“Night, Nymph. Lock up.”
She waves at me. I need her with me. I have to get that house. It’s time I settle down, and I want to with this woman.
My phone pings with a text as I drive back to the clubhouse. I glance to see who it’s from but don’t read the message until I park.
Striker
Why were you at the house so long? What did you and Andi do?
I hate to lie to him, but now isn’t the time to tell him about Andi and me.
Me
We were talking. I didn’t realize she was the barrel racer related to your ol’ lady.
Striker
Okay. Thank you for giving them a ride.
Me
Night. Congratulations.
The lies keep piling up, and I don’t like it, but I’m not giving up Andi, no matter the consequences.
CHAPTER 6
COWBOY
By Wednesday,I’m going stir crazy for my girl. We’ve talked and texted every day. She’s my addiction, and the need for her grows with each passing day.
I’ve been researching ways to make her birth control ineffective so I can tie her to me permanently, forever. I don’t know how her body would react to some of the suggested herbal supplements, and I don’t want to make her sick. Instead, I talked to our prez, who gave me advice on how to get a hold of a birth control pack full of placebos. It’s underhanded and wrong, but I’m not above doing it.
Gambit told me what he did to keep his wife, and this is what I’m going to do. He asked if I’d spoken to Striker yet, which I haven’t. I told him I was waiting until the babies came home from the hospital. He doesn’t like me keeping a secret from our VP, but he understands and insists I tell him as soon as possible.
First, I want to discuss with Andi why she’s on birth control and ask if she wants kids.
The outer office door opens, and I’m up and out of my chair, standing at my doorway. Andi steps in and smiles at me, ignoring the receptionist.
When I decided to settle in Eastport, the first thing I did was find a full-time job with a small accounting firm. I thought of going to one of the big boys, but I like the atmosphere with the small practices. Plus, I like the fact I won’t get pigeonholed into only doing one type of accounting. Here I can work with both small and large businesses, along with personal finance too.
I drag my eyes up and down my girl’s body. I’m pissed she looks this sexy while studying with guys her age. I’ll be discussing that with her.
Her denim mini skirt has a small slit but hugs her hips perfectly. Her top is a long-sleeve, see-through lace over a matching belly-baring tank. It’s warm today, but my girl needs more clothes on, or my name tattooed on her forehead so everyone knows she’s mine. Although her cowboy hat would cover that.
Her hair is down in loose waves, and she’s wearing a Texas-sized belt buckle and her boots. Fucking beauty is driving me crazy.
“Get your sweet ass in here, nymph,” I growl as my receptionist tries to stop her. “Carol, she’s with me.”
Andi giggles and marches my way.
“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”
As she walks past me, I realize her skirt barely covers her ass. I close and lock the door so we won’t be disturbed.
“I dressed up for you. You don’t like it?”
“Thank fuck. I thought you were wearing this to your study group.” I press into her back and drag my hand up her silky thigh, stopping under her skirt to grab her ass. “The thought of those punks seeing what’s mine makes me want to tattoo my name all over you.”
