Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
BAYLOR
“So where the hell were you last night?” Boone calls out the moment he appears in the barn.
I came straight here from Emily’s place. This morning was fucking fantastic. I woke her up by kissing her, working her up, sliding inside her sweet fucking body. Then we started the shower and began again.
I’ve never had so much sex in such a short period of time. My balls are drained dry, and I can’t deny that I really fucking like that. So my brother busting said balls a little doesn’t bother me in the fucking slightest.
“Busy,” I state.
There is a moment of silence, but then, since not just one brother can have something to say, another one has to chime in. “Busy doing who?” Briggs asks.
“You don’t want to know,” I grunt as I begin to muck out the horse stalls.
I can feel their gazes focused on my back, but I ignore them. They don’t need to know my fucking business. But I can tell they want to. The silence is so heavy that I know they aren’t doing their chores. Slamming the shovel down on the concrete, I turn to face them.
Boone and Briggs are standing across the stalls from me, their arms crossed over their chests as they tip their chins slightly and stare at me. Leaning against the shovel, I clear my throat as I flick my gaze between them.
“What?” I demand.
“It was Emily, wasn’t it?” Boone hisses.
“Does it matter?” I ask.
He arches a brow, and I shift my attention over to Briggs. He smirks. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Does it matter?” I demand again.
I don’t know how to answer them. I was going to keep this quiet for a while, until I could talk to Beckett and Maisie about it. It feels disrespectful to continue with her and not tell them. They should know, but I have to admit that I’m not sure I want them to.
It’s a difficult position I’ve not only put myself in—but also Emily. The issue I have is that I don’t want to go through any family drama that isn’t necessary. What if whatever this is with Emily doesn’t even work out?
“I’m not confirming or denying anything.”
Boone snorts. “So yeah, you’re fucking Emily Brown. Come on, man. What the fuck?”
I shrug a shoulder. “I thought you just fucked her to distract her from Beckett. You weren’t supposed to actually fall for her,” Briggs mutters. “Besides, isn’t she the town bike? Hasn’t everyone in town had a turn?”
His words piss me off, mainly because I’m pretty sure it’s a lie. There might be a million rumors about Emily that have swirled around town over the years, but when we’re together, it doesn’t feel like that’s the truth. I think they’re made up.
She isn’t a woman who throws herself at a man. She doesn’t demand anything from me or try to control anything. She, without a doubt, follows my lead. She craves it, yearns for it, and I give it to her, and now I can’t help but wonder if it is all for show.
Doubt creeps into my mind.
“She only wants the Cooper name. Don’t tell me you’re going to fall for her because she gives up easy pussy,” Boone mutters. “Plenty of girls in town give up easy pussy.”
Yeah, they do, and I’ve had them all. Something I shouldn’t brag about or be proud of, but it’s a simple fact at this point. We’ve all had the easy pussy in town. We’ve known most of them since we were all in diapers.
“I know they do,” I mutter.
“Why that one?” Briggs asks. “You’re going to seriously be with her, knowing she only wants you because of your name. Then what? She’s going to pop out a couple of your kids and take half the ranch?”
That’s not something I was even thinking. Briggs isn’t wrong. I would be asking the same questions if the tables were turned, but I just can’t see her doing that. I don’t think she wants the Cooper name because she wants to take anything from us.
I think she wants it because it’s stable. It means something in town. Maybe she thinks that people will treat her better or be more favorable because she carries the Cooper name. Maybe it’s true; maybe they would treat her with more respect.
Whatever the case, it’s something she thinks would benefit her, and it probably would in the long run. The Cooper name means something in Granite Falls.
There’s no denying that.
And if that’s the reason I was brought to Emily, then fuck it.
I’m good with it because as much as she might want me for my last name, I want her for her amazing fucking body and sweet pussy. Maybe as I get to know her, what we have will be deeper than that. Maybe as she gets to know me, what we have will be greater as well.
Who the hell knows.
But right now, that’s where it stands. It’s desire and want. It’s need and last names.