Page 78 of Untamed
“You came.”
“I did.” I can’t help myself and press my palm to his chest. His heart’s pounding under my hand and it sends mine racing too. “I wasn’t finished with you, Eight Seconds,” I whisper.
He smiles again, and it’s the only gesture I need. If I wanted reassurance for coming, I have it now. He leans forward so our faces are close, his breath blowing over me and I’m afraid of what he might say to me. “Nice shirt.” He smiles, tugging at the bottom of it.
“Thanks.” I swat his hand away, trying to hide the flush of my cheeks.
He lets me know by the arch of his brow and the slow grin forming he’s looking forward to tonight. With me. “Does your daddy know you’re here?”
I laugh, shaking my head about the same time Haylee laughs too. “No. Snuck out of town.”
He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and I watch with rapt attention as he glides it over his lower lip. And then he winks at me. “Such a rebel.” He steps closer. “It’s a three-night show. You got a hotel room?”
“Not yet.” I take a breath, trying to calm my heart.
“You can room with me and Ty if you want,” he says, like this isn’t a problem.
A bed. With Grayer. Yes, please.
“Who’s the girl?” A man to his left asks when Grayer steps back.
Grayer turns to face him, then looks over his shoulder at me. “These are my brothers. This is Reid.” He motions to the taller one with the darker brown hair and bright blue eyes who just spoke and then nods to the shorter one, who looks a lot like Dani. Same hair and eyes as his brother, but looking at them it’s clear he and Dani must take after their mom. “And this is Ty.” He then shoves Reid backward into the wall. He’s certainly rough. “He’s taken. . . .” And then he reaches for Ty by the front of his vest and gives him a push toward Haylee, smiling. “But he’s not.”
Haylee wraps her arm in Ty’s. “I’m the single friend looking for a bull rider.”
“Well then.” Ty grins. “You came to the right place.”
Reid grabs his bag and then Britany’s hand. “You boys ready? I need a drink.”
I look at Haylee and then Grayer. “We’re not twenty-one.” I feel ridiculous saying that, as though speaking my age suddenly makes me younger than I am.
“So?” Grayer gives me a look like I shouldn’t be worried.
“You’re going to a bar? We can’t get in.”
“No one will ask.” He reaches for my hand, confidence bleeding through his words. “You’re with me.”
I’m with him? I most certainly am.
And then I’m hit with something I didn’t see coming. That little blond-haired boy who had been on Britany’s hip. He comes running up to Grayer yelling, “Daddy, win. Daddy, win.”
Grayer had won overall tonight, but what gets me, sends my heart sailing in a direction I didn’t see coming is that the little boy is calling Grayer Daddy.
My eyes widen and lock on Grayer’s.
He waits for my reaction, and then picks up the little boy and holds him. The boy smiles at me and it’s pretty clear Grayer’s the boy’s dad. He touches the boy’s chest with his fingertips. He wiggles and laughs. “This is Wyatt.”
Before I can say anything, a woman rushes up to him. “Sorry, guys, he got away from me when he saw Grayer.”
“It’s all right,” Britany assures her, only to have Grayer shoot her a dirty look. I can’t read his face. I can’t tell if he’s upset or confused, or what’s happening, but his gaze is locked on me.
The boy disappears with the girl holding a bag over her shoulder. I don’t say anything. He . . . has a kid? With who? Oh shit, what if he’s married?
No. Fuck no. This isn’t happening.
I think he notices the rush of confusion on my face. Grayer steps forward, his hand on my shoulder, then sliding down my arm to my hand. He holds it. “He’s . . . my son.”
I swallow over the lump in my throat. My eyes shoot to Haylee, who’s watching with rapt attention, as is everyone else. I turn my heated apprehension back to the man I might not know at all. “Are you . . .” I pause and clear my throat. “Please tell me you’re not married.”
