Authors: Susan Fisher-Davis
Wyatt
WYATT
Men of Clfton,
Montana Book 4
Susan Fisher-Davis
Erotic Romance
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Wyatt
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WYATT
A Men
of Clifton Montana Novel
Susan Fisher-Davis
Chapter One
Rain fell from
gray gloomy skies, beating down on his Stetson and matching his mood as he rode
the fence line separating his property from that of his brother.
Wyatt
Stone was in a piss ass mood and looking for a fight. Maybe tonight would be a
good night to go to Dewey’s bar, the local hangout, and get rowdy. He wasn’t sure
what put him in such a foul mood, but he needed to get rid of it some way, and
he figured the only way was with either a good fight or sex. A slow smile
lifted his lips. Sex would be good. He shifted in the saddle. Sex would be damn
good. It’d been a while.
Wyatt rubbed his hand over his jaw and thought about the
last time he’d had any.
Carly
Phelps.
She was hot and good. It’d been two weeks since he’d
indulged. Suddenly, a pair of amethyst eyes rose before his mind’s eye, making
him swear. Blinking the vision away, he focused on what he was doing.
He saw a section of fence down, reined Cochise to a stop,
and dismounted. The horse stood behind him. He knew he wouldn’t go anywhere
since Cochise always followed him around like a puppy. Ever since the horse had
been born, Wyatt had cared for him. The mare had died giving birth to him and
he’d sat up with the colt during the night and fed him. Cochise loved him and
no one else.
Wyatt pulled the tools he needed out of the saddlebag and
walked toward the downed fence. Cochise nudged him with his nose.
“Give me a minute, will you? It’s not like you’ve never been
in the rain before,” he muttered. The horse snorted and stepped back from him.
Wyatt glanced back at him. “Good boy.”
The rain ran down his T-shirt and soaked his back. The shirt
stuck to his skin and his boots were sinking into mud. He tugged on the wire
with his gloved hands and swore when it slipped from him. He tilted his head
down and clenched his jaw. The rain poured off the brim of his hat and splashed
onto his boots. He sighed, strode over to where the wire lay on the ground, and
pulled it to the post, fastening it tight. Then after putting the tools back in
the saddlebag, he mounted Cochise. The horse pranced around. Wyatt nudged him,
giving him his head, and Cochise tore off through the pasture. Mud flew up
behind horse and rider as they ran full speed through the rain. It seemed
Cochise needed to expend some pent up energy too.
He rode Cochise straight into the barn. The drumming of rain
on the roof echoed through the building, making it almost impossible to hear.
He dismounted and started unhooking the cinch when one of his ranch hands, Ben
Collins, came up to him. Wyatt didn’t care for him for some reason. There was
just something about the man that rubbed him the wrong way. He’d hired Ben
because his brother, Kirk, worked for him and Kirk was a hard worker. Ben was a
hard worker too, but there was just something…he didn’t trust the man.
“Hey boss. Do you want me to do that for you?” Ben asked.
“I got it. Thanks.” Wyatt lifted the saddle off Cochise.
“You don’t like anyone else touching your horse, do you?”
Ben sneered.
Wyatt turned toward him. “You want to try it? Go right
ahead.” He stepped away from Cochise.
Ben hesitated then stepped toward the horse and reached for
the blanket. Cochise turned and tried to bite him. Ben jumped back.
“Holy hell!”
He glanced at Wyatt.
“He tried to bite me!”
Wyatt clenched his jaw and bit back a laugh. “I told you I
had it. There’s a reason no one takes care of him but me.” He narrowed his eyes
at Ben. “When I tell you something, you listen. Don’t ever take that smart-ass
attitude with me again. Understand?”
Ben nodded and strode away. Wyatt was sure he was muttering
as he went through the barn, but he didn’t give a care about it. He stared
after him for a few minutes, and then after wiping Cochise down, led him to his
stall. Cochise entered his stall, put his head over the door, and butted his
nose against Wyatt’s chest. Wyatt rubbed his ears. “I’ll see you tomorrow,
boy.”
