“You always matter.”
My teeth ground together, the urge to kiss her too fucking strong with all the adrenaline coursing through me. Now was not the time.
“I’m okay.”
I couldn’t tell if she was only worked up about the incident inside or if it was a combination of things. Something was off when I walked in earlier, but it wasn’t my place to pry.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my torso, laying her head on my chest. Without hesitation, I folded myself around her. What if we hadn’t been here tonight and the girls went out alone? We wouldn’t have been here to protect them, and the thought ate away at me. Anyone I loved— No. Anyone I simply knew being in danger made my gut twist.
“What did he do?”
Sage kept her head against my chest as my thumbs began to stroke circles on her back. “He wanted to buy me a drink.”
That couldn’t be all. “What else?”
She hesitated, then said, “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then he called Brandy a princess, and she blew up.”
My veins felt like they were on fire with the knowledge that he wanted to force a drink on her. But not just a drink. If he had…
Sage pulled back slightly to look up at me. “I’m okay.”
The look on her face assured me of that, but feeling her shaking just minutes ago, how scared she was, I wanted to fucking kill him for making her feel that uncomfortable.
Lost in the rage that still coursed through me, I didn’t realize it when she raised herself up on her toes slightly. Only when Sage pressed her lips to mine did I snap out of my fog and breathe again. I breathed her in. Her sweet, lemony taste danced on my lips as she slipped her tongue past mine. My hands fisted in the back of her shirt, tugging her closer to me.
I was kissing Sage McKinley in a bar parking lot, and it felt a lot like what I imagined heaven to be.
My hands slid up her back, coming around her neck to rest on her cheeks. Tilting her head, I deepened the kiss, our mouths molding together like they were meant to. She arched into me and let out a soft moan, and all I could think about was her. Her soft skin, her lips, her voice, just her. She took over every sense that my body and mind had, and I quickly realized I didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and I reached up to take my cowboy hat off, setting it on top of the truck. Her fingers slid up, tangling in my hair and pulling me closer to her, if that was even possible.
Across the small parking lot, the door to the bar opened, letting music filter out into the night.
“Hey, you fucks!” Beckham shouted, and I reluctantly pulled back.
We both turned to find everyone filing out of the door, letting it slam shut behind Bailey.
“You guys okay?” I asked, not having to raise my voice too high with the small lot we were in.
“I’m fucking amazing,” Beck said, striding up to us with the others tailing behind.
“Your hand says otherwise,” Lennon remarked.
Beckham whirled, his feet a little unsteady. “I can shove it where the sun don’t shine if you want to feel it.”
“That’s disgusting, Beck,” Lettie said, a hint of revulsion on her face. Other than her frown, she was fine. They all were.
“He asked!” Beck exclaimed.
Lennon draped his arm over Oakley’s shoulders. “I didn’t ask shit.”
“How many shots did you have after we left?” I asked Beck. He was slurring and not very stable.
Beck’s grin grew. “Bartender gave me free drinks for slugging the guy. Can’t not take advantage of that, can I? Speaking of,” he started, his expression sobering up the slightest bit, “you okay, Sage?”
She nodded next to me. “Thank you for…punching him?”
Beck saluted her. “My pleasure.”
Behind them, Brandy came storming out of the bar, Reed close on her heels. His black cowboy hat was pulled low, but he looked frustrated as shit. I could practically see the veins bulging out of his tattooed arms.
“Leave me alone,” Brandy spit out at him, not bothering to glance back as she headed for her Bronco in the parking lot.
Reed grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. We all watched them, knowing what was coming next.
“Get your fucking hand off of me,” Brandy seethed, her tone lethally calm.
“No. You’re not getting in that fucking car drunk,” Reed gritted out, his voice gravelly.
She ripped her arm from his, though it took little effort. “Callan will drive me.”
I swallowed as Reed turned his glare on me. Brandy was practically my little sister, and though I’d come to her rescue from Reed countless times to avoid further drama between the two of them, tonight was not one of those nights.
“Reed will have to take tonight, B,” I said to her.
Brandy turned to me, a look of betrayal passing over her. I couldn’t keep getting in the middle of them. Sooner or later, they’d have to figure this shit out and get over whatever the fuck was going on between the two of them.
Brandy crossed her arms. “Then I’ll walk.”
