Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2)

by Janessa Anderson

  John stood his ground as he watched his opponent bring the chair back behind his head, and rush forward with it, aiming to hit him in the head with it. His tall frame ducked down enough to where his head would be missed. He stood up right, and looked to see Johnathon looking back at him in shock. John didn’t give him another chance with it as he wrapped his right hand around his throat tightly, and brought him close to him to hear him whisper to him.

  “Now…It is my turn.”

  * * *

  “Hang on, Granny Belle.” Emily whispered to her as she used her hands to lift her off the ground, and guide her over to a chair that would put her out of harm’s way. She eased her down onto it, and looked back to where her date and the party crasher were nestled.

  In that second she chose to look over, John tossed Johnathon down onto the ground with enough force that it caused him to let go of the chair. One of his big boots kicked the chair away from his side before he motioned to him with one of his hands and spoke in a menacing and teasing sound.

  “Come on now, you little shit-head…Is that all you got for me?”

  Oh hell yes! Her conscience spoke with glee and excitement in its voice from what she was looking at the moment. Johnathon is finally going to get the treatment he deserves for all of the abuse you have suffered at his hand, and also the attack that he dished out on your grandmother with no regard for her age or physical ability to withstand it.

  Even though she knew she should be happy at that moment for what was about to happen, Emily couldn’t help but feel nervous about what was to happen before her eyes. There was an unsettling feeling that she was getting off of the scene unfolding her eyes.

  She soon got her answer when her eyes captured sight of her ex pulling a switchblade knife out of one of his shoes, and point in the direction of where John was standing with the same fierce look of intensity upon his face. It was no ordinary switchblade knife thought that Johnathon was holding, but the very one that he had used to engrave the initials ‘SB’ onto one of her breasts.

  The visual of the instrument that he had used on her caused her entire body to tighten up with intense and unbridled fear at what he could do with it, and also an overwhelming amount of nervousness about John not being able to get out of the way of it.

  I can’t stand by and do nothing…I have to do something if I am to have any night left with my date.

  Emily removed herself away from her grandmother’s sight and rushed forward to where her former companion’s back was facing her. She moved with desperation in her steps across the floor and amongst the people that were watching the fight. Breaking through, her right hand reached out, and grabbed on as tight as she could to his wrist holding the knife.

  “No!” She shouted. Her voice dripped with a pure need to keep John from getting stabbed or worse with it. “I won’t let you hurt him, Johnathon!”

  “Get off of me, you bitch!”

  Despite how tight she was holding onto him, Emily found herself being slung down to the ground by him shoving her backwards. She eased herself to sit up on her side, and looked up to see the face of the man she once loved gazing upon her with nothing but unbridled fury while his hand extended the knife’s blade in her direction, and his voice showed her no sign of the person she loved by the uncaring tone it chose to speak in.

  “When I get done with this big, dumb bastard,” Johnathon said, lethally, “I am going to engrave on your other breast the same initials that I put on your other one so that way when you look at yourself in the mirror, you will see them and know that you are nothing more than a stupid bitch!”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Anger filled John’s heart the very instant that he heard this…this…this poor excuse for a human being state that not only had he put a scar on one of Emily’s breasts to show that she was a ‘stupid bitch’ but that he intended to do the same to her other one.

  Not if he had anything to do about it.

  His body raced forward with the speed of a cheetah and all of the strength that he possessed in his body, and drove one of his strong shoulders deep into the abdomen of Johnathon’s slightly shorter stature, sending them both down to the ground several feet from Emily’s fallen form and causing the denim cowboy hat to fall from the top of his head, freeing his hair to fly around his face a little bit.

  Sitting himself on top of the unfortunate soul that decided to crash the party, he grabbed him by the hair on top of his head, and forced him to look in his direction while the tone in his voice took on a very dark and sinister sound.

  “Tell me that you are lying…” John whispered, heatedly, “Tell me that you made up what you just said if you want to live past tonight.”

  John kept his body nestled atop Emily’s ex while he never removed his eyes away from his. The amount of hatred poured out of every pore in his body while his ears waited to hear Johnathon’s confession.

  Instead of a heartfelt confession or a quivering, pleading one, his southern goddess’s former flame started to laugh, maniacally, towards him while his voice escaped out in a similar sounding voice.

  “What’s wrong, John?” He asked, teasingly, “Feeling upset about what I did? No…Perhaps…You feel…jealous of me since I marked her as my ‘SB’.”

  That was the final straw. He crossed the line with him on that statement. Anyone, male or female, that would get a sick and twisted pleasure from making someone suffer or even carve letters, numbers or symbols into their flesh to show everyone that they were their ‘property’…deserved the worst imaginable punishment.

  John pulled his free hand back, balled it up into a tight fist, and brought it crashing down towards his face with no mercy shown towards the individual beneath him. His eyes watched as Johnathan flinched out of his pain while his ears heard him let out a disgruntled cry.

