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“Yeah, she does,” Jimmy Porter added. “And she’s fucking beautiful too.”
When Dillon Sharp joined the three, another group who called themselves the three musketeers, I bristled more than I’d done in one hell of a long time. He turned around to face the other two, but his booming voice carried. “She’s fuckable. Maybe this trip will be a lot of fun.”
For the first time since she’d walked onto the scene, she appeared flustered. And I wanted to crush the man’s skull.
He huffed and puffed and it was all I could do to keep from reacting in my usual way, which could entail putting the man six feet under. Instead, Jack took the opportunity to be the bad guy everyone believed him to be, taking a few seconds to push up his shirtsleeves as he took long strides in Declan’s direction.
“You want to argue with the lady?” my buddy asked. “Then you’re going through me, asshole.”
“Jack. Let it alone or I’ll toss you and your buddies out on your asses. This is serious work and you need to start acting like an adult.” Her tone remained even but I could tell her rage was bubbling under the surface just like mine. The dog pressed his or her face against Rylee’s leg and she couldn’t help herself, scratching the pup’s head. I could tell they had a tight bond.
“I got it, Rylee, but no man talks to a woman like that. Especially not you.” Jack being chivalrous allowed some amusement to slide onto her face. I had a feeling he was going to lay claim to her, but it was obvious the Irish filly was having none of it.
“The last time I checked, I was capable of handling any man who thought their dick meant anything.” Rylee wasn’t pulling any punches. That was certain. I had a feeling the O’Rourke family was hiding just how dire the situation truly was.
Not that it was any of my damn business. Now I was the one grumbling under my breath as I scrubbed the stubble I’d refused to shave off that morning. As the scent of whatever perfume she was wearing wafted in our direction, my cock ached while I wanted to have a word with her about who she was married to. And why she hadn’t told us. Who the fuck did she think we were?
Hudson gave me another look. I knew what he was trying to tell me without the man having to say a word. If she wanted to hold her own with a bunch of redneck assholes, she’d need to be able to handle sexual harassment. It wasn’t something to be proud of or to condone, but Jesus. Was I any better?
“Damn bitch,” Declan snapped then walked away, taking long strides toward the parking lot.
It didn’t matter I remained furious with her for not telling us the truth about her personal life. My father would kick my ass if I pulled the crew now. “Let the lady alone,” I said, trying to act like the rig leader my father had made me for the duration of the trip. Sadly, I wasn’t in the best frame of mind, and I had my doubts if I could get along with the assigned rig manager.
It was my turn to be confronted by the sultry woman. Her swagger was even more pronounced as she headed in my direction and lo and behold as she got in my face, tossing out the same fire and brimstone as she had the night before, I wanted her even more.
Only this time, I wanted her full surrender, not just playtime. I not only wanted to fuck her brains out. I wanted to lay claim to every inch of her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a hushed whisper, her dazzling peppermint-laced breath skipping across my face. The pup was woofing and wagging his tail. His or her actions made it nearly impossible to continue being irritated, especially since the Australian Shepherd had two different colored eyes.
“I should ask you the same thing, Mrs. Donnelly. You weren’t very forthcoming last night. Now, were you?”
Her luscious mouth twisted and I’ll be damned if just about the only thing I could think of was kissing her all over again. What the hell was wrong with me? There couldn’t be a worse situation that what we’d found ourselves in. It was also apparent Pops hadn’t told us everything. Yeah, I knew he owed Sean a favor, but this was bordering on too much to deal with.
“You can take your two boys and leave if that’s what you want because I’m not going to allow you to derail this project. This is far too important to my father and our welfare. So fuck you if you can’t handle it and just go. Please, just go.”
“The three of us aren’t going anywhere,” I challenged in return, closing the distance between us so there was maybe an inch in separation. Maybe. Goddamn, I could feel the electricity we’d shared the night before becoming even more explosive. I sensed how much she wanted to continue hating me. Hell, the three of us. But I also sensed the attraction was just as strong, maybe more so given our odd but amazing connection. “Neither are the rest of the men who traveled thousands of miles to get here just to be able to help out a friend. Or are you the kind of woman who has no manners?”
The woman softened. Slightly. Yet the spark in her eyes was something I couldn’t read.
Still, I could feel her body thrumming with irritation. I wasn’t certain which woman I wanted to devour more.
Her chest rose and fell, the light jacket she was wearing unable to hide her perky nipples poking through the thin material of her tee shirt. As soon as she noticed what I was looking at, she reacted as I’d done with the dickhead Declan.
She cracked her hand across my face with enough force I had to take a step back.
“You really are a special kind of man,” she said sarcastically. Meanwhile, just about every single man, including her father started to laugh. While I cupped my face, she pointed her index finger at Hudson and Jack in a clear warning.
Not only to stay away but to keep their mouths shut.
Adding to her fury was the fact the pup jumped up, placing his or her paws on my legs. Yep. The feisty redhead hated it.
“Xena. Come here. We don’t fuck around with arrogant assholes.”
“Xena. At least she knows how to be nice.” I petted the pup and I had feeling she was hoping her dog would bite off my hand. Or maybe she was planning my ultimate demise, which included dropping me in a vat of boiling oil, welding the lid shut, and tossing me out to sea.
“Xena. Come.”
The pup finally obeyed, and it was impossible for me not to grin like some blazing idiot.
