not easy. These unexpected feelings toward Kent, or Kanen, or whatever it is that he calls himself, have really unsettled me. There’s a sensation in my heart that hasn’t been there for a long time, maybe ever. And it’s not altogether pleasant. When I came to Texas, I wasn’t planning on getting involved with any man, much less a famous rodeo cowboy. So why I’ve suddenly had such a strong reaction to this man I only just met is frightening me. And I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with such a feeling.

  I shake my head to clear it. I’ve gotta lighten up. Lacey wants to have fun, to enjoy the weather and the excitement of the horse races, not to watch me to obsess over a man that I don’t even know, simply because he’s gorgeous. And electric.

  She’s holding the race schedule, and she seems super excited about the next race. “So what you say? Is it going to be Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag in the fifth?” She studies the schedule a little more. “Hey wait, how about this one? Rodeo Clown? Maybe you should bet on him!” Her laugh is innocent and fun, but the last thing I want to do is bet on this horse.

  In more ways than one.

  You see, I came here to Texas to forget. To forget what it was like to be in love, what it was to be with a man, to rely on one, even to expect his baby. Because the last time it happened, it ended in a way that nobody would’ve foreseen—but nonetheless I’m the one who has to live with the consequences.

  My husband, Jeffrey, and I were high school sweethearts. And it seemed like everyone always knew we would be married. And once we had, it wasn’t long before we were expecting a child. So when he got into the car wreck, with me in the passenger seat, and his failing eyes stared at me as the motor roared, wheels spinning on the side of the road, well... I lost a lot of things that day. My hope for the future, my husband, and, in a mere few hours more, my unborn baby. The impact was too much, and the airbag hit my belly too hard, I guess. They tried to save Jeff, but the surgery didn’t take, and there was nothing anyone could do.

  The saddest thing about it was how excited Jeff had seemed, planning to have a baby with me. Sometimes he acted even more excited than I was. He would go over baby names on the internet, and come to me with different ideas all the time. Sometimes he wanted to name the child after his dad, to keep it in the family, and sometimes he imagined funny names that would be more appropriate for a rock star’s or an actor’s baby. I guess I thought that meant he was excited, anyway.

  “Hey girl, where’d you go?” Lacey’s peering in my eyes, her smile questioning. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

  “Sorry about that, you didn’t.” I’m not really sure how to explain what I was thinking about to her. Nobody wants to hear such a sad story. Not even me. I’ve tried to forget it so many times. After all, that life is never coming back. Nothing can ever change that fact, so thinking about it and talking about it seems needlessly painful. But unfortunately, I can’t always control this mind of mine. “I was just thinking about getting a job,” I lie. No reason to bother her with my problems.

  She seems relieved. “Oh hey, about that. Remember I told you I could ask my boss if there were any openings at the restaurant?”

  “Oh yeah, what did he say?” Shit, I think. Waitressing, not my forte.

  “He wants you to come in for an interview, as soon as possible.” She wrinkled her nose. “As long as you’re okay with being a waitress like me.”

  I don’t really need a ton of money. Luckily for me, Jeffrey thought ahead, and even the meager life insurance he bought for our little family is going to keep me going for a little while, especially since it’s just me now. But what I wasn’t counting on was how much I needed just the interaction with people. Moving to a new place can be lonely, and working in a restaurant might be perfect to keep my mind off what’s happened. There’s no chance to think of anything, to face my past.

  Or the future.

  Two

  Kanen

  “Why’d you drag me here anyway,” says Jack with a grin, “if all you wanna do is pick up girls?”

  “Hey man, just because you strike out…”

  I let the sentence trail off as I wink at him. I don’t know why my best buddy here doesn’t do as well with girls as I do. From what I can tell he seems like a good-looking guy. Blond, strong jaw, blue eyes. Good job as a lawyer. Isn’t that what they like? I guess not, because what they like is me.

  I’ve been brushing off women the whole time we’ve been here at the track. All kinds. Sure, some of them catch my eye, especially that dark-haired chick from Canada. Maybe I should’ve gotten her name, her number, but I won’t worry about it. Women come and go.

