Standing His Ground: Greer (Porter Brothers Trilogy 2)

She was a short woman who carried most of her weight in two areas that, despite her best efforts of dieting, didn’t respond by shrinking. She hated her boobs and her butt. Both made her feel like they were the only things men stared at when they saw her, coming and going. When she had enough money saved, she was going to take care of both her problems.

There was a long line at the bumper cars, and the Ferris wheel line wasn’t any better. A thin metal gate separated the two lines.

“Why in the hell would Justin and Curt want to ride the Ferris wheel?” Dustin asked Greer from over his shoulder.

“They look like they’re f …”—Greer moved to the side farther away from her—“roaring drunk. I wouldn’t want to be the one riding under them.”

“I appreciate you watching your language around Logan,” Dustin said.

“No problem.”

Holly saw Greer look away from her knowing smile. The arrogant man wasn’t about to admit to his younger brother that he was afraid of her. Not that he would admit it for a million dollars.

“For a million dollars, he might,” she mumbled to herself after giving it more thought. Hell, for a million, he would sell his own soul. He would steal it back, but he would sell it.

“What’s so funny?” he asked testily.

“Nothing you would find funny.”

“Try me.”

Nothing made Greer more short-tempered than thinking she was laughing at him, and he was itching for a fight. She could see it in his face. He was castigating himself about her tire, not because he hadn’t taken her safety seriously, but because Tate was going to give both him and Dustin hell for not taking care of it.

“Can we please just have one night we don’t fight?”

Her plea went unanswered when yelling from the line next to them had the men turning.

“Justin and Curt are hanging over the side and spitting down on the people waiting,” Tate explained.

“Damn fools. They’re going to break their necks the way they’re leaning over.”

“We’re not that lucky.” Cash moved Rachel farther away from the metal rail.

Holly was too short to see over the crowd, but the anger-filled voices seemed to become louder and angrier.

Tate and Cash were starting to look worried as the rail started shaking as the people on the other side pushed back toward it.

“I’m getting Rachel out of here.” Cash motioned for Rachel to go around Dustin to get out of the line.

“Let’s go play some of the games, Logan. We can ride the bumper cars later.” Dustin tried to turn to follow Cash as the rail started to tilt toward them.

Holly had already started to get nervous at the escalating yells. Then, before she could take a step in his direction, the rail gave away from the surging crowd that was running toward them.

“Son of a bitch!” Greer shouted.

“Holly!” Logan screamed as he nearly fell from Dustin’s shoulders when he was hit from behind from the throng fleeing.

“Hold on, Logan!” Holly screamed, trying to weave her way around them and find an opening. Instead, she was swallowed in their midst. Then she felt herself going down, terror-stricken at the mass that was bearing down on her.

A hard jerk brought her upright, levering her to the side of the crowd and throwing her against the side of the small ticket booth. She could only gasp as she lifted frightened eyes to Greer while he pressed himself flat against her, bracing his forearms on the booth beside her head to keep her from the fight that had broken out amongst some of the men who had sent those around them fleeing to keep from getting involved in the massive brawl.

She tried not to breathe, angling herself to keep her breasts from poking into his chest. It was a lost cause as he pressed harder against her, bearing the flying fists and elbows of the men who were fighting.

She desperately tried to ignore the sensation of his firm chest that had her nipples tightening. She was afraid to move, not because of what was going on around them, but because of the desire that was invading her pussy, aware his dick was pressed against her belly.

She silently prayed the fight would end before she forgot that he hated her and wiggled back against the rigid length that she felt behind his jeans.

“If Knox doesn’t get here to get this under control, I’m going to my truck for my shotgun,” Greer muttered.

Holly ran her hand soothingly across his chest. “He’s here.” She peeked out from under his arm to see Knox pulling the men apart and tossing them at his deputies one at a time.

“Break it up! Break it up, or I’m going to arrest every damn one of you!” Knox bellowed, sending the participants running.

Her eyes widened in sympathy at the man floundering on the ground.