First Rodeo (The Cowboy and the Dom Book 1) by Jodi Payne & BA Tortuga

Author:Jodi Payne & BA Tortuga [Payne, Jodi]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781951011024
Publisher: Tygerseye Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

“Jesus, did you stomp on him?”

Sam heard the voices from a distance. He didn’t wince, but he would admit to praying that they thought he was out.

If they asked him to walk home now, he wouldn’t make it half a block before the vultures fell on him.

“Nah, Gabe. Just making sure he could take it. He took more than any of these assholes ever did. He can sleep it off here. Darla will bring him coffee in the morning.”

He felt hands on him, very lightly testing out the line of his ribs. “I’ll leave him something stronger to take with the coffee. When’s the last time one of you jokers heard him speak?”

“He never said a fucking word. Not one.”

He looked over, met Angel’s eyes. Okay. Well, this was probably good.

“Well, well. Good morning, sunshine. I knew I was going to be seeing you again. How many fingers?”

He saw six. “Three. How goes?”

“I never have a bad day.” Angel shook his head. “They were nice to you. Your face is still pretty. Deep breath.”

“Ask me for something easier, like moving the earth.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth, telling himself not to make a sound.

“Okay, let it out slow. Better?” Angel’s hands were all over his torso, moving quickly and gently, searching. “Good, good. Just want to look at your back. Can I roll you?”

“Yeah.”

He went over, and Angel grunted. “You took it, didn’t you? Damn. You have a core of steel. This needs aftercare, kiddo, not a night on a bar floor.”

But a night on a bar floor was what he was fixin’ to get, so why bitch? What was anyone going to do?

Angel sat up. “Clear everyone out, huh? Go. Out. Give us some privacy, please. That’s it. Thank you.”

He heard mumbling and boots scuffing on the floor, then quiet.

“I have to call him, you know.”

“He’ll understand.” Thomas got him, knew how bad he needed this job.

“Okay. Next dilemma. I can send him here to get you, you can leave with me, or you can try to haul your own ass out of here. But you’re not staying here. You need a little work, and I assume you’d rather this crew not see that.”

“I can walk. I can. Just give me a hand up.” If he didn’t die or throw up, he’d be fine.

Angel got him to his feet, and it was a close thing—both death and vomit—but he managed. “Good deal. Tell him I’ll call him later, huh? When he wakes up?”

The whole world was soft, fuzzy on all the edges.

“Work on Monday, little Sammy. See you at seven.”

“Yessir. Work on Monday.”

He was pretty sure Angel ran a little interference for him on the way out. The man was, like, three feet wider and six feet taller or something. Huge. Really big. You could hide three of him behind the man’s back.

When they got outside, Angel apologized, pointing to his Harley. “I’ll get you home, but you’re gonna have to hold on.” Angel stuck his pack in one of the saddle bags and got on.

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