Chapter 2
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Even in the crowded, noisy bar, I sensed her before I saw her.
Katherine Camden. Katie.
My sister Lainey’s best friend.
I tipped my hat back so I could get a better look at her.
I’d known her since she was just a girl. Never paid her any mind other than Lainey being a pest and Katie being with her. Because while Lainey was loud, bold and often obnoxiously extroverted, Katie was quiet.
Over the years, the shy and gawky girl had turned into a still-shy, but beautiful woman with curves for days.
One summer, I came back from college and fuck, she’d been all grown up.
Suddenly, the sight of her made my dick hard.
Even though I’d been with other women, she was what I thought about when I jerked off in the shower.
That soft smile. Big tits. Grabbable hips.
I dreamed of making the quiet woman scream and specifically my name. I wanted to be the one to crack her open.
Tonight, she was modestly dressed–for a Friday night at The Roadside–in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, but every bit of her round, pert body couldn’t be hidden. Every inch of her was lush and fuckable.
And off limits. There might be a bro code, but no one fucked a little sister’s best friend.
Except my dick didn’t know about that rule because every time I saw her, I wanted her. What guy wouldn’t? Sweet, kind, and quietly pretty. Hell, just quiet.
For some reason, I got fuckin’ hard for the shy one.
Now, she was coming closer.
And closer.
At this distance, I could see the tray in her hand, the black apron around her waist that held a bunch of straws and an order pad. Wait. She worked here?
At The Roadside? This dive?
She was too… good for this shithole. Sweet. Innocent.
Why the hell was she working here? This place wasn’t for her.
I’d been working too many hours lately to catch up with Lainey.
As one of the only farriers in the area, I pretty much had the horse shoeing market covered in Devil’s Ditch.
That was a good thing, because there were a shit-ton of horses, but it also meant I had too much work.
I needed a partner to help with the load, but that was a tomorrow problem.
Out of all of my siblings, Lainey was the best at riding a horse, collecting more and more trophies and prize winnings at barrel racing.
She hadn’t gone pro like Trig since she worked the family ranch and only competed as a hobby, although she said the winnings didn’t hurt.
Cam was the vet who took care of the animals.
I was farrier who took care of their hooves.
Katie Camden, though, had a way with horses unlike any other.
She ran a boarding stable on her family’s property and was known around town as the horse whisperer.
Able to coax a wild mustang bought at federal auction into docile submission.
Right now, in a noisy bar, I was focused on quiet Katie. Where my sister was loud and sometimes pretty fuckin’ crazy, Katie was a total introvert. Soft spoken. She watched instead of participated. Didn’t get noticed.
Except, I sure as hell did.
Since I was watching her so closely, it was easy to see that something was wrong. She looked pained. No, scared. Here eyes were wide and she looked nervous as fuck. Kept glancing over her shoulder. Whatever was wrong, I didn’t like it and I had an instant need to protect.
Not just because she was a woman who might need my help, or even because she was Lainey’s best friend, but because this was Katie Camden and there was no way I was letting anyone fuck with her.
She needed to fucking smile and that was it. She should never be afraid, not for one second if I could help it. I was going to find out what was bothering her.
Surprising the hell out of me, she came right up to me sitting at the table with Ace and Cody and set her hand on my thigh.
On. My. Thigh.
I couldn’t remember her ever touching me before. Ever. The first time on my thigh? Holy fuck.
I felt the heat of it through my jeans and her fingertips were only inches from my dick, which of course went instantly hard.
She leaned in and this close, I picked up her lemony scent. My friends, Ace and Cody, along with everyone else in the crowded bar disappeared.
Her nose slid up my neck and every hair on my body practically stood on end.
What the hell?
“Play along and be my boyfriend. Please, Bray,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled back. Met my eyes. Her dark gaze held mine. I saw the freckles across her nose. A hint of sheen to her lips. She wore no makeup except lip gloss. She didn’t need it. With her thick hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was so fucking pretty.
Please, Bray. My dick liked hearing that from her lips. Her begging. But not for this.
I didn’t drop my gaze from hers but I knew the swells of her full tits couldn’t be hidden by the bar’s simple t-shirt. Her full hips and grabbable ass snug in her jeans. Some people might overlook Katherine Camden, but I saw how fuckin’ pretty she was. And when she touched me and then begged?
I’d give her whatever she wanted.
Wait. What did she say?
Be her boyfriend?