Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read Free Page A

apron over a t-shirt and jeans, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail high on her head, the same as it was when I saw her at the general store. She doesn't look like she's wearing a lick of makeup except for some kind of gloss on her lips that makes them pouty as hell.
    She's waiting on two guys at a table. One says something and leers at her while the other guy laughs. A flush creeps up her neck to her face, and then her face colors red. When she turns around, the guy who talked reaches up and grabs hold of the apron string that dangles over her perfect ass, and the apron unties, falling from her waist.
    She whirls around with fire in her eyes.
    I don’t know why I do what I do next. I don’t even think before I do it. I walk across the room, sliding my arm around her back and pulling her against me before she can react.
    Then I kiss her, square on the mouth. And for a second, the world stops spinning. For a second, she kisses me back. She melts against me, her body pressed against mine, and her tongue finds mine for the briefest of moments. I think I hear her whimper, the sound dampened by my mouth, and I want to keep kissing her. I don't want to stop.
    Then, just as suddenly as it happened, she puts her hand against my chest and pushes me back. “What the –“
    “Hey, honey. Sorry I’m late. Are these two assholes bothering you?”
    One of them snickers, and that just pushes me over the edge.
    "That's my girl ," I lie, picking him up by the collar of his shirt.
    " Your girl?" Coffee Girl squeals. She looks at me wide-eyed, and I can't tell if she's shocked or impressed by my quick thinking, but I don't have time to figure it out, because I'm walking the asshole out the front door.
    Outside, I press his stupid head against the wall. His friend follows us, protesting, but he's too cowardly to even try to hit me.
    “We were just joking, man,” the guy's friend says, his voice trembling. The guy with his head against the wall says nothing in his own defense. “We didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”
    “You need to learn some manners.” I spit the words, my heart racing as adrenaline surges through me.
    I’m nearly about to beat this guy’s ass when the bakery door opens and Coffee Girl is standing there, her eyes wide.
    “Put him down,” she orders.
    I press the guy’s head harder against the wall. Like hell I’m going to put him down. “Apologize to the lady.”
    “I wasn’t doing anything ”
    “Apologize to the lady now.”
    “Drop him,” she insists, her voice firm.
    “I’m sorry,” the guy sniffs.
    “Sorry for what? That’s not an apology.”
    “Sorry for – harassing you,” he whines.
    “Ma’am,” I add.
    “Sorry for harassing you, ma’am .”
    “And you’re not going to come back to this store again.”
    “We won’t come back, man,” he snivels. "Ma'am."
    When I drop him, he and his friend scatter.
    “You,” the girl from the bakery snaps, her eyes wide. “In here. Right now.”
    Wordlessly, she walks through the front of the shop. An older woman at the counter gives us a disapproving look, so I give her my best wink.
    Maybe Coffee Girl is so grateful for my assistance out there that she’s taking me in the back for a quickie. As pleasant as that sounds — especially since I can't remember the last time I had a quickie — the last thing I need is to bed some clingy PTA mom.
    Instead, she doesn't let me get a word out before she slaps me, clean across the face.
    “What the hell was that for?" I ask, my hand on my cheek. My skin still stings from the blow. Damn, she hits hard for a girl. "I'm not the one you should be mad at. Your boss shouldn’t let shit like that happen!"
    We’re standing in the kitchen surrounded by stainless steel appliances and a counter covered in flour. I’m still pissed as hell about those two morons hitting on her, yet I can’t stop thinking about sliding my hands under her thighs, lifting her up and fucking her right there on that