Rogue Stud

by Kasey Krane

  Rogue Stud

  Big Rock Ranch #1

  Kasey Krane

  Copyright © 2021 by Kasey Krane

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Keira

  2. Everett

  3. Keira

  4. Everett

  5. Keira

  6. Everett

  7. Keira

  8. Everett

  9. Keira

  10. Everett

  11. Keira

  12. Everett

  13. Keira

  14. Everett

  15. Keira

  16. Everett

  17. Keira

  18. Everett

  19. Keira

  20. Everett

  21. Keira

  22. Everett

  23. Keira

  24. Everett

  25. Keira

  26. Everett

  27. Keira

  28. Everett

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  Prologue

  Everett

  I was standing too close to the pool and I only saw a flash of a skimpily clad body run past and jump into the pool before water splashed on me. Everyone around me, who had been splashed also, was too drunk to care. I chuckled as well, wiping water off my forehead and shaking my head to allow water to drip off my hair. I turned to look at the girl who bobbed up in the water, making eyes at me. She wanted to be noticed, and it looked like she particularly wanted to be noticed by me.

  I grinned at her as she waded through the water in my direction.

  “Can I get a sip of that?” she asked in a husky voice, propping her elbows on the edge of the pool. I had a shot of tequila in my hand and I passed it to her. She chugged it down in one quick gulp and I noticed how her golden skin shone like tequila too.

  “Nice party,” she continued, smiling wide at me.

  I had no idea who she was. The fact was, I didn’t know most of the people here. I usually just had to tell a couple of people to come over and word spread around Austin like wildfire. Everyone knew what a house party at Everett Baker’s place meant. They’d be in for a wild night.

  I’d gotten used to the idea of going to sleep with the sound of loud thumping music somewhere in the house and waking up to sleeping bodies around me. And as long as I invited people over to my place, I could still go to sleep in the comfort of my own bed, wake up and take a shower in my own bathroom, and change into my own fresh clothes.

  I had housekeepers who cleaned up the mess the next day, cooked breakfast for everyone who stayed over and then made preparations for the next party. In the past few months, there hadn’t been a single day or night when there weren’t people hanging around my house at every waking and sleeping moment. I didn’t think about it. This was my life and I wanted it to stay this way.

  I had the money, and I had the time; what else was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like Dad wanted me or my brothers to chip in with the family business. It was all taken care of. Big Rock Ranch was one of the largest farming companies in Texas and had been for over decades. My grandfather had done all the hard work when he first started off, and he did it so the rest of us could have the standard of life he never did.

  It’d be disrespectful to his memory if we didn’t live it up, right? He would have wanted us to.

  “You seem like the kind of guy who just wants everyone to have fun,” the girl continued, handing the shot glass back to me.

  “Yep, that’s what I’m all about,” I replied, admiring the way I noticed her firm nipples through the thin material of her bikini top.

  I’d already made my decision. This was the chick I’d fuck tonight and it looked like she had the same idea.

  I lounged on a deckchair by the pool while the girl with the golden skin lay next to me, our legs entwined while her tongue was in my mouth. She’d already unbuttoned my white cotton shirt, running her long pointy nails all over my chest. She tasted like my tequila and my hands were on her big bubble ass.

  The music thumping inside the house made it difficult for us to talk and that was exactly the way I liked it. I wanted my cock in her and I wasn’t interested in what she had to say. We both knew what we wanted.

  My phone vibrated in the pocket of my khaki chinos and I pulled it out to see the family lawyer’s name flashing on my screen.

  I cursed under my breath, not knowing why he’d call me and especially at this time of the night. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d called this phone. I had no business with him.

  “I have to take this,” I grumbled, pulling away from the girl whose bikini top I was about to take off. It didn’t seem like she gave a shit about who saw her getting naked with me.

  “Yeah?” I growled into the phone, walking back to the edge of the pool.

  More people had jumped into the water by now and they splashed about, floating, making out, drinking…this phone call interrupted all that for me, taking me back to the real world where I didn’t belong.

  “Everett, where are you?” Michael asked. It was none of his business, but it sounded like he was going to burst a vein, so I answered.

  “At home, why? What do you want?”

  “Everett, I have some bad news and I’m very sorry to have to make this phone call, but I wanted to do it personally. You know…your father and I…we’ve been friends for many years.”

  This guy wasn’t making any sense to me. I felt the tequila starting to take effect and I wondered if I was hearing things. Hallucinating.

  “Yeah, okay, that’s great,” I mumbled. I threw a look over my shoulder at the nearly-naked bombshell on the deck chair who was waiting patiently for me to return.

