Dallas [Wolfe Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Kaylee Feagans Page A

her with the other.
    She stepped back before he could make contact. She didn’t mind looking at the merchandise or even flirting a bit, but she wasn’t letting just anyone touch her. “I’m sure you could, too, in some things, but I was talking about the drink. I’ll be punished if my friends don’t see something cool and liquidy in my hand.”
    “You don’t like being punished?”
    She smiled. “It de—”
    “Do I pay you to flirt, McCajah?” She steeled herself as she heard his voice, a rough bass sound that had always sent shivers straight to her clit. What the hell was Dallas Wolfe doing here?
    “He was just being friendly.” She turned her body so that she could halfway see him. Oh damn, why couldn’t he have gotten old and ugly? Dammit, he looked better now than he had before. Faded denim jeans encased his hard, muscular legs. “Hell’s Place” was emblazoned across the black T-shirt that was molded to his chest. His long, dark brown hair was pulled into a braid down his back. Some things never changed.
    Silver eyes narrowed onto her. “Cristal?”
    She didn’t look like the girl she’d once been. Before she’d been reed thin and willowy, but now she had lush curves and an ass that made him instantly hard. Her jeans hugged that sweet ass almost as well as the collared shirt she wore cupped her tits. She was his best friend’s kid sister. She was his best friend’s kid sister—he had to remember that!
    “Hi, Dallas.” She stuck her hands out in front of her as if to ward him off. “I didn’t know you would be here. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” She gave a smile to the bartender with a quick “see you around,” and she was walking toward the door. He watched the gentle sway of her ass with each step she took. He knew he was drooling, but it didn’t matter.
    “I bet that’s a hot piece of ass,” McCajah stated before he was forced against the back wall with Dallas’s hand painfully wrapped around his neck.
    “You won’t have a chance to find out. You got me?” Molten fury filled his eyes, and Dallas held his friend and bartender in place with his much bigger stout body.
    “Damned straight, boss. I wouldn’t touch her ass if you paid me to.”
    Dallas released him with a quick reminder. “Better not be touching any other of her damned parts either, you bastard.”
    “No, sir!” McCajah smiled, his brilliant, toothpaste-commercial teeth gleaming under the florescent lights. “I didn’t know she was yours. All you had to do was say something.” He rubbed his big, square jaw then replied, “However, should you need a third, I’m available.”
    Dallas shook his head and started after Cristal. What the hell was she doing with a pack of men? He could feel himself foaming at the mouth. They needed to get the hell away from her. With that intent, he walked up behind her and listened.
    “I’m sorry, guys, but I just remembered that I left my curling iron on and I need to shut it off before it burns my house down.”
    “Cristal, you don’t curl your hair.” Damn the new guy for having to point out her lie.
    “Can’t we just pretend?”
    “No, you can’t.” She could feel the heat of his body against her back and smell the unique male scent that was all Dallas Wolfe. “Why don’t you stay here?”
    “I just need to go.” She wouldn’t even look at him.
    “She’ll be back in a minute, boys.” Dallas took her arm and dragged her through the bar. He was glad that it was early yet because he’d hate for his customers to see him manhandling another patron.
    “What are you doing? I’m trying to leave!” She dug her heels in, but the hiking boots she used for work weren’t helping her on the slick tile floors of the bar.
    “Shut up before I turn you over my knee and paddle your ass.” He hoped to hell she’d mouth off. Just one little word and he’d have her luscious ass bare before him.

Chapter 2
     
    He slammed the office door and locked it. He was going to find out