“Fucker.” He grabs his drink and takes a sip. “You get her number, and I’ll take your shift to clear out the clubhouse later.”
Unlike me, he has no clue who she is. I don’t know why she’s in our town. I haven’t heard of any rodeos going on around here. But I’ve always had a bit of a crush on this girl, even though she’s a bit younger than me. I don’t care. This little nymph is going to be mine before the night is over.
“You’re on.”
I strut across the room. Women stop and watch as I walk by. My ripped body in Wrangler jeans and a cowboy hat catches their attention. I earned my road name legitimately. I was a real cowboy, until I went into the Army.
As I get closer to my perfect little nymph, some fucker tries to get her attention. Her leather jacket and purse sit on the back of her chair. The guy leans into her space, and she shifts closer to the chair, trying to get away from him.
“Baby, come have a drink with me,” he begs.
“No thanks. It sounds like you’ve had enough for both of us.” She chuckles and looks at Amelia. “I’ll have a coke, please,” she says.
Amelia grabs a glass and pulls the spout to fill it. After placing a napkin on the bar, she sets the nonalcoholic drink in front of the beauty. I know she’s underage, unlike the guy trying to distract her away from her drink.
Standing back, I watch him pull something from his pocket and reach for her glass.
“Fuck that,” I growl.
Amelia and the little nymph turn to me. The guy freezes, shocked and slow to react.
“Who are you?” he slurs.
I grab his wrist and squeeze until the vial falls from his hand. Amelia gasps as it rolls across the bar.
“Security,” Amelia hollers, while the nymph just stares at it, dumbfounded.
“Oh my God.” She looks up at me.
“I got you, nymph.” I smile at her, my lips tipping up.
She has to tilt her head back to look up at me. Her petite five-foot-two frame next to my six-foot height makes the difference obvious.
Security walks over and hauls the guy out. Striker comes over from the corner, where he’d been keeping an eye on his ol’ lady.
“Babe, you shouldn’t be out here. Come on, let’s go home and get you off your feet.”
“No, I was having a drink and talking with Andi.”
I don’t know how she knows my girl, but they seem to care for each other.
“You need off your feet,” he growls at her.
I turn to look at Andi. “I’m Callum,” I say, giving her my real name.
“Hello, Callum, I’m Andi.” Her voice has a soft, lilting quality.
She’s even sexier up close. Hearing my name on her tongue makes my cock rock hard and my heart to practically beat out of my chest.
“I know who you are. Can I get an autograph?”
She chuckles and grabs a napkin. Amelia hands her a black marker.
Andi writes on the napkin and hands it to me. Her signature is her real name, Andrea, and she’s written,Thank you for saving me.
“I’ll save you anytime you need, baby.”
“Oh jeez, Cowboy, be nice. She’s—” Striker starts, but I hold up my hand holding the napkin to stop him.
