by Maisey Yates
Though it was hard not to beg when her lips still burned from the touch of his. When her body ached in places she hadn’t given all that much thought to before.
Yeah, that made it a lot harder.
“Get on your horse. And do the run again,” he said, his blue eyes level with hers.
“Still?”
“Are you a quitter?”
“Fuck you.”
“Shout that at me all you want when you’re doing the run again. Go.”
She walked back over to Roo and got on. They walked back to the starting point. Then she looked at Jack, who was standing there holding the stopwatch. She took a breath and started. And her mind was blank. Blank of anything but what had just happened. Blank of anything but the heat and fire burning in her blood from the anger, from her arousal. That moment when her lips had touched his. When he had pushed her away.
She rounded the first barrel and it seemed slow, easy, in comparison to the confusion that was pouring through her. They straightened up and she went to the second, slowing down the moment in her mind so that she could capture the memory of his lips on hers. It had only been a second. A fraction of one, even. But it had felt so important. So altering.
Before she knew it, she was rounding the third barrel, the impression of the heat and firmness of his mouth still on hers as she let out a breath and finished the run.
It was fast. It was clean.
It was good.
She looked up, saw the stopwatch hanging on the fence where it had been before Jack had come.
And Jack was gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
KATE SHOWED UP to the meeting late and pissed. All things considered, Jack didn’t really give a fuck about her mental state.
The little wench had kissed him.
Sure, he’d been baiting her to do something. He couldn’t deny that. But never, not once, had he imagined she would do that.
Somehow, in the moment, slapping her on the rear had made sense.
He’d shown up at the ranch, and neither Eli nor Connor had been there. Then he’d run across Kate. Riding her horse around the barrels, so obviously holding back it had made him angry for some reason.
Probably for the same reason her putting off turning pro made him angry.
She was selling herself short. Holding herself back. Making herself so much smaller than she should.
He hated that. It was something his mother had done, always. Accepting defeat. Receding into it. A woman who hadn’t been wanted by her rich lover, so she’d refused to take anything from him. Refused to fight. Curled so deep into herself she couldn’t even love her son, because she couldn’t see her value or his.
He didn’t want to see Kate doing it, too.
But then she compounded her sins by being...not the Kate he was used to. When she’d done her second run, he’d been far too aware of how her body moved with the horse’s. And it had been far too easy to imagine her riding astride him as he gripped her hips, as she followed his rhythm.
Something in his brain was short-circuiting. And that had been confirmed when she’d started running her mouth, and in his mind it had seemed a perfectly acceptable solution to give her a smack on the ass. Nothing more than a sports pat, something to prove he was in complete control of himself. That she was one of the guys, or just a little sister to him, or something.
It had backfired in a very spectacular way.
Not only because the contact had felt decidedly unbrotherly on his end but because then she had turned around and kissed him.
And it had damn near knocked him on his ass.
More accurately, it had damn near taken them both to the ground, where he would have taken things a lot further than a simple kiss.
He tried to think back to a few weeks ago. When Kate had simply been Kate, the younger sister of his two best friends in the entire world. A woman he’d known for so many years he didn’t spare her a second glance when she walked in the room. There had been no need to look at her. He had her memorized already.
No makeup. Long dark hair either hanging down her back or tied back into a braid. And her body... He’d never even bothered to look. Not in a serious way.
He wanted to go back to that time. Sadly, he couldn’t. Which meant when Kate stormed into the Grange Hall looking furious, he did look at her.
At the flush of rose in her cheeks that betrayed just how mad she was, at the dangerous glitter in her dark eyes. The way her hair was disheveled, probably from the ride earlier, but it made him think of the kiss. The possibility that it had been messed up by him.
The kiss had been too brief for that. He hadn’t had the chance to sift his fingers through her hair. Hadn’t had a chance to do anything much other than brush his lips briefly against hers. Because he had come back to his senses and fast.
He shouldn’t be regretting that.
He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on what Eileen was saying about the progress sheet made for their rodeo day. Kate, meanwhile, had taken a seat opposite him in the circle, making such a show of not looking at him that it made her anger all the more apparent.
Okay, so leaving her during her ride and then not taking her to the meeting as they’d agreed had probably been a jerk move. But he didn’t really appreciate the kiss, so as far as he was concerned, they were even.
Except for the part where Kate Garrett had made his dick hard and nothing would be right in his life or his head ever again.
So yeah, there was that.
Eileen called on him to speak and he rattled off the list of riders he’d gotten to agree to be a part of the competition.
With the venue confirmed, enough riders on board and enough livestock owners willing to have their bulls and broncs involved in the extra day, everything was ready to move forward.
And he could barely pay attention, because the kiss, the kiss that never should have happened, was still burning his lips.
