she suspected people knew what was going on with them, she didn’t want to give the rumor mill even more fodder. “Yo, you two gonna cuddle or serve me?” someone at the far end of the bar shouted out. She straightened up. “Gotta go kill…I mean help someone. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone,” she warned before she slipped away. “You mean something you don’t want to have to punish Ty for later don’t you?” Roy called after her. “Ow! Damn it, man.” “Shut the hell up,” Ty hissed. She peeked over her shoulder and giggled when she saw Ty had taken off his hat and swatted Roy with it before, placing it back on his head. Nessa shook her head but couldn’t keep from smiling at his attempt to keep their business private. She just wished this wasn’t a temporary thing. As much as she enjoyed working at the bar and playing around with Ty, it wouldn’t do to get attached. After all, work relationships and commitment didn’t work out, the past had taught her that much.
Chapter Two
Ty watched the sway of Nessa’s hips and rounded ass—encased in painted on denim—move away from him. His damn dick jerked and he wanted to punch the stupid little head for acting up again. All fucking night he’d had to fight off a hard on while they did their usual thing behind the bar. Unfortunately, being around her made him lose a bit of his discipline and he couldn’t resist making it clear who she belonged to. Sure, they weren’t exclusive and word seemed to have seeped out about them but if he had his way, this weekend would seal the deal with them in more ways than one. “Yo, Ty? Stop mentally groping your ‘best girl’ and focus.” Drake waved a hand in front of Ty’s face. He growled, hating to pull his attention away from a woman he’d fallen head over heels for, and refocus on his best buds. Roy smirked. “Get your mind out of the gutter and talk to us. We need details man.” Ty grabbed a towel and began to wipe down the near spotless worn wooden counter. “What’s up?” Out of the corner of his eye he watched her handle one of the regulars with ease. “First off, is the poker game on or not?” Drake sipped his beer. Ty shook his head. “Not this weekend. I’m going up to the ranch to check on how my manager is putting things together. Still got a lot of work to do on that place before we can see a return on our investment.” And not to mention that I’ll be busy reminding Nessa what happens when she doesn’t let me know that’s she’s gonna be late for her shift. “Slow your roll, buddy. You’ll get your drink, so stop waving the cash in my face. It isn’t making me move any faster. ” Nessa’s growled warning drew his attention. He started over there, ready to interfere if he needed to, knowing she could handle herself. She stared down the offender who placed his hands and money on the counter, trying to look harmless. All thought came to a halt when she bent over. His brain dove right into the gutter, where it wanted to wallow in the filth. Right now it was doing the damn backstroke while serving up images of all the ways he could fuck her behind the bar. Right now it was focused on taking her from behind with his hands full of her tits. Maybe he’d be able to grab hold of the tiny ringlets that framed her diamond shaped face and hang on as he pounded into her until she screamed out her release. He swallowed as a single bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face from his temple to follow a path along his jaw. “Fuck.” Ty wiped it away with the back of his hand and turned his attention to his best friends. “Yeah, well, if you could stop staring at her ass—” “Though she does have