  “He…they…both your parents…they were in an accident. They’re not with us anymore, Everett.”

  I laughed out loud because it sounded like a bullshit joke.

  “My parents are fine. They’re on their way back to the country from Paris.”

  “They’re not. They were, but the aircraft crashed. They’re both…dead.”

  There was silence on the other end for a few moments. He waited for me to say something but every word in my vocabulary escaped me. It was like an electric jolt had run through me and I flung my phone far from me. It went flying through the air then plopped right in the other end of the pool. The people who’d been splashing each other cheered drunkenly when it landed in the water.

  It had to be some crazy trip. I was high. What did I take before I started drinking tonight?

  This couldn’t be real, because if it was, I was in fuckin’ hell.

  They couldn’t be dead because I’d spoken to Dad just a few hours ago. They were in Paris and about to board the private jet that would bring them back to Austin overnight. He reminded me to turn up for family brunch the next day because Mom had planned it for weeks.

  It wasn’t very often that we were all going to be in Austin together at the same time. Dad was constantly traveling for work, Mom was busy with the charitable organizations she worked with, my brothers and I rarely saw each other because we each had our lives to live the best way we knew how.

  And now…it was over.

  If Michael was telling the truth, there wasn’t going to be a family brunch. There’d never be a family brunch again because it was Mom and Dad who’d kept it together for the rest of us.

  My brothers and I had been close growing up, but over the last several years we had drifted ap
art.

  My first instinct was to fish the phone out of the pool and call my dad. I wanted to speak to him and tell him about the crazy shit Michael Cox had just spewed on me. But I couldn’t call him. I’d never be able to call him, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to make my peace with that.

  I was aware of the image I presented. People looked at me as a filthy rich entitled brat who made it his business to get drunk and throw epic parties. But they didn’t know who I was when I was around my father. I looked up to him. My mother kept me grounded. They were the only two people I could completely be myself with—and I kept that part hidden from everyone else who knew me.

  Secretly, in my most private moments, I was a homebody. A family man. And if my parents were dead, I didn’t know how to be myself anymore.

  “What was that about?” A female voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to face the golden girl with my shoulders heaving. I was angry, confused, lost and fuckin’ exhausted. All at the same time.

  I should’ve called my brothers. I should’ve spoken to somebody. A familiar voice. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to talk about my parents tonight. I just wanted a few more hours of imagining they were still alive. That they were on their way home from Paris.

  I grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her back into the house while she giggled and skipped with every step. I’d take her right up to one of my bedrooms and I’d fuck her until I forgot about everything else.

  One

  Keira

  I stood outside Sean’s apartment door for a few extra moments, just to compose myself. I knew he didn’t like seeing me like this—broken up and worried about him. He wanted me to be happy, he wanted me to be fulfilled with my life; I knew that. But I was busy and stressed at work, I was constantly worried and anxious about him, I never had any time to myself to unwind or catch up on sleep. I was running on fumes and I didn’t want him to find out.

  I took my compact mirror out of my purse and gave myself a quick once-over. My eyes looked bleary, almost bloodshot, and I knew the reason for that. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten more than four hours of sleep at night. My cheeks looked sunken and the shine was missing from my face.

  I knew Sean would notice it all and I had to be prepared to prove him wrong.

  Pasting a big smile on my face, I rapped on his door.

  I heard the smooth swish of the wheels turning on the other side. Sean fumbled with the door for a few seconds and then he pulled the long bar that made it easier for him to get the door open. I’d already kitted the apartment out with all the equipment and measures he’d need to make his way around in his wheelchair. It was the only way I’d let him live by himself.

  My brother sat in his wheelchair on the other side of the door, his face shining bright.

  “Hello Sis, I’m making sandwiches, follow me.”

  My heart warmed the moment I stepped into his apartment. I wanted to hold him, hug him, cover his face with kisses and tell him exactly how precious he was to me. How much I loved him—but I knew he abhorred all that. He considered himself all grown up now that he’d started college a few months ago. He didn’t want me smothering him with my love and affection.

  We chattered as I followed him to the kitchen, and I watched him prepare the sandwiches for us. I made sure not to offer him any help because he hated that. I knew he was able to handle himself. He lived by himself. He was very good at knowing his own boundaries and taking care of his needs…but was it really such a crime to worry for him? To want him to be safe and comfortable?

  I was his big sister. The only family he’d ever had. He was the center of my world and had been since he was born.

