Taking Whatever He Wants: The Cline Brothers of Colorado Read Online Free Page B

these guys’ asses, and go home. Trying to keep my cool, I called toward the bar for a bottle of MGD and walked straight to the pool table. When you lived in a suburb of a hot winter resort, all the women were looking for a handsome local for a good time. I was considered the local bad boy, although there was nothing to those rumors. Maybe when I was younger, but those days were long behind me. I worked my ass off and built my shop to be the best of the best. Besides, the only woman I had eyes for was the lovely new bartender. I refused to look in her direction. It was all I could do to stay focused.
    “Hey, man. You finally made it,” Jack called out from the pool table in the far back corner of the bar. He was one of the few foolish enough to play me in pool.
    "Um...sir. Here's your beer," a melodic voice said. I wanted to turn and pull her into my arms, but I couldn’t. I already knew who that voice belonged to—Sonya. She sounds so deliciously sexy. There was a mark on her wrist, but she had a watch on so I don’t know if she’d been wearing it too tight. I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to touch her in this place. So I ignored it. She placed the bottle shakily onto the edge of the pool table.
    The bottle teetered back and forth. Acting quickly, I caught it before it landed on the felt and ruined the table and my game. She gasped. "Oh no. I'm sorry."
    Normally I would have gone off on someone for being a fucking idiot, but I knew she didn’t mean to do it and, well, I was doing everything in my power not to snatch her up and take her back above my shop. Why was she everywhere I went? Every non-work thought was on her. It was starting to piss me off how much I wanted her.
    “Be more careful, Sonya,” I scolded her. Her face blanched and I felt like a total fucking piece of shit. It wasn’t her fault that I was attracted to her more than I wanted to be.
    “Don’t worry about him, Sonya. He’s been a bear all day,” Jack piped in with a smile.
    “Excuse me,” she said just above a whisper. Sonya scurried away straight behind the bar.
    I turned back to my game and downed the beer she brought me. When I sat it down at the table next to us, I got a fucking huge sneer from Jack. “That woman is too sweet for you to be mean to her.” I ignored him and moved my eyes back to her, unintentionally scowling at her.
    “Hey, man. What’s up? Are you going to play or scare the poor girl? It was just an accident.”
    “Shut the fuck up and let’s play.” I wasn’t a dick all the time, but when I got off after a long hard week, I could fucking be a total fucker. So Jack didn’t take my attitude as anything new. Maybe he didn’t catch on to my need for Sonya in her tight jeans that cupped her round ass. I let out a long breath I was holding and aimed for my first shot of the game. He broke first, so I had the stripes. I had two possible easy shots, but for the first time in a year I fucking scratched.
    “Whoa! What the fuck happened, Shane?” Joe asked with a fucking chuckle, walking up behind me.
    “Chill the fuck out,” I snarled at him. Something in me was ready to box with anyone who pissed me off. It was all the beauty’s fault.
    “Rough week at the shop?” he offered.
    Jack laughed and said, “Yeah, but I think it’s karma coming to get his ass for being mean to the pretty, new bartender.”
    “Where at?”  Joe asked, looking around to find her. I hated that he was looking at her, too. Couldn’t any of these fuckers cool their dicks?
    “She’s across the bar, next to Mack,” Jack said.
    “Fuck me, she’s fine as fuck. I want to tap that shit. I wonder if she’s just here temporarily.”
    “She will be if I have anything to say about it.” I wanted her out of this place. There were too many men. I didn’t care if she worked somewhere else. Maybe I could find a place where she had to wear more clothes.
    “It was just an almost accident, Shane. What the hell’s up your ass?” Jack