Shit, he was the one acting like a virgin, not Kate.
The word sent a shock of heat through his body. A virgin.
The odds that Kate was a virgin? Very high. Very, very high and he shouldn’t care or ponder that. He shouldn’t think of Kate and sex or Kate and no sex at all.
Except he had thought Kate and sex a lot in the space of the past few minutes, and dammit, he needed a distraction. He needed to chop wood. No, that wasn’t good enough. He should go pull a tree down with his bare hands. Anything to expel the extra testosterone currently roaring through his body.
He could sleep with someone else, he supposed. Kate wasn’t an option and the best way to deal with being horny was to get some. A simple problem with a simple solution.
He raised his eyes and scanned the room, purposefully avoiding looking anywhere near Sierra or Kate. There were some hot cowgirls in the building. Chicks in rhinestone jeans and pink hats with tight tops and big breasts. Girls who would stay long enough to complete the ride, so to speak, and then get on their way. No hang-ups, no nothing. Just his type.
Except looking at them right now was just like looking at a sunset. Real nice, real pretty, but he didn’t want to fuck it.
Not that he wanted to do that with Kate. There was a lot of mileage between a kiss in an arena and full-on...bedroom events.
But the fact that it was on his mind was a bad sign.
By the time the meeting adjourned, Jack wasn’t in the mood to stick around and socialize, even if he should. Especially with the pretty cowgirls.
He didn’t feel like it.
He stood and made his way out, looking at Kate one last time. Kate, who was still very definitely ignoring him.
Fine. He walked out the door, and thankfully, no one stopped him. Probably because he looked about as happy as a guy chewing glass.
He crossed the st
reet to where he’d parked his truck. The days were getting shorter, dusk already lowering itself down to the tops of the mountains and blanketing the town in deep blue. There was something peaceful about it like this. The familiar shrouded in darkness. He’d traveled all over the country during his stint in the rodeo, but he’d never found another place he felt as if he could call home.
On the road he’d found what he did or didn’t do meant nothing. Because no one who mattered was there to see it.
Copper Ridge, for all the history, good, bad and ugly, was his home. No doubt about it.
Eli was here. Connor was here.
And the Wests are here. And you’re still wishing he’d see you.
No. Hell no. The old man could rot, for all he cared. He wanted to be a thorn in his side, sure as hell, but he didn’t want attention. Didn’t need admiration.
“All right, asshole.”
Jack turned and saw Kate storming across the street, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She painted a sharply contrasting picture to some of the other women in the group. No sequins, no pink.
Oh yeah, and she was looking at him like she wanted to kill him with her bare hands and feed his body to the seagulls.
“What do you want, Kate?”
“Why did you stand me up?” she demanded.
“Why did you kiss me?”
“Because you’re sexy and I wanted to. Now, why the hell did you stand me up?” she asked again, her voice cracking. “I waited for you.”
“I wasn’t in the space to deal with you. And you think I’m sexy?”
“No, dumbass. I think you’re a fucking troll—that’s why I kissed you.” She was mad. And not the normal Kate mad. Not the kind where she wanted to slap his arm and call him a name and call it done. He’d never seen her this mad.
“We can’t,” he said, because it was the only thing he could think to say.
“You can’t say you’re going to take me somewhere and then not show up.”
“That has nothing to do with the kiss.”
“So you didn’t leave me stranded because I kissed you?”
It was exactly why he hadn’t brought her with him to the meeting. “I didn’t strand you,” he said. “You have a truck.”
“I have waited on too many damn curbs for a man who was at home drunk off his ass to spend ten seconds waiting for you,” she said, her voice breaking now.
Kate wasn’t just mad. Kate was hurt. And he would have fed his own body to the seagulls about now if he wasn’t so attached to it.
“Kate... I didn’t... Look, I just thought it was best if we had some distance. I sure as hell don’t know what’s been...” He trailed off because he couldn’t find a way to finish the sentence that didn’t force him to confess more than he wanted to.
He looked through the hazy light and saw that her eyes were glittering, filling with tears. The mighty Kate Garrett, whose face he hadn’t seen streaked with tears since she was nine years old, sitting on the step outside her house while her dad raged and threw things inside, was about to cry.
Because of him.
She was right. He was an asshole.
He wanted to tug her into his arms and give her a hug. But hugs, touching of any kind, had turned an unexpected direction. Like a mean bull on a bad day. And there was no way he could reach out to her now.
“Katie,” he said, his voice rough even to his own ears, “please don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” she said, but the catch in her voice told another story.
“Damn it all to hell.” He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, tugging her in close. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I thought we could use some...distance.”
She looked up at him and the vulnerability in her eyes caught him off guard, punched him in the gut. “You want distance? From me?”
There was no good way to answer that. “I don’t...want...” He released his hold on her and took a step back. “Things are weird right now. You get that, right?”
