Page 37 of Caught By A Cowboy

“I was expecting you to help me break up the fight, not join it,” I hear her hiss at him.

“Sorry, I’m off duty.” He tries using his boyish charm to get him off the hook and it seems to work because she shakes her head and smiles.

“You okay?” I rush over to Jace, whose knuckles are torn open and dripping with blood.

“I’ll go get the clean-up box.” Grayson rolls his eyes and saunters off.

“Jace, what happened?” I crouch down in front of the bale he’s sitting on.

“You know how it goes, pretty girl, he touched ya.” He manages a smile as he slides some of my hair behind my ear.

“I thought he was you,” I tell him, feeling awful for allowing myself to be touched for so long. “Then when I saw his hand and realized–”

“I saw how scared you looked, that fucker’s lucky he’s still breathin’.” He reaches forward and presses a kiss on my forehead.

“The Gendrys aren’t pressing any charges,” the new sheriff interrupts us.

“I should think not, that piece of shit had his hands all over my girl.”Jace looks up at her.

“Are you okay?” She turns her attention to me.

“He didn’t hurt me, he was just dancing.”

“It wasn’t you he was trying to hurt.” Sawyer raises his eyebrows and when Riley notices that he’s joined the conversation, her eyes turn to slits.

“Just stay out of trouble,” she warns everyone before heading for the door, herself.

“What's the story with you and the Gendrys? Jean sai?—”

“Don’t be listening to the shit Jean tells ya.” Jace shakes his head and goes to stand up.

“Stay right there.” I look over my shoulder and when I see Grayson coming with the First Aid box I take it from his hands. “I’m taking care of these knuckles before we go anywhere.” I study his open flesh and although it makes me feel a little queasy, I’m not having anyone else do it.

“I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you.” Jace smiles at me until I start dabbing his wounds with the alcohol.

“You did,” I tell him.

JACE

“What was wrong with Sawyer tonight?” Maddison yawns as we reach the top of the stairs. I’ve been thinking about hitching that skirt up and fuckin’ her in those boots all night, but it’s obvious that she’s exhausted. The dance was a great success until the fight broke out and up till then my girl had been a social butterfly, now I need to get my little butterfly to bed.

“Sawyer? He’s fine.” I shake it off as I open my bedroom door and place down my hat.

“He was fine until that new sheriff showed up, then he went all weird. What did he talk to you about when he took you outside?”

“Baby, it’s late and you need to rest, let’s do questions tomorrow.” I pull back the covers for her and kick off my boots.

“Oh, I’m just getting started. You still haven’t told me what happened between you and the Gendrys. Why would they want to build a road through here?” She kicks off her own boots and takes off her shirt and when all she’s wearing is that cute, little denim skirt, I grab her by the hips and pull her close to me.

“You look so damn hot.” I know how sensitive her tits have been the past few weeks but I can’t resist taking one in my palm.

“Be gentle with those,” she warns me as my head lowers and I take her nipple between my lips.

“These have definitely gotten bigger,” I whisper against her skin as I roll my tongue around her pretty, pink areola.

“Don’t be silly, nothing’s changed. Not yet.” I swear she’s fuckin’ teasing me, and when I suck that taut nipple through my teeth as a punishment for it, her moan gets my dick even harder.

“Jace, I don’t like you keeping things from me.” She slides her fingers around the back of my head as I continue to make out with her tits.

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