  “This is delicious, Sean!” I exclaimed when I took a bite of the sandwich.

  He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

  “You’re only saying that because you’re my sister and you have no choice but to eat it,” he chuckled.

  We sat together at the tiny table in his small kitchen. I looked around the space, trying to assess if he was actually comfortable here. I had a decent job now, I knew I could afford a better place for him, but he wanted to live like a ‘normal’ college student.

  “Are you sure you have enough room here?” I asked.

  “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I? I live by myself. I don’t need any more room than this.”

  After the accident, Sean always wanted to be treated like he was before. He would always tell me how was the exact same person, just with a new set of wheels.

  When he wanted to live on his own for his Junior year of college, I was adamantly against it. He had been living with me for the first two years of school, why couldn’t he stay with me for the last two? We’d gone through months and months of arguments and conversations before we arrived at an agreement. I never wanted him living by himself; I was prepared to have him live with me for the rest of our lives. He was my responsibility and that was exactly how I wanted it to stay. But Sean wanted his freedom, more than that—he wanted me to have mine.

  “And you’re doing fine at school?”

  “Did you come over here so you could grill me?” he asked, a little defensively.

  “You know, Sean…I’m just worried about you.”

  I slipped up. I shouldn’t have said that. Sean hated to hear I worried about him.

  “What are you worried about, Keira?” he snapped at me.

  “How can you blame me for being concerned?”

  “Because there is nothing for you to be concerned about.”

  “Sean, you have never lived on your own. What if something happened and you?”

  “Nothing is going to happen to me Keira, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

  Sean wheeled away. I gave him a few moments to himself before following him into the living area. He messed about with his music system. I knew in a few moments the apartment would be filled with blasting music that’d drown out my voice. He didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.

  “Do you want me to leave? I didn’t come here to upset you, Sean,” I said.

  I stood there, watching him as he kept his back turned to me.

  “I just want to have a shot at leading a normal life, is that too much to ask?”

  I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t turn to look at me and that was my sign—I knew I had to leave because he didn’t want me here and he didn’t want to talk about it. My little brother grew up.

  “I’m sorry, Sean, I’m sorry if I messed up and upset you. I’ll go now, I have to get back to work. I just…want you to know that you can call me or text me if you need anything.”

  He didn’t reply so I made my way to the door. These days I was losing myself, even around Sean. He was evolving as a person and I knew less and less how to deal with him. At just thirty, it felt like I was a mother to a full grown teenager, and in a lot of ways, I was the only mother he’d ever known.

  “I love you, Sis,” he called out to me when I was at the door.

  Despite everything, I knew he meant it.

  I made up my face in the car before walking back into the office.

  Nobody I worked with would’ve recognized me at Sean’s place.

  I had to make sure my makeup was perfect, my hair was neat and effective and my clothes were all in good shape. The job I had required me to create a certain persona and I did it very well. The person I was when I was with Sean wasn’t the same woman who worked at this office.

  “Ms. Cunningham, your four o’ clock has been cancelled.” My assistant, Alisha, came running up to me while I walked across the marble lobby. My heels clicked on the cold stone floor and I took every step with confidence.

  “Good, it means I can have the meeting with the Haversacks instead. Set it up,” I said. Alisha followed me with her file in hand and we walked into the elevator together.

  I wished I was alone so I could be with my thoughts. I was still thinking about Sean and all the ways in which I
could fix our relationship. It felt like there were too many forces pulling us apart and I wanted to cling to him with my very last breath. He was all I had, but I wasn’t the center of his world anymore.

  “Everything okay with your brother?” Alisha asked, almost nervously.

  It wasn’t like we were close, and neither had she ever asked about my brother before. She was just trying to break up the awkward silence between us in the escalator. But it was the wrong question, at the wrong time.

  I glared at her for a hard second, and the elevator doors pinged open just then. Alisha looked like she was about to have a heart attack under my heavy glare. She knew she’d made the wrong decision by saying those words.

  I took a step out, but stopped and turned back to her. She was still standing in there, clutching her file close to her body like she was holding up a defensive shield.

  “Never ask me about my personal life again,” I hissed.

  Two

  Everett

  Michael Cox had left several messages on my phone in the past two days and he’d even sent me some emails—all reminding me that he’d called for an important family meeting at our parents’ home because he had a few important things to discuss with me and my brothers.

  The reason why I hadn’t actually spoken to him was because I refused to answer his phone calls. I wanted to continue living in this bubble I’d built for myself since he’d informed me about my parents dying. I hadn’t even answered the phone when my brothers tried to call.