  “You give men like me a bad name.” Every syllable that flowed out of his mouth contained an intense amount of the very anger that fueled his take down of him. “It is because of guys like you that makes it extremely hard on us good guys to show a woman we don’t plan on hurting them.”

  “You will end up hurting Emily.”

  “I will never hurt her…She is my whole world and everything. I would never do anything to upset her or make her doubt about being with me.”

  “You will hurt her…and she will come crawling back to me for my attention and my love.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Really-“

  Unable to control his emotions, he snapped his head forward, and brought their foreheads crashing against one another with tremendous force. He leaned his head back, and watched Johnathon’s eyes clench tightly for a moment before they relaxed with the rest of his newly limp body. John maintained his attention fully on him while his body was straddled over the top of his sprawled out frame, and spoke to him in a soft and serious whisper.

  “Want to bet on that?”

  * * *

  I have to get up…I need to make sure that John is okay, and that my ex hasn’t done anything to him.

  With her motivation being on the new love in her life and her desire to make sure he is safe and secure, Emily softly groaned as she pressed the palms of her hands against the hard earth beneath her. She managed to make her way to her feet with the skirt of her maroon and red plaid dress swaying side to side, knocking off some of the dirt that was embedded into the fabric of it.

  Take it easy on yourself, Emily. Don’t push yourself too hard, and end up hurting instead of helping yourself.

  She took heed of what her conscience whispered to her, wishing to not injure herself more than she already was at the moment.

  Her eyes moved over to where John was straddled over Johnathon’s sprawled out body a little ways away from her due to the spear that her new love did on the old one. She drew in a breath of air, and proceeded towards where he was nestled with her hands at the sides of her dress.

  Please be okay, John…Don’t let there be anything wrong with you.

  T
he fear that ravaged her system was that of the new man in her life sitting there with some sort of wound he suffered during the battle with Johnathon. She didn’t want to find him bleeding or about to pass out due to standing up for her, and keeping her from getting hurt by the party crasher.

  She drew in a single breath of air, and moved a few more feet towards him, leaving the crowds of people there at the party behind her. Emily maintained her attention on him as her voice escaped from her mouth.

  “John…” She said, softly. Her voice trembled out of the nervousness and dread of the secret that was causing unbridled turmoil deep inside of her body.

  With her eyes focused on him, Emily brought her body to an abrupt stop upon capturing sight of him turning around, and looking at her with several strands of his thick, black hair hanging down in front of his face and his denim cowboy hat lying off to the side of where he was nestled.

  The very instant that her eyes met his, a strong urge to run towards him, and wrap her arms around his muscular physique begun to eat away at her. Finding him to not be hurt eased the concern and worry far from her mind, but it didn’t stop the unbridled need she possessed inside of her body for him and only him.

  Emily waited for him to rise up to stand up with a similar look growing in his eyes before her gaze started to tear up on the spot as a soft breath of relief slipped out of the small opening in her mouth.

  “John…”

  Unable to restrain herself for a few more moments, her body raced towards where his was moving to his feet, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck before burying her face into the crook of his strong neck.

  Don’t you think he might believe this to be a little forward, Emily?

  Her conscience’s question fell dead to her ears when she registered John’s strong arms wrapping around her body, placing the palm of one hand on the back of her head and the other palm against the middle of her back. The sensation alone chased away any other thought besides that of enjoying and savoring the moment she was experiencing.

  Another soft breath escaped from her mouth, and danced across a side of his throat along with her voice whispering out just one word in a slightly shaky tone.

  “John…”

  Chapter Seventeen

  John’s heart nearly broke from hearing how Emily whispered his name and her arms clung around the back of his neck in a grip that told him all he needed to know about how she was feeling at the moment.

  My sweet…dear…precious Emily. You have nothing to worry or fear now…I am here.

  He slowly closed his eyes, and held onto her a little more firmly, pulling her further into his embrace and pressing their front sides against one another with no space between the two of them at all. John listened to the soft sound of her letting out a soft sigh before he registered the sensation of her breath tickling against the nape of his neck.

  The mixture of her curvaceous body pressing against his muscular one, the soft brushing of her breath dancing across his neck, and the gentle sound of her voice whispering out his name in a way that sounded not only innocent but sensual to a degree. The combination of all three started to do a number on his restraint, and have his hormones to slowly begin to build a fire to get it really going.

  Easy now…I don’t want to rush into it with Emily. After all…WE have the whole night to spend with each other.

  A faint smile moved across his face as he thought about the prospect of getting to spend the rest of the evening with her, and taking his time with romancing her like he originally planned on.

  Slowly, John pulled his body back just enough to focus on her. One of his hands left the backside of her body to tilt her head up in order to gaze into her gorgeous brown eyes. The sight of her relief there brought his smile more to the surface so that she may see it.

