Tied Up, Tied Down (Rough Riders #4)(48)

“Which means Keely is in her glory, surrounded twenty-four/seven by hot bull riders, bronc busters, and cowboys wickedly good with ropes. And she gets to put her greedy hands all over their sweat-slicked, muscled, half-naked bodies all the time. Bitch,”


Chassie added good-naturedly.

“Oh, that’s rich, Chass, coming from the woman who’s married to one of the hottest guys in the world. Now that he’s off the market I’ll never get to do him.”


“Keely!”


“Puh-lease. You know I’ve had it bad for Trevor my whole life, since he’s best buds with Colby. And you had to go and marry him. So now he’s essentially my cousin, and I’ll never know firsthand whether he’s as good at ridin’ out of the saddle as he’s rumored to be.”


“Trust me, the rumors don’t do him justice.”


“Bitch,” Keely shot back.

Chassie laughed. “Now lemme hold her.”


Skylar’s head spun. She didn’t know whether to laugh or run. How would she ever get a handle on this family’s dynamics? It seemed they were in each other’s business all the time. Talk about boisterous. And nosy. Did any of these people hold back any personal emotions or thoughts? Or was everything common knowledge?

Kade isn’t blabbing near and far about the two of you, a prim voice reminded her.

And if she was totally honest, she was utterly charmed by this wild, crazy and fiercely loyal family.

“So when are you and Kade getting married?” Keely asked.

“Um. I-I—”


“I know he’s asked you.”


Skylar’s eyes narrowed. “How?”


“Because he’s Kade. He’s never brought a woman to a McKay family function before. He’s Mr. ‘Do the right thing’ more so than any of my brothers, well, except for Cam. Plus, he’s been waiting for the right woman to settle down with for years. He’s always wanted a family of his own. If anyone deserves it, Kade does.”


What makes you think I’m the right woman? Would I be here if not for Eliza?

A man sauntered in, garnering Keely’s attention, keeping his back to Skylar. “Way to ditch me, babe.”


“My brothers giving you a hard time again?”


“Ya think? Started out with arm wrestlin’. Then I hadta prove my skill with a rope, and a horse, and a rifle, a pistol, and a shotgun. This was all after I did crack of dawn chores with Cord, Colby, Colt, and your dad.”


“Poor baby.” Keely kissed him. “Carter cut you some slack?”


“Only because he’s friends with Jack, who’d happily kick his butt for messin’ with me.”


“Yeah? My money is on Carter. Your brother Jack is such a know-it-all, pompous, self-righteous, jerkwad, asshat.”


“Hey, now, that’s my kin.”


“At least I didn’t call him Jack- off like I usually do.”


Skylar couldn’t help but grin. Keely reminded Sky of India, that same in-your-face personality laced with a rapid-fire wit.

The man pointed at the baby in Keely’s arms. “Whose kid is that one?”


“My cousin Kade’s. This is Eliza’s mother, Skylar. Skylar, my boyfriend, Justin Donohue. He’s suffering through the McKay family dramas for the first time too.”


“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”


Skylar didn’t know if she was more taken aback by his chivalrous hat tip, or that the cowboy was one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen. Blond-haired, green-eyed, with a smile to rival the devil’s. Chiseled features envy of the Marlboro man, and a muscular frame that’d make a body builder jealous.

When Keely saw Skylar’s thoroughly justified inspection of Justin, she waggled her eyebrows and gave a thumbs up behind Justin’s back.

Chassie rolled her eyes.

Sky withheld a chuckle. “Where are you from, Justin?”


“South Dakota, originally. Now I spend my time in Texas when I’m not on the tour.”


Tour? Was this guy a musician? He sure looked like he’d be at home on the stage in front of thousands of adoring female fans. “Which tour?”


“The Professional Bull Riders tour.”


“Oh. Really?”


“Justin is bull rider, ranked twenty-three in the world standings. He’s my cousin Chase’s traveling partner. We met when I did my stint with the PBR and I worked on his injured shoulder.”


“Keely saved my season. I’d be out if not for her. Except, I suspect her brothers are tryin’ their damndest to kill me, not just re-aggravate my injury.”


“Better not mention me sneaking out to see you in the bunkhouse last night, huh?

They’d really be putting the boots to your very fine ass.”


Justin hissed, “Will you keep it down? They have loaded guns. And I know they ain’t afraid to use me as target practice.”


Keely balanced on the tips of her funky cowboy boots decorated with flames and rhinestones, to whisper something in Justin’s ear. His face burned beet red. He grabbed her hand and hauled her outside.