Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(28)

Her other two cowboys pick a slot and start practicing.

While another cameraman takes over inside, I go outside to film Cyn and my personal favorite, Willa. She looks good in a tight pair of cutoffs and a tee that molds to her young firm breasts.

I have a job to do, but me naughty cock has other ideas.

Handling the assault weapon, Cyn annihilates the target pinned to the bales of hay. From her narrowed eyes, she seems like she’s taking her frustration out on the outdoor firing range. She’s deadly with the rifle.

Shane pulls out a high power rifle with a scope. He grins at her, rapid firing the rifle. They’re both excellent shots, and I wonder what the hell they’re practicing for.

Willa, Wyatt, and Lynch have setup targets and are betting five dollars a round. Willa is winning and Wyatt and Lynch don’t seem to mind, but I do. I don’t like her flirting with them, and I don’t like that those hooligans could hurt her.

The director is happy though. We get great footage, but all I can think about is how I want to be the one wagering and standing close to Willa instead of these gits. I wouldn’t bet for money though. It would definitely be for kisses.

Watching Wyatt put his hands on Willa, I film the rest of the day, the ugly fire-breathing dragon of jealousy wrestling with my insides and white-knuckling my fists on my camera.

We work until lunchtime and the bachelors leave, except Tanner. Cyn is busy arguing with Shane, so I seize my opportunity.

“You are armed and dangerous,” I say, coming up behind Willa while she puts away her guns. “How do I know yer won’t take advantage of me?”

She laughs. “Do you want to shoot my gun?”

“Heck yeah,” I say, “but I want the big one. It’ll make me feel more masculine.”

She hands me the assault rifle and a loaded magazine. “The safety’s on.”

I’ve been watching her all day, so I shove the magazine into its slot and point the rifle down at the ground. I surprisingly wait on her praise.

Willa circles behind me and rests her hand on my waist. This is much better than adulation.

“Yer getting a little frisky there,” I say. “If your hand goes any lower, I may misfire.” I can’t believe my dirty mind spilling out of my mouth to this sweet girl. I need to put a lid on it. She’s so different from my usual lasses—innocent, and yet here I am acting like a wanker.

Scared to look at her after my remarks, I glance over my shoulder, and she’s smiling. “I should keep my cake-hole shut.”

“Somehow your accent makes it sound charming,” she says.

“Charming? I’ll take that.”

She raises the butt and nestles it into my shoulder, her touch like silk on my skin. “Use the sight to line up the target.” Her voice is as sugary as sweet cake, and my mind wanders over the hills of her soft lips.

God, this girl gets to me. The closer she stands, her hands whispering light on my arm and waist, the more excitement bubbles in my blood.

“Go ahead,” she says.

I’d actually forgotten I was holding the rifle. I fire off a few shots since we’re the only ones at the outdoor range. After several more rounds, she and I walk to the target where I didn’t do half bad. No holes are in the middle, but most hit the target.

“That’s good,” she says, and I take the approval as encouragement to kiss her honeyed lips.

“If you tasted any sweeter, I’d have a toothache.” My tongue languidly circles her sensual lips and then her mouth. Willa Diaz has stolen all my good sense, and I will blindly follow her.

“Let’s go,” Cyn shouts, startling us both.

Willa jerks us apart, and I already miss her tantalizing lips.

I don’t know if the anger flaring in Cyn’s voice and eyes is aimed at Shane or me, but I quickly help Willa pack her gear to leave. I don’t want to take any chances since Cyn is Willa’s guardian.





Chapter Cyn


Driving his truck, Shane follows Willa and me back to our townhouse. From the way he was shooting earlier, he’s practicing for a war, and I don’t want him to get hurt for me. Fighting Manny is my problem.

Seeing him kiss Nikita last night ripped me apart. I want to hate him, but I can’t. If he does it again, I don’t think I can go through the feds’ stupid game plan.

Shane carries all of our gear, and I trudge up the stairs behind Willa. Stepping inside, Willa screams, and I jump back. Shane scoots around me, drawing his handgun.

As he enters the house, he doesn’t say anything, so I cautiously follow him inside.

The townhouse has been ransacked. Furniture upended, dishes and lamps broken, and every cabinet and drawer opened and their contents scattered on the floor. My body collapses against the wall. Oh God. I feel like my stomach has been yanked out of my throat.

Shane checks the house before he lets us go past the foyer. My throat closes and squeezes the air from my lungs.

This is our home, and now it’s destroyed and defiled. I haven’t really cried since Mom’s funeral, but I want to now. Willa sobs onto my shoulder. I should put on a brave face, but how can I? This angers and terrifies me. Did Uncle Manny do this or was it his rival gang, Juarez? We’re so exposed living in Austin.

What are we going to do? It’s crazy to think I can take on any cartel.