  Still, there’s something about her. she seems special somehow. Innocent. And damn good-looking.

  “This is supposed to be a guy’s day,” Jack says. “You know I’m not in town long.”

  “What, you want all my attention?” I say in a teasing voice. “You’re worse than my girlfriends.”

  He shoots me a look and then does an exaggerated falsetto. “Oh Mr. Rodeo, Mr. Big Cowboy Star, pay attention to me,” he says, simpering.

  It’s not too far off actually. I look over across the room for that cute girl. I’d prefer she was the one vying for my attention. She seems pretty engrossed in whatever her friend is saying. Maybe I’ll send them over a drink or two.

  “Lay off, Jack,” I say, but I grin.

  He can be ridiculous sometimes, but still he’s right. We don’t spend a lot of time together, so when we do it should count. He’s in town from Philly, he works in a law office—some kind of big lawyer. I don’t really care for that kind of life. But if he’s happy, more power to him.

  The waitress at my shoulder is eyeing me with her big cornflower-blue eyes. She’s got some kind of super push-up bra on, because her nipples and her eyes are at almost the same level.

  “What can I get you, honey?” she says, pushing her big breasts into my shoulder. I lean back a bit away from her.

  “Well I’ll tell you what you can get me,” I say, raising one eyebrow. She looks hopeful—probably thinks I’m flirting with her. “You see that girl over there? Dark hair?” I nod toward Canada. “Whatever she’s drinking, send her another. Her friend too.”

  Her bee-stung lower lip pouts out a little more than it was before. She’s disappointed. But she recovers quickly. “Why sure,” she says, moving farther away. “Right away, sir.”

  I’ll have to give her a good tip. One thing they can say about Kanen is that I am not cheap. I may be easy but I’m not cheap, Jack used to say, but now I’m not sure if I’m even easy. I run my hands from my hair, reaching back to massage my neck a bit. It hurts from riding. But it’s worth it.

  Hearing the crowd scream when I take those bulls out is kind of like an addiction. Experiencing time on the back of the bull, the way mere seconds can take on so much significance that they almost feel like years of your life, that’s also addictive.

  “So who’s this chick that you sent the drink to?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine,” I grin. “All I know is she’s from up north.”

  “You got tired of the California girls?” Jack ribs me. He starts singing that old song, I think it’s the Beach Boys. “Girls, girls, girls…”

  “What do you expect me to do, ignore all my admirers?” I joke.

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nbsp; But I know Jack ain’t serious. He’s never wanted what I have; he’s happy the way he is. Then again he’s never tasted it. I never wanted to ride either until I did it on a lark one day. Then it became my life. These animals, they’re huge. Powerful. And crazy. But there’s something in me that I know can control them. Because I am one of them.

  And that’s what Canada will learn, if I have anything to say about it.

  Three

  Chastity

  The sun is shining, sky is blue, it’s a perfect seventy degrees, and I’m driving to my interview at the restaurant. Lacey told me just to act normal. She said my natural charm would definitely take me through this interview with no problem—easy peasy. Said her boss, Jeremy, would totally like me. I am trying to believe her, but it’s not as simple as she seems to think. I tend to get a little nervous in situations like this. But it helps that I don’t need the job. Makes it less difficult when nothing’s really at stake but my pride.

  Still my stupid brain has to poke at me. What if you really did need the job? Then how would you do? How would you manage on your own? How are you supposed to make it through life without your husband? Because you’re going to have to learn how, sooner or later.

  I turn up the radio to pump myself up, and to drown out those voices in my brain. Taylor Swift is playing. “Shake It Off.” And that’s exactly what I’ve gotta think. Because no matter what, I do have to make it on my own—it’s not like I have an alternative.

  I honk the horn of the guy ahead of me who’s been idling at the stoplight for a while. Maybe he’s going to a job interview too, as he seems just about as out of it as I do.

  Of course I’m also a little distracted by the man I met over the weekend at the track. The cowboy sent both me and Lacey a drink, and Lacey said I should go over and talk to him, but I didn’t have the guts. He just said goodbye to me afterward, tipping his hat to me as he and his friend left, and I blushed from the tips of my feet to the top of my hair.