Betting the Farm Read Free

eyebrow shot up. “You’re not drivin’ I hope.”
    Seth picked that perfect moment to butt into the
conversation.
    “Nope, she ain’t drivin’. I was gonna give her a lift home
but maybe you could, Fritz, so she won’t have to wait on me to close up.”
    Kai gave Seth the stink-eye but he just shrugged his
shoulders.
    Without taking his watchful gaze off Kai, Fritz pulled money
from his shirt pocket and tossed it on the bar. “Close out her tab, Seth, and
give us the rest of that bottle of Jack.”
    She was being manhandled and it was starting to piss her
off. “I can pay my own tab, thank you very much, and I can find my own way
home.”
    Seth slid the bottle of whiskey across the bar and Fritz
tucked it under his arm, then grabbed her elbow to help her stand. Kai snatched
her arm away.
    “I’m quite capable of walking on my own!”
    “You’re gonna break an ankle in those damn shoes. Give me
your arm, Kai.”
    Kai spun around on the barstool and planted her feet on the
floor. When she stood, the room tilted sideways and so did she. Fritz caught
her around the waist with one arm, and if she wasn’t mistaken, snickered under
his breath.
    “Easy there, tiger.”
    Once everything was somewhat level again, she shoved her
shoulders back, put one foot in front of the other and wobbled out of the bar.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Every time Kai giggled, Fritz felt as if he’d been punched
in the chest with an iron fist. Every time she rolled her head on the back of
his truck seat and pinned him with those stunning ice-blue eyes, his blood
pushed through his veins in a thick, hot rush. And every single time she made
that little breathy sighing noise in her throat, his dick got harder. Right
now, he could use it to hammer nails into a brick wall.
    She’d kicked her shoes off in the parking lot of the bar
before scrambling gracelessly up into his truck, giving him a mind-melting view
of her toned thighs and the bottom curve of her perfect ass. He’d scooped up
the shoes and tossed them in behind her, guessing they probably cost as much as
one of the new aluminum rims on his Ford F-250.
    To kill time, he was meandering around on clay back roads
because she’d said she wasn’t ready to go home. Truthfully, he didn’t want to
take her home. He wanted to haul her back to his place, strip her out of that
sexy dress and violate her nine ways ’til Sunday because six ways would never
be enough. He wouldn’t do that, but it didn’t hurt to want.
    Or maybe it did. He certainly had one body part hurting
right now.
    Besides, the sex might feel great while it was happening,
but he’d only be opening himself up to more hurt in the aftermath. Kai wasn’t a
woman you could do once and forget. Like a tattoo, she got under your skin and
never left. Instead, you carried her around with you forever.
    Fritz shook his head.
    This was not the smartest idea he’d ever had. He should’ve
left her in the bar for Seth to take home, but God knows who else would’ve hit
on her before the night was over. At the rate she was going with the JD shots,
someone could’ve easily taken advantage of her, although not without a valiant
fight if she was conscious. He supposed he could’ve called her brother Josh to
come pick her up, but that would’ve pissed her off too.
    So they’d ride and talk and when she was ready, he’d walk
her to her front door—or maybe prop her against it—ring the doorbell and drive
away. Yep, that’s what he would do. Be the perfect gentleman, even though his
dick was begging him to be someone else. Someone who’d be buried in regret the
next morning, unable to look at himself in the mirror.
    She nudged him with the bottle of Jack. Fritz pretended to
take a sip, keeping his lips pressed together while he tipped the bottle. When
she wasn’t looking, he poured the rest of it out the window of his truck. It
was a shame to waste good whiskey like that but she was sloshed enough already.
    “All gone,” he told her,