  “You have nothing to worry about, Emily.” He whispered, soft and huskily. “I am here now for you…and Johnathon will not be bothering us now from here on out.”

  “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Emily asked. Her concern she had for him prior to coming up to him rose to the surface in her voice, as well as in her gaze that she was trying to blink the tears out of at the moment. “Johnathon didn’t do anything-“

  “He didn’t have a chance to do any real damage to me, darling.” John turned towards where his opponent lied on the ground in an unconscious and lifeless state with his arms and legs spread out to his sides. His smile turned into a smirk for a moment while his gaze fixated on him. “As you can see…He is not going to be doing much of anything else from here on out.”

  “What are we going to do with him though? He is going to wake up at some point, and I don’t want him to be around here when that happens-“

  “I will take care of the punk you two.”

  The sound of a third voice caught his attention, and brought it in the direction he had come from. John found himself looking upon none other than Bob Denny, the town’s sheriff, walking up with a pair of handcuffs in one of his hands and wearing one of his best suits for the party that night.

  “Thank you, Sheriff Denny.” John said, appreciatively, towards the middle aged man as he moved towards Johnathon, and proceeded to roll him over on his back. His eyes watched him bring his arms around, and start to handcuff him on the spot while he used his arm that was draped around Emily’s back to hold her to one of his sides closer.

  * * *

  “What are you planning to do with him, Sheriff?” Emily asked, curiously. Even though her voice sounded very relieved at him being there to step in and arrested him, she still wanted to know what was going to happen around her if it involved her or someone she knew at all.

  “I am going to haul his ass straight down to the precinct, and have him locked up for disrupting the peace, attempting to assault you, Miss Withers, and threatening to endanger your life, as well as the lives of those that are here tonight.” Sheriff Denny spoke with a slightly gruff sound to his voice as he used his strong physique to lift Johnathon up enough to where he had a slight hold on him in order to carry him to a degree. “By the time he wakes up…The only view he is going to be having will be that of iron bars, and the only person he is going to have in the area to talk with or even mess around with will be another prison in jail.”

  A smile danced across her face at the thought of her ex-boyfriend waking up in a jail cell with one, two, or maybe even three men in the same room with him. That would certainly be an eye opening experience for him, and make him think twice about coming and messing around with her.

  Emily watched Sheriff Denny start to walk off in a direction with his hands dragging Johnathon behind him to an extent before her attention moved over to where she had last seen her grandmother being attended to.

  No longer sitting, Belle stood amongst several of her friends, reassuring them that she was perfectly fine and showing no sign of her being injured at all from what the party crasher had attempted to do to her in that short span of time.

  She eased herself from John’s side, and moved towards her direction. Her curvaceous frame moved amongst the men, women, and children that were in the area, and right up to where her grandmother was now amongst good company.

  “Grandmother,” Emily asked, “how are you feeling?” Her voice trembled on its way out due to an overwhelming amount of concern she possessed for her relative that chose to put herself on the line in order to save her from being knocked down like she had been. “Do you need me to call a doctor or an ambulance-“

  “Hell no, I don’t need any doctor or ambulance to come here and check on me, Emily.” Belle stated to her with a proud, confident tone in her southern voice. “I am feeling very good at the moment and don’t see a reason for me being taken off to some doctor's office or hospital room when there is a party going on here, and everyone is enjoying themselves too much for it to come to an end.”

  “Are you sure about this, granny? If you are hurt, I need to-“

  “Stop worrying about this old woman, Emily, a
nd focus on having some fun tonight.” Belle glanced in the direction behind her, and smiled from ear to ear as a chuckle escaped into her voice. “Besides…I believe that you have someone wanting some of your attention right now.”

  Catching wind of what she was suggesting, she turned around, and noticed a smoldering look of sensuality deep within John’s eyes for her. The sight caused her own hormones to go wild with a need for him even though she struggled to keep them lock down due to the situation she was in at the moment.

  Emily managed to look back at Belle long enough to see her going in the direction of the DJ before she turned her attention towards an approaching John.

  “How is she holding up?” John asked, softly.

  “She is tough for an old woman…but I still think she needs to take it easy after getting speared like that in her stomach.”

  “Belle will be all right, Emily.”

  “I hope so-“

  Before she could finish her sentence to him, her ears picked up on the music for “T-R-O-U-B-L-E” started to play out of the speaker system. Emily looked around her, and found people moving onto the dance floor that was close to them.

  This is really strange. I saw this in the daydream I had earlier. I wonder if it is going to follow suit with John and I-

  She was yanked out of her train of thought by the sensation of one of John’s hands wrapping around one of hers. Her eyes moved to the side of her body he was on, and found him to be looking at her with a smile that dripped with a sincere playful side to him. The visual brought a smile dancing across her face while her ears picked up on the sound of his deep, southern voice.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “I believe it’s time…that this country boy shows you how we dance down here in Oleander.”