Sharp Shooter (Whitey Winn x Reader)

Dirty No-Good Brother

(Whitey Winn POV) 

It had been as peaceful as I could get after (Y/n) chased off those two pricks on horses. She was staying in The Le Belle Hotel across the street so I stared at the building, unable to sleep. I just couldn't get (Y/n) off of my damn mind. She was stuck in my head, her soft but sexy voice replaying itself. The only thing that snapped me out of my trance was seeing the door to the hotel open. I sat up to get a better look through the window before I realized who the person was. It was (Y/n) and she seemed to be in some kind of rush. She shouldn't be out this late due to the night being a dangerous time around her. I instantly got up, jogging over to her. 

"(Y/n)! What in the hell are you doing out here so late?!" I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. She was wearing her nightgown which made her seem innocent, unlike the girl I wad seen shooting men's fingers off. 

"I...uh... just needed some air..." she said, avoiding eye contact with me. I noticed, even in the dark, that there was a shadow on her cheek that was continuously there. I looked at her with concern written in my eyes. 

"Look at me." I ordered. She scoffed and ignored me, shaking her head slightly as she refused to look  me in the face. I grabbed her chin and made her face me, but I did so as gently as I could. She had a bruise on her cheek bone and her cheeks were tear stained as my eyes widened in shock.

"Who the hell did this?!" I said, shocked at how protective and concerned I was. She didn't answer, tears pricking her eyes as she shook her head. 

"Hey... Don't cry... I just wanna help ya... Please tell me who did this to you..." I said softly, not wanting to cause her anymore anxiety than she was already going through. 

"My brother... Richard... He ain't too friendly after too many drinks..." she whispered, wiping away a tear that escaped her eye. I couldn't help but pull her into a hug, smoothing her hair. She immediately broke in my arms, sobbing softly. I smoothed her hair and rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. 

"Hey... Do ya wanna stay at my place..? I don't want ya being around ya brother when he's drunk again, got it? Come find me anytime ya need and well spent the night together so I can make sure that bastard doesn't lay a finger on ya." I said, continuing to smooth her (h/c) hair. She looked up at me with doughy eyes, seemingly a different girl from the sharpshooter.

"Really?" she said, clearly shaken up a bit from everything that was happening. I nodded before pulling away from her and offering her my hand. 

"I'll lead the way if ya want me to." I said softly. She took my hand and we walked back to my place. When we got there, I suddenly realized that I only had one bed... (Y/n) examined my small house, looking around curiously. 

"I only have one bed, but ya can have it. I can sleep on the floor." I said as I took my hat and shirt off. She blushed when the cloth slithered off my shoulders and onto the floor. 

"I can sleep on the floor.. It's not my place to sleep in ya bed..." (Y/n) said and she tried to avoid eye contact with my shirtless form. I smirked and walked over to her, lifting her chin, our noses almost touching. 

"No.. Ya sleeping on the bed and I ain't wanna hear any complaining about it from ya." I said, smirking at her. She was turning a deep shade of red as I stayed close to her face. That's when she did something I didn't expect, but greatly wanted. She placed her hand on my bare chest before feeling my abs, seemingly fascinated by the strong muscles. She blushed and pulled her hand away when she realized what she was doing.

"I-I'm sorry..." (Y/n) whispered. She would have looked down if I wasn't still holding her chin up. I chuckled and pulled her body against my own, her chest squishing against my own. She blushed madly before I pulled away with a smirk so that I could make the bed for (Y/n). After making the bed, (Y/n) hopped onto the plush surface, cuddling up in the blankets. I went to grab a spare blanket from my main room, but I heard (Y/n)'s voice behind me.