Texas Twist (Texas Montgomery Mavericks) Read Free

here.”
    “Hold on,” Donald said, tucking a Smith and Wesson forty-five into his pocket. “I’ll walk you out.”
    They headed out and Paige made her way over to Cash’s table. She’d been fourteen when she’d first watched him ride a bull and sixteen before she’d gotten the nerve to talk to him. At eighteen, she’d taken him to her bed. Seven years had passed since that night. Looking at him tonight, those must have been seven long and hard years.
    He looked tired and damaged. And hell, maybe more than a little dangerous to her heart. His face was grooved with wrinkles, far too many for a man of twenty-nine.
    She rolled her fingers into her palm to keep from brushing his blond hair off his forehead. He needed a haircut, but then he probably needed a lot of things she couldn’t provide.
    “Ready to get our guest in bed?” Donald said as he reentered the bar.
    When she nodded, he locked the front door and headed to the booth.
    “What do I need to do?” she asked.
    “Get his hat. I’ve got him.” He grabbed Cash’s arm and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “And get the door.”
    Paige retrieved Cash’s Stetson and hurried to the back exit. She followed the huge man through the door and locked it behind them. Donald climbed the back steps to a small efficiency apartment. He dropped Cash on the twin bed.
    “That it? If so, I’m heading home.”
    “Thanks, Donald. Goodnight.”
    He closed the door as he exited, leaving her and her emotions in turmoil.
    She glanced down. Strands of wavy hair flopped over Cash’s brow. With no one to remind her she was supposed to hate him, she brushed them back, studying the man she’d known so long ago.
    In his alcohol-induced sleep, the creases in his brow didn’t seem so deep now. The etched furrows on either side of his lips eased into soft lines. But the dark circles under his eyes remained. Black and foreboding.
    She pulled his dirty boots off and set them on the floor. She unbuckled the massive silver belt buckle and left his belt hanging free.
    “You’re a son of a bitch, Cash Montgomery,” she whispered. “You destroyed my dreams the way Bad Bob destroyed yours. But seeing you like this kills me. I hope you can find the way back so I can kick your ass without feeling guilty.”
    Then she leaned over and kissed his lips.
    The woman’s lips wrapped snugly around his rock-hard cock. He groaned and ground his head into his pillow. Her long auburn hair tickled where it flared over his thighs. He jerked his hips up and…
    A sudden blast of cold water hit him in the face.
    He jackknifed to sitting, sputtering and spitting water. His heart rate jacked up into a full-out gallop.
    “What the fuck?” he yelled.
    His brothers, Travis and Jason Montgomery, and his brother-in-law and business partner, Mitch Landry, stood at the foot of his bed. He glanced around an unfamiliar room.
    “Where the fuck am I?” He shook the cold water from his dripping hair. “Where’s the woman?” His eyes squinted in a harsh glare. “And why the fuck are you here?”
    Travis, the oldest, lifted an eyebrow. “Not sure if the order will match the questions but you’re in Leo’s drunk room. Don’t know nothin’ about a woman. And we’re here to drag your ass home.”
    Cash shoved the wet hair off his face. “There was a woman. I remember her. Tall. Built like a brick outhouse. Red hair.”
    The three men exchanged glances before Jason said, “No woman, man. Just you with your hand wrapped around your cock.”
    “Fuck you,” Cash snarled. “Get the—”
    He never finished. The sour taste of bile rose in the back of his throat. He swallowed, which did nothing for the nausea now sweeping through him. He slammed his hand over his mouth.
    “Bathroom,” he said through his fingers.
    Travis pointed to the left over Cash’s shoulder. Staggering from the bed, he just made it to the toilet before leaving the entire contents of his stomach in the bowl. He slid