He strolled along through the barn, checking on the other
horses. Five were his. He was training the other two to be cutting horses
before handing them over to clients. Wyatt and his brothers, well known across
the United States, were considered some of the best at horse training. Jake,
his oldest brother, worked with reining horses, and Gabe, the next oldest,
worked with calf-roping or tie-down horses. The brothers were in high demand
and stayed busy. Jake recently married Becca Daniels, a spunky redhead who
inherited her grandmother’s horse ranch and turned it into a lucrative Bed and
Breakfast. It was rough going at first because when someone ransacked her home
and stole her horses, she blamed Jake, even after she had already fallen in
love with him. A man from her past had caused all the problems, but in the end,
he died…by Wyatt’s skill as an expert shooter. He’d taken him out with one shot
after he’d shot Jake in the shoulder, and then took aim at Becca. Wyatt had no
choice but to end his life.
His brother, Gabe, married Emma Conner, a beautiful
blonde-haired woman they’d grown up with, after he got her pregnant. They now
had a beautiful little girl, Sophie. Emma had fallen in love with Gabe when she
was much younger but kept it to herself. After they were married, Gabe fell in
love with her and they ended up very happy.
Wyatt grunted at the thought. He’d never have that kind of
happiness and he was okay with it. Well, now he was but for a long time, he
hurt. Stephanie Taylor had broken their engagement off a week before the
wedding and it felt like he’d died.
It didn’t hurt anymore, but he’d been down so low at one
point he didn’t think he’d ever get back up. He drank morning, noon, and night
until Jake told him to get up and take it like a man or stay the hell away from
him. Wyatt got up and stayed up. Stephanie Taylor could go to hell as far as he
was concerned. She’d ripped his heart out and left him like the walking dead.
At least, that’s what he’d thought at the time but now he was glad he hadn’t
married her. He was sure he’d be even more miserable by now.
He ran from the barn through the rain and headed toward the
house, dodging the puddles. Entering through the back door, his German
shepherd, Bear, greeted him with a joy he was sure no woman ever would. He took
his wet hat off and hung it on a peg by the door.
“Do you need to go out, buddy?” Wyatt asked him as he pulled
his wet T-shirt over his head. Bear barked and sat down. “I’ll take that as a
no
then. I don’t blame you. It’s too wet
out there even for ducks.”
He took his belt off, unzipped his jeans, and peeled them
down his legs, the wet material making it difficult. He sat on the bench in the
mudroom and removed his boots, pulling the wet jeans off before standing, and
then removing his boxer briefs. He headed for the shower with Bear on his
heels. He couldn’t understand why the dog had to be in the bathroom with him
every time Wyatt went in, but he’d gotten used to it. He glanced over his
shoulder and grinned as Bear followed him into the bathroom. The dog lay down
against the door and closed his eyes.
Wyatt turned on the shower and stepped in. Steam quickly
filled the bathroom. Putting his hands against the wall, he moved his head
under the spray. Water slid down over his hair, onto his face and dripped into
the drain. Straightening up, he washed his hair. He was tired, it’d been a long
day, but he had already decided he was going to Dewey’s tonight to either find
a woman or kick someone’s ass.
He grumbled. What was wrong with him? He didn’t get into
fights anymore, but he just had to get this anger out of him. Hell, he didn’t
even know why he was angry. It wasn’t Ben Collins, although he hadn’t helped
his mood much. No, Wyatt had felt mad at the world before he went out to check
the fence.
He sighed as he soaped up his body and washed.
Son of a bitch!
Why was he feeling like
this? Thinking back, he was sure his foul mood had started right after Gabe had
left earlier. His brother had teased him about not settling down. Wyatt had
told him he was happy the way he was, and he was. Damn it, he was. He didn’t
need a woman in his life unless it was for sex. He sure as hell didn’t need one
in his life permanently. Stephanie had ruined that for him. The chance of
getting his heart stomped on again was unthinkable. He knew his brothers and
their wives hoped he and Olivia would get together but damn, Olivia Roberts had
heartbreaker written all over her.
Christ!
She made
him hard just thinking of her. She was so beautiful…a tall, slim, and
breathtakingly beautiful woman. Her long black hair fell like a silk curtain
down her back, touching her waist. Her lips were full and lush, and she had a
sexy mole at the right top corner. But it was her eyes which threatened to
bring him to his knees if he wasn’t careful. They were the color of amethyst.
Purple. He’d never before seen eyes like hers, and he’d be damned before he’d
let her see she could tie him in knots.
