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Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3) Page 30
Author: Lorelei James

quote ‘be the son Dag could never be’ so he packed his shit and now he’s livin’ at the Boars Nest in my old room.”

“Uncle H tell you what went on to make Dag bail?”

“Hell no. Truth is, I don’t know why Dag’d move up there besides the free-for-all-anyway you want sex. The place is a f**kin’ pigsty. Kane and me cleaned it up a couple of times in the last month, Colt can’t be bothered, but we ain’t the ones makin’ the messes.”

“Who is?”

“Some of them people Colt has over every damn night.”

“People like that Jasmine chick?”

Kade’s gaze snapped up.

“I was there when she offered you and Colt a threesome, remember?” Cord watched his cousin closely and sure enough, Kade blushed. “Ended up bein’ a foursome or more, did it?”

“Yeah. I ain’t gonna lie, I thought it’d be hot as hell. Once in a while some variety is good, but it didn’t turn out as sexy hot as it does in  p**n  flicks. Besides, Jazz and her friends are…”

“What?”

“Freaks. Squatters. The place is even nastier to live in than usual. Booze bottles and cans, condoms and food wrappers everywhere. Dirty clothes, dirty dishes, bags of trash.

My mama would faint if she saw it.”

“Which means mine would too. How much has Colt been drinkin’, Kade?”

“More’n I’ve ever seen. I ain’t so sure he’s not drinkin’ before work. Been signs of drugs around too. Pot, mostly. A couple of vials of other shit I didn’t want to know nothin’ about.”

Cord tried to rein in his temper and the underlying fear for his wayward brother.

“Come clean with me, no bullshit. Is Colt doin’ drugs?”

“I doan know. I jus’ know he’s a train wreck waitin’ to happen and I doan wanna be no place around when he finally goes off the rails.”

Cord drained his beer. “Too late. He’s here.”

“He alone?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s surprisin’.”

He watched Colt stop at the bar and knock back three shots of something before he carried two beers over to another table.

“Think he saw us?”

“Hell yeah he saw us. I’d avoid me too.” Cord stood. “Head on home. I’ll handle this.”

“Think I’ll stick around.”

The second Cord stopped in front of Colt’s table Colt said, “Look. I know you’re pissed off. You’ve got a right to be, okay? I had a rough f**kin’ night. I blacked out.

Woke up naked in my bed around four this afternoon, hungover as hell, no idea what happened. Don’t know why my cousins couldn’t bother to wake me up.”

“They ain’t your mama.”

“No shit. But it ain’t like I haven’t done it for them a time or two.”

He studied his brother’s disheveled appearance. Scraggly hair, bags under his eyes, marks on his neck. Incredibly swollen lips. “Didja get punched in the mouth last night?

’Cause it’s puffed up like a bee sting.”

Colt brushed his hand over his lips and frowned. “Not that I recall.”

“That seems to be the problem, bro. Even if Kane and Kade and even Dag would’ve been around to wake your drunken ass up, I’d’ve sent you home.”

“Why? ’Cause I had a little too much liquid fun last night? It ain’t like you didn’t do shit like that.”

“Wrong. I never once blacked out. I never once missed a day of ranch work because of drinkin’ and you’ve missed two this week alone.”

“I knew you’d be a self-righteous prick about this.”

Heavy pause. “What the f**k did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.” Colt deigned to look at him. “Precious Ky’s gone so you’ve got nothin’ else to do ’cept work. Some of us have a life outside of the ranch. Some of us are tryin’ damn hard not to end up like you: cold, cruel, a bitter woman-hater, a f**kin’ recluse, a workaholic loser with a stash of  p**n  and a sore hand.”

Never in all the years that he’d been dealing with his overbearing family had he wanted to kill one of them.

Until tonight. Until now.

Cord grabbed Colt by the shirtfront and hauled Colt across the table. The second he had a free hand he punched Colt in the jaw hard enough Colt’s head snapped back. A beer can crashed and rolled off the table, spewing foam everywhere.

He cocked his arm and punched Colt in the mouth, feeling the scrape of his brother’s teeth on his bare knuckles. Before Colt’s nose met his fist, Colt landed a blow alongside Cord’s temple and nearly knocked his head from his neck.

Cord staggered back, taking Colt with him.

They crashed into another table. Bottles shattered and beer splashed on the floor.

Shirts ripped, flesh connected with flesh. Grunts, curses and groans of pain were intermingled with more curses, blood and crunching glass.

Kade intervened.

Cord forgot what a big guy Kade was until his younger cousin literally picked him up and set him aside like he was an eighty-pound hay bale, not a two-hundred-pound pissed-off man.

“Cord, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“That cocksucker said some shit that don’t fly with me. I called him on it.”

Colt laughed. Picked himself up off the floor. Fell back down in a pile.

Cord knew Colt wasn’t staggering because he’d thrown such accurate punches. His brother was hammered beyond all reason. Again. In public.

What were they gonna do? How had Colt gotten so hopelessly off track? How in the hell could he help him?

Once Colt made it to a chair, he spit a hunk of bloody saliva on the floor. “I ain’t apologizin’ for nothin’, bro. You’re a f**kin’ prick like Dad and everyone knows it—”

Sympathy vanished and Cord lunged for him and they were rolling around on the floor. Punching. Kicking. Bleeding.

By that time, the bouncers showed up and separated them for good. A crowd gathered. His dad’s and his uncle’s longtime buddies. The guy who owned the feed store.

He hoped his eyes were playing tricks on him and that wasn’t the family banker back by the jukebox.

So much for not making a scene. He scanned the crowd and his gaze caught AJ’s.

Hers was somber. Not full of pity or some mislaid compassion, but understanding.

For the first time he wondered why he’d put up such stupid parameters of no public acknowledgment of their relationship. And like it or not, it was a relationship, a relationship based on sex, but that didn’t change the basic definition of it.

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