I tip my head to the side at Jumper. He shakes his head. He doesn’t need to know it’s not her number.
So I cheated a bit so that I could have the evening with Andi.
“I know who she is. Amelia, get off your feet. I got this little nymph. Have one of your servers bring us a cherry coke to the table.”
“I’ll see you Sunday,” Andi says to Amelia.
I take Andi’s hand in mine and grab her things before leading her to the table where Jumper is sitting. Instead of letting her sit in a chair next to me, I pull her down onto my lap and slip the napkin into my back pocket.
“Um.” Andi squirms against me, and I lean into her back.
“Nymph, stop moving, or you’ll embarrass me,” I growl in her ear.
“That would be your fault, not mine. Just because you saved me from the creeper doesn’t mean I’m going to go home with you tonight. I’ll have you know I could have handled him myself.”
Her sassy tone makes my mouth water. I want to suck on her tongue and pin her to the table before spanking her ass red.
“Oh, I know you could have handled him. Now hold on a sec before you get into a tizzy. Jumper, this is Andrea Forbes of Forging Forbes Ranch. She’s a former world champion barrel racer, with some of the fastest times on record.”
She blushes and reaches a hand toward Jumper. “Call me Andi, and I’m just a regular girl.”
Before Jumper can take it, I snatch her hand away.
“Don’t touch her, friend. I’ll cut off Rosie and her five sisters.”
Andi’s eyes widen under her hat. She glances down at my hip, where a long Bowie rests in its sheath.
“Jeez, everyone thinks the other guys were crazy, but you top them.” Jumper chuckles. “Andi, it was nice to meet you. I’ll be seeing you around.” He focuses back on me, making sure his eyes never strayed to her cleavage. “I’m heading to the clubhouse to get a head start on your chore.”
Ever since Gambit brought Franci home, he makes sure there are no club bunnies in the common areas of the clubhouse at the end of the night. His ol’ lady walked in one morning and foundnaked women on tables. Now, with Hem and Striker having women too, the rules have gotten even stricter. Especially since some of the new ol’ ladies have given birth or will soon, as in Striker’s case.
My hand wraps around Andi’s waist. She’s going to be mine. I know it. I’ve always liked her and loved watching her ride. She’s got an amazing connection with her horse. Well… former horse. She doesn’t ride Raine anymore, not since the horse was injured in an accident over a year ago.
Andi tips her head slightly, and the light catches the scar over her delicate left eyebrow. I can’t stop my finger from reaching for it. I trace it lightly and feel a shiver run through her body.
“Almost lost you before I knew you,” I tell her.
Andi drops her head, hiding the scar in the shadow of her hat once again.
“Um, can I sit there now?” She waves to the chair next to me that Jumper just vacated.
“No.”
A server sets the cherry coke in front of her, and she takes a sip.
“How did you know I like these?” she asks as she spears a cherry and sucks it between her lips.
“Fucking know everything about you, nymph.”
She squirms on my lap again.
“Want to go to the clubhouse with me and put something really sweet between those lips?”
She nods, her pupils blown wide. I push back my chair and stand, holding her close before setting her down next to me. I’ve never reacted to a woman like this before.
I’m not lying. I do know a lot about her, but not just because I’m a fan. My father followed her career for years when she was in the juniors, knowing she’d move up. She’d still be winning big and taking over the world if not for that accident.
Taking her small hand in mine, I feel the calluses on her palm from years of holding reins. I shorten my stride to accommodate her smaller legs. When we get outside, I move toward my bike.