His cock twitched and he groaned.
Damn her!
He couldn’t get involved with her, no matter how badly he
wanted her under him. He could satisfy himself right here, but he wanted a
woman. He loved the way they smelled and the softness of their skin, and the
feel of their muscles clenching around his cock when they came. Wyatt groaned
again. He needed to stop thinking like this or he’d take care of himself and
not be good enough for a woman tonight. He knew how to please a woman. He loved
taking them to the edge, watching their skin flush as they tumbled over, and letting
their moans of pleasure urge him onto his own orgasm.
Damn!
He seriously needed to get laid tonight. It would be much
better than a fight. He switched the water to cold and jumped back when it hit
his hot skin.
Sighing, he stepped from the shower and dried off with a
fluffy red towel. The entire home was made of log. The interior walls matched
the exterior. The bathroom floor was red and white marble tiles. The
stand-alone shower was large but there was also a bathtub, which sat against
the wall with a skylight above it.
Wyatt walked into the bedroom, got a clean pair of jeans and
T-shirt out, and dressed. He sat on the king-size bed and pulled his cowboy
boots on. When he stood, Bear barked and ran toward the kitchen. Wyatt followed
him and let him out. Once the dog was back inside, Wyatt would leave.
A few minutes later, Bear came back in—soaking wet. Wyatt
swore and dried the dog off. Bear rolled to his back, making Wyatt grin. “I
think you do that on purpose so I’ll rub your belly.” He scratched Bear’s ears.
“I’ll see you later, boy. Be good.”
He grabbed a dry cowboy hat and ran out the door through the
rain to his truck. As he headed for Dewey’s Bar, he wondered if maybe Carly
would be there. Wyatt grinned at the thought. Yeah, that was a far better way
to end the day than punching someone.
* * * *
Olivia Roberts was really getting tired of the man who was
hovering nearby hitting on her. He was married and therefore, off limits. It
didn’t matter how good looking he was, she didn’t fool around with married men.
She gave him her best
I’m trying to be
nice but get lost
smile.
“Look, hon…you’re real nice but you’re married, so no dice,”
she told him.
“Aww, come on babe, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,”
the man slurred. He was so drunk he was weaving. He pulled out a chair and
flopped down on it.
She pulled her hand away when he reached for it and narrowed
her eyes at him. “Don’t do that. Go away. Please.”
The man leaned back in his chair and laughed. “You don’t
even know my wife, so what’s it matter?”
“The fact that you have a wife is what matters. Go home to
her.” Olivia was getting angry and that was never a good thing. She felt Becca
lean across her.
“Go home, Jerry. I do know your wife and Carol is a
wonderful woman.”
“Why are you here, Becca? You’re married too.” Jerry glared
at her.
“Girls night out, not that it’s any of your business. I’m
not here looking to hook up either. I happen to have a man at home I love.
Don’t do this to Carol.”
Jerry folded his arms across his chest and stared at her. He
was a good-looking married man who had trouble keeping it in his pants. The
entire town of Clifton knew about his wrongdoings. Most women avoided him,
though a few took him up on his offers. He signaled for another beer. Olivia
glanced over toward the bartender to tell him no and her eyes landed on Wyatt.
He was sitting on a barstool with his back to the bar, his elbows resting on
the bar behind him. His gaze was roaming the room, but he hadn’t spotted her
yet. She elbowed Becca and nodded toward him.
“He’s cruising,” Olivia said.
Becca glanced at her best friend.
“Probably.”
Olivia blew out a breath. “There’s no ‘probably’ about it.
He is.”
Emma, the third member of their party, stood. “I think I’ll
go say hello.” She smiled. “He is my brother in-law, after all.”
Olivia reached out to stop her but Emma moved away from her
laughing. Olivia watched as Emma made a beeline for Wyatt. He hadn’t seen her
yet, but Olivia knew the minute he’d spotted Emma. He straightened up on the
stool and smiled at her. Olivia watched as Emma nodded in the direction of
their table, and groaned when Wyatt peered around his sister in-law, his gaze
settling on her. She saw his jaw clench and his lips flatten into a flat line.
Who in the hell was he to get angry at her being here?
He
was here. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms
across her chest when she saw Emma leading him back to where they were seated.
He stood beside it and glared down at Jerry.