Cowboy Got Me Shook (BWWM Romance) (2 page)

“I’m already turned up, but you know me, I’ve got your back. You got mine all the time, right?”

Shanice didn’t forget about Angel. She would’ve been pissed if she simply left without acknowledging her, especially in front of Jamal. “Hey, Angel, I’ll catch up with you. Cool?”

Angel nodded and walked out of the VIP section, going back to the bar, where she thought she saw some familiar faces coming in. She wished she wanted to let loose, but she was feeling down and out. All she wanted to do was sit at the bar and sip on a drink, something with lots of sugar. These events with Jamal always got her down. She wasn’t sure why she ever went to them. She always set herself up for failure.

Because Jamal wasn’t really into her. She knew that. But she thought that maybe, somehow he’d change his mind, see the light.

Let’s face it, she told herself, you’re big, much bigger than his type.

Most of the hanger ons around him were scrawny, skinny little things. She thought maybe he wasn’t interested in them, but she saw him flirting back, having a good time enough to know it wasn’t true. Perhaps he also liked curvy women like herself? It didn’t seem to be the case. He still hadn’t made a move.

Now she was acting a bit too stalkerish, and she wanted to stop thinking about Jamal. There were plenty of other guys around. If not, she could sit back and wait until the rap started and chill.

It seemed that was what she was destined to do, because she knew it would be awhile until Shanice came back. She was probably doing lines off Trigga’s dick at the moment. Once she came back, she would want to go dancing, if it wasn’t H, but Angel wasn’t feeling up for it. If she did, she would feel awkward, not right in her body.
Damn that boy, why does he always get me so twisted? I gotta stop goin to these things.
Maybe it was better Shanice took her time. Angel could sulk at the bar.

A couple of friends stopped by and talked to her, not for long, because they were more interested in hitting the dance floor. There was still no sign of Shanice. She would wait another twenty minutes and then see what her friend was up to, hopefully nothing serious.

Someone caught her eye. He didn’t fit in at all. He stood out obnoxiously. He was an older white guy wearing rugged jeans, serious boots, and a cowboy vest. She stifled a giggle, wanting to laugh more, but then she realized how handsome and confident this man was. He might’ve stood out, but he didn’t care. That confidence was a huge mystery to Angel. She was interested.

And just her luck too, he headed her way. She thought it was a mistake at first, or that maybe he was asking why she was looking at him, maybe he was asking for directions, but no, when that solid, towering man stood next to her, glaring down at Angel, she knew this man wanted her for something.

“You lost, cowboy?” Angel asked.

He grinned, showing a hint of teeth, fierce, like an animal’s. She wouldn’t mind them sinking into her thigh, then when he had a hold, taking her away. He could use those strong cowboy hands, put them to good use. She peered back at him, a mixture of fear and curiosity consuming her. There was no reason for him to be there. She legitimately thought he might have wandered into the wrong bar and was looking for directions to the nearest honky-tonk.

“I was. I found what I’m looking for,” he said, his voice an interesting mix of grit and smooth tones, like a fine, aged whiskey.

“Me?” Angel asked.

Was this guy hitting on her? Not only wasn’t he dressed the part, but he was far too old to be in a club.
Which kind of makes our meeting all the sweeter.
When would she ever have this opportunity again? A sexy, older man didn’t come around often in her circle of friends, especially a white, older man who looked like a rough cowboy.

“You’re not very good at keeping appointments.”

Dumbfounded, she shook her head.

He leaned in, giving her a closer look into his hazel eyes and his grizzly stubble, just enough to rub against but not enough to hurt. Angel would like that between her thighs, that was for sure. If only he would start making sense. It was starting to creep her out.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you made me wait earlier today, and then you made me come find you. I’m not a man who likes to waste his time.”

“Are you -”

“That’s right, I’m Grant.”

“Shit,” she blurted out loud. What in the hell was this whack dude doing here? Did he follow her? That was some sick shit.

“You’re leaving this club now.”

“Excuse me?” She flung herself off the chair. She stood up tall and got closer to his face. Even though she was angry, she was careful not to get too close.

“You heard me. You’re leaving for the night. You’re going to need a good night’s rest for tomorrow.”

Angel laughed and started to turn around. “Hell no, you’ve lost it old man.”

“Wait, don’t take another step.”

She spun around. “Now you’re threatening me?”

“That wasn’t a threat,” he said, and then it seemed like he got taller before her eyes, or else she was shrinking. Angel couldn’t move. She couldn’t shake his gaze. This man had a powerful pull on her. She knew she couldn’t do her usual to get out of this situation. It was going to be tough. Angel was trapped. For once, she had no way out.

“I’m out of here,” she muttered, hoping to get away, figuring he wouldn’t do something stupid and grab her.

Two men, hulking bouncers, forming a shield of muscle, blocked her path. Where did they come from?

“Excuse me,” Angel said, but they were staring right at her, as if they were following orders from that whack cowboy.

“Afraid we can’t let you, miss. You’re going to have to step outside.”

“
Let me through,
” she said again, seething, threatening that she would scream.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can simply walk out and we can talk about this, or we can carry you out screaming. What’s it going to be?”

Angel turned around to see Grant’s confident smirk.

“What right do you have to kick me out?”

Grant walked up beside them. His smile didn’t falter. “Your mother didn’t tell you where she knows me? I used to own major clubs in New York. All of the club owners in this city know me. Markus, who owns this club, used to be a good friend of mine. Do yourself a favor and walk out those doors and head back home.”

It didn’t seem possible that a cowboy could be mixed up in this type of scene, but he wasn’t lying. Those grunts stared her down, daring her to make a move. They would follow his orders.

