Sandy was so busy dancing she didn’t see two men circling them until the last minute. The jerk cut in, pulling her away from Cheyenne.
“Hey,” she said.
“My buddy can take care of your friend. I want to dance with you.”
“You must be a fucking tourist.”
“Oh, yeah? What makes you think that?”
“Only a stupid fucking tourist would cut in on a dance with another man’s woman.”
“Yeah? I don’t see him anywhere.”
When he grabbed her ass, Sandy took the first swing. No one touched her without her say so.
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Neal watched his sister and woman on the dance floor. Both were beautiful but to him Sandy outshined all women. She had a magical way about her that charmed everyone.
“You’re smitten,” Rory said.
“No I’m not.”
“No? Then why do you have the googly eyes of love.”
Neal burst out laughing. His friend sure had a way with words. After he calmed down he ordered another beer for Sandy.
“Fucking tourists,” Rory snapped.
He turned to see what had changed his friend’s behavior. Glancing at the dance floor, he saw the guy put his hands on Sandy’s ass and he went red with rage.#p#分页标题#e#
How dare another man touch his woman!
Rory and Neal made their way on the dance floor in time to see Sandy smack one of the men while Cheyenne fought with the other. His sister looked panicked where seconds ago she appeared happy.
“Get the fuck away from me,” Sandy growled after throwing a punch and landing a kick to the jerk’s balls. Before she did any more damage, Rory grabbed the man hassling his sister and he took the scumbag from Sandy.
They rushed the idiots outside, the chaos bringing more attention. He heard Sandy follow close behind.
“What the hell? We were just dancing with the girls,” one of the tourists mumbled.
“Not these girls. They’re fucking taken, buddy,” Rory growled.
“Whatever.” The disrespect coming off the men charged Neal, enough to slam his fist in the nearest guy’s face.
“Neal, stop. He isn’t worth it.” Rory stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Turning away from the scumbag, he found his family and Sandy standing nearby. He walked up to Cheyenne and made sure she was okay before roughly pulling Sandy along the street behind him.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Neal, stop. You’re hurting me.”
When they had some modicum of privacy, he let go, then spun to face her.
“What the fuck were you doing?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You let another man put his hands on you.”
Sandy smiled. With a hand on her hip and a sway in her step, she walked over to him. The small skirt she wore showcased every swing. Her tits bounced with the movement.
“I like the fact you care so much,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Neal wanted to let his anger go but the fire inside him wouldn’t let him stop.
He pulled her hands from around his neck.
“I can’t do this,” he said. Remorse filled him, but he couldn’t let her believe she held a place in his life.
“Can’t do what?”
“It will be men wanting a piece of your ass all the time. You’ve given yourself to enough them already.”
The color left her face, her eyes widen. What he’d said had taken her by surprise.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I think you know.”
“Really? Because from where I’m standing you’re making me out to be a slut.”
“If the shoe fits.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this to me. We’ve only just started dating. I wasn’t expecting marriage and roses but at least some confidence in me.” Tears formed in her eyes.
“Dating? Sandy, we’ve done nothing but fuck. You’re the type of woman men sleep with but never take home to Mom.”
His last words were the clincher. Sandy slapped his cheek. He accepted the punishment and wished she’d beat him to a bloody pulp.
“Thank you for putting that into perspective for me.” That was it. No ranting or raving. A slap to the face then she turned and walked back the way they came.
Luke stood waiting for her, but she brushed past him into the hall where the music had kick-started. Seconds later, Sandy walked out with her bag and a coat. She brushed past him once again and didn’t look back.
For the remainder of the night he felt like a monster.
Chapter Thirteen
After the disaster at the dance and the break up with Neal, Sandy went home. The words he’d spoken had bruised her more than any other pain he could inflict. She was twenty-five years old and had three lovers in all that time. Some women were into double figures by her age.#p#分页标题#e#