Cowboy Chapter 13 #3
Galvanized by Saranya’s move, I shoved Michelle away and stepped further back, putting distance between us at the same time as they exchanged words.
It probably would’ve been fine and forgotten if the hanger had backed off and left. Apparently, she was stupid, because instead she came toward me again.
“Don’t!” Bev shouted.
“Michelle, you’re being ridiculous,” the redhead cried out.
Danna, Jeannie, and the other two hangers remained silent, but they were avidly watching. I wasn’t a guy to lay my hands on a woman in violence, so I held mine up and shook my head.
“You need to back the fuck off and leave. We don’t put up with nonsense around here,” I told her.
“Come on, don’t be that way. You know the saying, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.’ I want to see how good a ride you are,” she purred.
In slow motion, I watched Saranya’s fist come flying at the bitch’s face.
Michelle didn’t get her hands up in time to protect herself.
The punch to her nose landed solidly. There was an audible crunching sound.
The second one was to the side of her jaw, whipping her head sideways.
The shouts of pain were clear, and the woman put her hands up to hold her nose. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over.
“You broke my nose, you fucking cunt!” she screamed at Saranya.
“And I’ll break more than that if you don’t stay the fuck away from my old man. If you want to spend the night in the ER and a few days in the hospital, touch or say something again to him. Go ahead. I dare you,” Saranya challenged her.
It seemed that my old lady standing up to her and inflicting pain was enough to shut Michelle up. She turned toward the redhead, who was gesturing to her to come with her. It was Diablo who spoke over her sobs and muttering.
“Anyone unable to adhere to the rules needs to leave and never come back. For you new ones, here are the rules. What our old ladies or we say goes. Men with an old lady are off-limits. Except for him,” he pointed to me, “you’ll usually know us by the wedding bands we wear.
As for our single brothers, if they turn you down, then leave them alone.
Anyone who pushes or fights will be banned. Have I made myself clear?”
The other women nodded their heads. Michelle was too busy crying. The redhead nodded to Diablo.
“Good. I don’t know your name, but you need to get your friend out of here,” Diablo told the redhead.
“My name is Skylar, and she’s not my friend. She’s my cousin, whom I stupidly let talk me into coming here to see what it was like. She told me there would be dancing and drinks.” She appeared disgusted.
“Well, there can be drinks and dancing here. But if you’re not looking for sex, then you shouldn’t come to a place like this. You’re beautiful and sexy. These bastards will be after you. If that’s not something you want, then stay away from motorcycle clubs,” Scorpion advised.
“I’m not interested in sleeping around. I was an idiot to listen to her. She conned me into driving her here. I should’ve known. I’m new to St. Augustine and don’t know anyone or any place yet.”
Her tone said she was embarrassed and upset. I wondered if she was lonely. Suddenly, I saw Crash sidle up to her.
“I’ll help you get her out to your car and out of here. Come on. You shouldn’t be here.” He said it nicely. Skylar gave him a grateful smile.
“Thank you.”
It was Crash who led a sobbing, swearing Michelle out with Skylar trailing behind.
I noticed then that Skylar wasn’t dressed as slutty as the others.
That should’ve told us right there she wasn’t one of them.
I hadn’t paid attention to them other than a cursory glance.
A hand on my arm drew my attention back.
It was Saranya. She looked up at me with trepidation on her face.
“Hon, did I overstep? Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut and let you handle it.” She nibbled at the corner of her lower lip. I slid my arm around and brought her body flush against mine.
“Wildling, you had every right to say and do what you did. Just know that you don’t have to do it. I will run them off if they get handsy or pushy. I was momentarily stunned, that’s all. Thank you for protecting my virtue,” I winked and smirked when I said the last bit.
Slowly, a sexy smirk appeared on her face. “I was only protecting your virtue from her. I still want to dirty it up,” she purred.
Her words went straight to my cock. I glanced up at the others still standing or sitting around us.
“We’re out of here. She wants to take me home and dirty up my virtue so she can mark me as hers,” I announced proudly.
Saranya playfully slapped my chest, but she was grinning. There were cheers and bawdy remarks from the crowd. Not wasting another moment, I swept her up in my arms and headed for the nearest exit. I was cheered on. Saranya laughed as she waved.
“You don’t need to carry me. I’ll go willingly.”
“I know, but I want to. And don’t say you're too heavy or it’s too far. That is a challenge to my masculinity.”
The night was cool, but I held her close to me.
I was giving off a lot of heat. It was a brisk pace I set because I was more than ready to have her naked.
Recalling our tryst in the stable made my cock harder, which wasn’t ideal for walking.
The way Saranya was running her hands over my chest and under my cut was making my temperature rise more.
I couldn’t wait to see how she dirtied me up.