“You never want distance from me. We’re around each other all the time.”
“Yeah. And up until today we’d never kissed. So things change.”
“It was only a little kiss,” she said, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and chewing it.
“Big enough,” he said, his gut burning as the memory flashed through his mind again.
“That you need distance from me.”
“Kate...”
“You’re supposed to be teaching me to flirt.”
“You took it too far.”
“Why?”
“For God’s sake, Kate, drop it,” he ground out, turning toward his truck and starting to open the driver’s-side door.
“Is it because you didn’t like it?”
He whirled around. “It’s because given a few more minutes or a few less thoughts, I would have had you down on the ground and out of your clothes, badger-cat, so unless that’s the sort of thing you want to mess around with, I’d suggest giving me the distance I ask for.”
Kate’s eyes widened, her lips dropping into a rounded O shape. “You liked it, then?”
“This isn’t going to end anywhere good.” He didn’t know if he meant the conversation or what was happening between them. It could be either. Or both.
People were filing out of the Grange Hall now and looking in their direction.
“Can we get inside your truck?” Kate asked, her voice small.
“For a minute.” Only because he still felt like such an ass for making her tear up.
She rounded to the passenger side and got in and Jack paused outside the truck, taking in a deep breath of non-Kate-filled air before opening the door and climbing in.
“Okay,” he said, slamming the door. “What else do we need to talk about?”
“You said you would give me flirting lessons...”
“And I already told you why that’s over.”
“And you said you’d coach me with my riding.”
He rested his elbow against the place where the window met the doorframe. “You don’t need coaching. You need to stop holding yourself back. Get out of your head and just ride. There. I’m all done.”
“And I don’t want distance.”
He let out a long, slow breath, then turned to face her. Speaking of distance, there was less of it between them now than he would have liked. But then, at the moment, a whole arena wasn’t distance enough. Hell, a whole small town didn’t seem to be enough.
She didn’t have tears in her eyes, not anymore. Instead she had that look. That fierce, determined look she got when she was ready to dig her heels in and fight. He’d seen that look many times over the years and he knew her well enough to know there would be no placating her. There would be no gentle words to get her to back down.
When Kate had an idea in her head, she went with it, and he would be a damn fool to do anything but meet it head-on.
“All right, then. You don’t want distance. What do you want?” he asked.
“I want... I want more of what happened today.”
Shit. “What? You want...you want me to lay you down on the bench seat and screw you senseless, is that what you want? You want me to treat you like you’re just any old buckle bunny and not Eli and Connor’s sister?”
She wasn’t looking at him now. She was looking past him. It was dark in the truck, so it was difficult to tell, but he was pretty sure she was blushing a very deep shade of red. “You’re getting ahead of me,” she mumbled. “I was thinking maybe we could kiss a couple more times.”
Shame lashed him like a whip. He was being a serious dick because he had no clue what to do with everything rolling around inside of him. And pushing her away by shocking her, dealing with
his rage at himself by speaking the fantasies he was actually having into reality, as if they were so ridiculous they were only worth mocking, not doing, was the only strategy he had at the moment.
“It’s not a good idea,” he said.
He looked out the window and noticed that most of the cars were gone, everyone who had been at the meeting dispersed, headed over to Ace’s, he imagined.
It was just the two of them now.
And there was no damned distance.
“You were a bull rider for like five years. And at no point in time is it ever a good idea to get onto the back of an angry bull. But you did it a lot. Being smart isn’t really a requirement for you.”
He wanted to tell her he didn’t see her that way, to say it wouldn’t work, because she was more kid sister to him than she was a woman.
And a few weeks ago, it would have been true.
But tonight it was a lie.
“I would rather take my chances with a bull than with your brothers.”
“Is that the only reason you don’t want to...kiss me again, because of Eli and Connor and the likelihood that they would kill you dead?”
He paused, knowing he had no good way to answer this. Sensing he’d started on a bad road long enough ago that there was no turning back now. “It factors in.”
“What other factors are there?”
“Dammit, Katie. I do not want to have this conversation with you.”
“We don’t have to talk. We can kiss.”
He clenched his teeth together, so tight he was afraid he might break them. “Do you know why I wanted to teach you to flirt?”
He was going to try a different tactic.
“Because you need a hobby?”
“Because I wanted to protect you. I don’t want you getting screwed over by some asshole. Connor and Eli are great. They’re my best friends. But I bet they didn’t talk to you very much about...dating and things.”
“You’re acting like I’m sixteen.” Kate’s frustration was obvious. But too damn bad. He was frustrated, too. And it was her fault.
“No, I’m not. I’m acting like you’re someone with a hell of a lot less experience than I have. I’m not wrong, am I, Katie?”