Addicted (Outlaws Book 2) by Elle Kennedy

might be too young for Jamie’s blood. She likes men with a little more experience in the saddle.”
    Randy hesitated. “Is she your woman? The two of you showed up here together last time too.”
    “More like a sister,” he said vaguely. “We’ve known each other forever.”
    “But you’ve, uh, had sex, right?”
    “Nope.” Though God knew he’d had sex with her in his mind a thousand times already.
    But that needed to end, damn it. His dirty imagination had gotten him in trouble the other day, when he forcibly had to stop himself from mauling her in the town square. The memory of Jamie’s naked body sandwiched between Beckett and Travis had triggered a bout of lust he hadn’t been able to control. Jamie had seen it, and it had scared her. Even worse, it had put a strain on their friendship, making shit awkward between them.
    He hadn’t liked that. At all.
    Kade drifted over, mopping his sweaty face with the bottom of his shirt. He must have heard the tail end of their conversation, because he grumbled, “Your
sister
just gave me a beat-down. Who taught her to fight like that?”
    “You’re looking at him.”
    “Yeah?” Kade’s head tipped to the side. “Then chug the rest of your water and teach me some shit, because there’s no way I’m letting that teeny blond demon win another fight.”
    Randy started to laugh, but the sound died midchortle, replaced by a choked noise.
    Lennox followed the teenager’s gaze to see what had clammed him up. A petite girl with a long brown ponytail stood next to Pike, listening attentively to whatever instruction he was giving her. It was the same girl who’d been dominating the target practice, Lennox realized.
    “She’s cute.” He offered a pointed look. “And age-appropriate.”
    Randy’s cheeks took on a reddish hue. “Uh, yeah… she’s all right.”
    Lennox and Kade exchanged amused glances.
    “What’s her name?” Kade asked.
    “Sara.” The flush deepened. “She and her dad moved here a few months ago. Sloan ran into them on the road and brought them back.” Randy awkwardly tilted his head to the left. “That’s her dad over there.”
    Shit. Sara’s father was one big motherfucker. At least six-five, with a shaved head and hawklike brown eyes that monitored his daughter’s every movement.
    “He’s kinda overprotective of her,” Randy mumbled.
    Kinda
seemed like a grave understatement. But at least it made sense now why Randy was ready to shit his pants every time he looked at Sara.
    Lennox sighed. “You want to spend time with her, huh? But you’re afraid of her father.”
    “Wouldn’t
you
be? He’s a giant. And he never lets her out of his sight.”
    Lennox thought it over. “You want my advice? Forget him.”
    The kid gaped at him. “Um… yeah, right.”
    “I’m serious. If you want to get to know her, get to know her. Scary Dad over there ain’t gonna kill you just for talking to her.”
    “He might.”
    “Nah.” Kade grinned and backed up Lennox. “Just make sure to keep your pants zipped around her, and you’ll be fine.”
    Lennox shrugged. “Besides, if he does kick your ass, who cares? Bruises fade. Broken bones heal. Life’s too short, kid. If you really like this chick, then you’ve gotta make a move. You might never get the opportunity again.”
    Randy went quiet, mulling over the advice. Then he set his jaw in determination and raised his hand in the air. “Nice hit, Sara!” he called out.
    She whirled around, her ponytail a brown blur. The girl she’d just knocked on her ass was clambering to her feet, but Sara’s surprised gaze was focused on Randy. “Oh. Um. Thanks,” she called back.
    Lennox pressed his lips together to smother his amusement. Kade seemed to be doing the same. Sara’s dad, on the other hand, didn’t look at all pleased by the exchange. The man glowered at Randy, who simply waved politely.
    “You’ve got balls, kid,” Kade murmured.
    “Big brass balls,” Lennox agreed. He smacked