Roping The Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins #2)(7)By: Alexa Riley
“Whose car is it?” I grit the question out, knowing I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear.
“Luciana.” He looks at me, and I can’t stop myself from grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him into the side of the house. He raises his hands in surrender, clearly not wanting to tangle with me right now.
“What the fuck, man?” he exclaims, but I can see the edge of fear run through his eyes.
“You touch her?” I growl. Ben touches fucking everything, and I don’t like the idea of him having his hands on her. If that’s the case, he’s gone. I couldn’t bear to have him around knowing something may have happened. I’d spend the rest of my life making her forget him, and that would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t around.
Ben starts to laugh. “I swear, I only touched her car. Once. When it broke down in town last week. She just got the thing and it's a piece of shit, as you can tell. I told her to take it back.” I feel some of my anger start to drain away at that. “Hell, you’re worse than Ty. Should I make sure I don’t look at her either? We all know how Ty gets when anyone even looks at MJ.”
I take a deep breath and let Ben go. He’s got a fucking stupid smile across his face. He might have only touched her car once, but I know he tried for more, and I’m guessing she shot him down. He still tried, and that chaps my ass. I narrow my eyes at him in warning, still not happy about this, and the smile drops away. I don’t want him close enough to even talk to her. I also don’t want him thinking this is some fucking funny game where he can poke the bear. That wouldn’t end well for him. Then I remember how I’d done that to Ty the first day MJ showed up here. Karma is butting me right in the fucking ass for that.
“I’ll leave you to it, man,” Ben says as if reading my mind.
“Put the word out,” I tell him as he heads around the other side of the porch. He knows not to go around the front where he can be seen. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with all these men being around her. I’m either going to have to get a ring on her finger fast, or learn to deal with this jealousy I have. I wonder if that’s even possible after witnessing my brother over the last year. Seems the Jennings men have a jealous streak a mile wide when it comes to their women.
When I turn, I see Luciana standing there looking at me, one hand on her little hip and her big brown eyes narrowed on me. Her hair is in a braid like always, and my fist clenches as I think about taking it down and running my hands through it.
She’s so small it makes me wonder how she can handle some of these animals. How she’ll handle me. She says something in Spanish, and that only makes me smile. No way am I telling her I understand every word she just said. I need every advantage I can get with her.
Curses fly out of my mouth as I stare into the steel-blue eyes that have been haunting me. The eyes I see every time I close my eyes and think about my future. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, now that I’ve started down this new path.
I’d always has a small crush on Blake, which is why I avoided him, thinking nothing could come of it. We come from two different worlds that are literally miles and miles apart. It could never work between us, and I didn’t want to walk down a path that led only to heartbreak. After losing my mom I knew I was still too fresh to take that kind of pain again. It was best to stay clear of it, but now it seems to be standing right in my path, and the look in his eyes says he's got no plans on moving anytime soon.
He leans against a post on the huge front porch of a beautiful farmhouse. It looks like something out of a magazine. There are rolling green hills all around us, with a big red barn close by. The place looks like something you’d dream of when you thought of a Texas ranch, and I fell in love the second I drove around the bend and saw it. It’s everything I’ve ever wished for in a place to live and work. Including the dark blue eyes that don’t ever seem to leave me when I’m working in town.
Maybe this is some kind of mistake. But my heart tells me that this is more than a coincidence. Like I always thought from the moment I’d seen Blake, if he wants something, he gets it, and I’m not naïve enough to think he had his sights set on me and I didn't know what to do with that and what it means to have a man like Blake set his sights on you. Is it for fun? To pass the time? Or is it something more? His eyes make me think it’s more, but I don't know if that’s the truth or what I want the truth to be.