Page 2 of Sexting The Tattooed Outlaw (Curvy Boss Babes of Wild Bronco #3)
SAM
I came back to Wild Bronco to settle up with everyone I’ve wronged. For obvious reasons, the Beaumont family are the first people on the list. But I wasn’t expecting to run into Kay as soon as I rolled into town.
Fiction & Foam is one of the only coffee shops in Wild Bronco. How was I supposed to know she owned the dang place?
I haven’t been here in a decade. Pieces of this town are unrecognizable, a reminder that Wild Bronco is no longer my home.
Not that it was much of a home before I left.
Growing up, the Beaumont's big fancy ranch house was the closest thing I ever had to a real home. It started when Kay’s father hired me for some odd jobs around the ranch.
Eventually I got good at fixing anything with four wheels and before I knew it, I had a full-fledged job doing whatever Mr. Beaumont needed.
Adam Beaumont, Kay’s dad, was a real man. And he taught me what a man should be. He became the only father figure I’d ever had in life…until I messed it all up.
And it seems like I messed things up with Kay, too.
She’s as pretty as she ever was. She’s changed, too.
She’s thicker now, curvier. She dresses differently.
The Kay Beaumont I remember from high school was always wearing oversized sweaters and baggy pants.
Which was a damn good thing for me at the time, since seeing even a glimpse of her freckled shoulders used to send my hormones racing.
Today, though? Today was torture. Seeing her thick thighs and juicy ass wrapped in tight denim. And her curvy chest was barely contained behind that cute little apron.
The idea that other men witness her like this all day long while she serves them coffee makes me feel a level of jealousy that I know I don’t deserve to feel about her.
Because after all, she doesn’t belong to me. No matter how much I’d like to have her.
She’ll never be mine. She hates me, and she’s right to hate me.
I wasn’t prepared to see her as soon as I rolled into town, and I certainly wasn't prepared to feel that mixture of shame and lust, for the need for her to come roaring back, just as strong as it was the day I left.
I get into my big blue pickup truck, irritable from the interaction with Kay and from the lack of caffeine. I’ll have to get my coffee fix somewhere while I’m in Wild Bronco. And once I find some coffee, I’ll move onto my second stop of the day.