“I’ll walk myself out,” she said, and she headed to the doors, knowing that the night was over. “This is bullshit.”

Grant knew he made a huge mistake at first sight of the girl. She wasn’t fit for a ranch, or anywhere but a club for that matter. She strode toward him in a short skirt and high heels. Those high heels and short skirt were pure defiance.

It wasn’t her outfit that had him troubled, not really. He expected as much from her, especially after kicking her out of the club last night.

He had to be honest with himself. The real reason was because he wasn’t sure how to act with a young, sexy thing working around his ranch. It didn’t seem like it was going to work. Good looking girls and his ranch were two worlds that should never meet. He was one not to mix business and pleasure.

What am I thinking?
he asked himself, watching as she she stepped cautiously through the grass, hoping not to get her heels dirty. He grunted, shaking his head, trying to stop his anger from building.
I can’t be thinking these crazy thoughts about Tiana’s daughter.

What was she doing sending the girl to him? Didn’t she know he had a sweet spot for curvy, black girls like her? Tiana really was desperate.

He could see why the girl would have so much trouble. She was a head turner. Curled, black hair down to her shoulders, enticing cleavage, a huge bust, ample hips to hold onto, and a nice, big ass, the kind he loved. She had these cute, big eyes that matched her plump, glossy lips. Yeah, a body like that could get you in trouble. No doubt there were guys jumping all over her, and some of them had to be the bad type.

“How are you this morning, Angel?”

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms, giving him the evil eye. That was fine. Taking her from the club the other night, he didn’t expect her to be happy.

“We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. Might as well be friendly with one another, no?”

She shook her head. “Look, I don’t gotta be friends with any one, most of all with you. I don’t know you. And last night, you were an asshole. I’ve never been thrown out of a club before.”

Grant sighed. He dug his heel into the soft earth. “Or not. This could be a struggle the whole time. I see what one you want it to be.”

“Why are you talking like this is a thing? Like this is going to last a long time? It’s not. I’m here for a day. After that, you let me go, and you tell my mom that I’m fine.”

Grant laughed. “That’s funny. Now why would I do that, sweetheart?”

“Because I doubt you want to deal with me. There’s no reason for me to be here, and you seem like a smart guy.”

“Your mom said you were into some bad stuff.”

“Please, I’m just young and having some fun. And no, that doesn’t mean I’m sleeping around. It doesn’t mean I’m doing drugs.”

“What about your friends? You getting mixed up with the wrong crowd? Your mom said you’ve been jumping from apartment to apartment.”

No response. Those fierce eyes of hers turned down to the dirt.
That’s what I thought.

“Whatever. Like I said, do you really want to deal with me for long? I could be nice, or I could be a total bitch.”

He had heard much worse. Besides, he came prepared. “You don’t cooperate and you can kiss your days of clubbing goodbye. You won’t be able to step in a club in Philadelphia. Or New York. Trust me, the Supreme isn’t just the only place I can call. I’ve got a lot of friends, a lot of people who would love to get a call from their old friend, Grant.”

Angel bit her lip and kicked the dirt. “All right, you got me. I’ll listen. What do you want me to do? Like I said, I’m not playing any games with you. I’m fine. My mom is just riding my ass. She gotta get a life of her own.”

“Yeah, I heard you. Doesn’t mean I believe it. I’ve got a lot of work to do. You can help me out with that.”

Angel sighed and followed him as he turned and walked down the path to his farm house.

“So are you like a real cowboy? I didn’t think they still existed.”

It was the bandanna, the rough jeans, the boots, the gloves, that made her say that. All were necessary for his work. It wasn’t that he was trying to play John Wayne.

“I’m more of a rancher, but yes, you can still call me a cowboy. Are you ready to get started?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

“First things first, let’s get you new boots.”

She sighed. Twirling her hair in her fingers, she looked off toward the vast expanse of his ranch. As she went over her options, Grant already knew what conclusion she would come to. She would need to cooperate.

She followed Grant to the barn. Grant shoved open the barn doors. He grabbed a fresh pair of boots and tossed them to Angel. He watched as she slipped off her heels and then struggled to put on the new ones.

“Make sure you put my shoes someplace safe.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He grabbed her pair and threw them in the trunk with the others. Then he prepared a cart, throwing tools on top. Gloves, wood, nails, and a hammer. Everything that Angel would need for her first day on the ranch.

Grant glanced back at her. She leaned over, tying the boots. It had been such a long time since Grant had seen something so beautiful. Her cleavage was incredible, and as she leaned, it gave him a view of her sexy, supple breasts.

His mind raced...he could feel his cock harden and the heat rush from his insides. He imagined her undoing the laces to her boots now, throwing off her clothes, and Grant taking her, throwing her on top of the hay, and ravaging that naive, soft city girl.

She would bend to his will...scream his name, and he knew instinctively that he could pleasure her better than any other lover she had been with.

Had she been with a lover? Was Angel a virgin?

His mind snapped back to reality. Grant got a hold of himself. There was no use in asking such questions, and checking the girl out like that was inappropriate. He needed to tend to his ranch. There was a good chance she could screw something up.

He pushed open the doors again and sucked in the fresh air. His gaze roamed over the far away fence to his cattle, which he cared for like his children.

“All done,” she said.

Grant grabbed the cart and began to pull it to the fence.

“Follow me.”

His sights were far away, not focusing on the young, sexual thing beside him.

They came to the fence. Angel hopped onto it to look at the cattle. Her skirt raised over her curvy bottom and Grant had to look away.