Page 9 of Her Filthy Cowboy

I can’t tear my eyes away as she makes her way to the bar, hips swaying with each step. She leans against the polished wood, flagging down the bartender with a flirty smile. The way her ass and tits strain against her clothes has my pulse racing.

That’s when I notice the hungry, male gazes devouring her from every corner of the room.

A wave of possessiveness surges through me.

I clench my fists beneath the table, fighting the urge to march over there and rip their fucking eyes out for looking at her like that.

She’s not theirs to ogle.

She’s mine.

“Brody?” Melody’s voice snaps me out of my territorial haze.

“Huh?”

“You okay? You look like you’re about to Hulk out and flip the table.”

I blink and tear my gaze away from Savannah. “I’m fine.” I grit the words out, trying to keep my tone even.

But Melody isn’t buying it. Her eyes dart between me and where Savannah is standing. Understanding dawns on her face.

“Oh look, I think that’s Savannah standing over there.” She sits up straighter, craning her neck to get a better look. “Who’s that guy she’s with?”

My head snaps around just in time to see some wannabe cowboy hitting on my girl.

I’m out of my seat before I can even think. My brothers look up, startled at my sudden movement.

“Shit.” Jace follows my gaze to where the man is standing with Savannah. He turns to Wyatt. “Stay here with Melody. Luke and I got this one.”

I’m already halfway across the bar, my long strides eating up the distance. I can hear Jace and Luke behind me but I don’t slow down.

As I get closer, I can hear the man’s oily voice over the din of the bar.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me buy you a drink. A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

Savannah scowls and tries to shrug off his hand. “I told you, I’m not interested. Please leave me alone.”

But the man doesn’t budge. If anything, his grin gets even wider. “Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to show you a good time. I promise I can make it worth your while.”

I grab the guy’s shoulder. “There a problem here?”

The drunk man whips around to face me, his bleary eyes narrowing as he takes in my 6’4” frame. Recognition flickers across his face.

“Well, well, if it ain’t Brody Clayton.” He slurs his words, puffing out his chest in a pathetic attempt to look tough. “This ain’t none of your business, cowboy. Me and the lady were just having a friendly chat.”

“Really? Because from here it looked like she told you to fuck off and you weren’t listening.”

“Hey now, there’s no need to get hostile.” He holds up his hands in mock surrender, but I can see the flare of anger in his bloodshot eyes. “Savannah and I are old friends. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”

He reaches out to touch her arm again, but I intercept his hand in an iron grip. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” My voice comes out in a growl.

The man tries to yank his hand away, but I just tighten my hold until I feel his bones grinding together. He yelps in pain, his face turning an ugly shade of red.

“Listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once.” I lean in close so he can see the promise of violence in my eyes. “You’re going to turn around and walk out of this bar. And if I ever see you so much as look in her direction again, I’ll break every bone in your fucking body. We clear?”

His gaze darts to Savannah, then to where Jace and Luke are flanking me, their arms crossed and ready for a fight. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he weighs his options.

Finally, he seems to realize he’s outmatched. He nods jerkily, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Crystal.”

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