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Authors: C.L. Riley
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Sally? Couldn’t he have at least come up with something more modern? The only Sally I’d ever known was my third grade, classmate’s pet pony.
Too bad we couldn’t do a reality TV show. Move over Kardashian Clan!
I realized just how ridiculous my line of thinking was when I heard voices raised outside our door.
This lifestyle was dangerous and unpredictable. Something I’d be wise to remember. There was a fire-fiend ready to burn down our town, a biker war brewing, and earlier we’d fished a body from the river. We were on lockdown, for God’s sake. I needed to get a grip and keep my mind focused on surviving.
“Boone! Get your ass out here!” A fist thudded against the door. “Now! You motherfucker!”
I backed against the wall, my heart stampeding, and all thoughts of my scheming replaced with adrenaline-laced alarm.
Bursting from the bathroom, with a towel slung around his hips, Boone looked like a rampaging warrior. His long hair, wet and loose, streamed over his shoulders. It took me a second to notice the gun in his hand.
“Who is it?” I hissed.
Instead of answering, he pulled on his jeans and stomped to the door.
“You need to back the fuck off, man!” someone shouted from the hallway. “You are way out of line.”
“No, he needs to get that bitch out of here! He’s out of line!”
Oh no. They’re talking about me.
Boone shoved the pistol in the back of his jeans and flung the door open. Everything became a blur of fists as he pounded the man who’d dared insult me.
I couldn’t make out who it was, but considering Boone was using his hands and not the gun told me this wasn’t an actual enemy or even a real threat. I recognized Bones, Grinch, and Leg as they struggled to separate the men.
With professional precision, Boone landed an uppercut that connected with his attacker’s jaw. The man tumbled back, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. I realized then, it was Crusher. He’d been hanging out with Twila earlier. It served him right.
“What the fuck was that about?” Boone demanded. His fists remained clenched.
Grinch answered first. “We tried to stop him. He started drinking Tequila again. You know what happens…”
“I don’t give a fuck. He’s not supposed to touch that shit,” Boone cut him off. “And why the hell was he insulting my girl?”
His girl?
As furious as I was over his betrayal, those two words still did funny things to me. He sounded so sincere. It wasn’t a stretch to think of him as my man . For the past two weeks, he’d been that and so much more. My protector, my friend, my lover…my everything.
Being with Conner Mills after him wouldn’t be easy, more like impossible, if the way I felt now was any indication. Boone had ruined me for anyone else.
Having someone with his sexual prowess as my first lover, made the idea of anyone else pale in comparison. There truly was no comparison when it came to Boone; and the reality was, I couldn’t think of anything more repulsive than my fiancé trying to please me with his practiced and predictable lead-ins to the sex we’d never actually had.
Conner had put considerable effort into wooing me, but I’d never once been tempted to falter from my no-sex-until-marriage commitment. Unlike other women, I remained immune to his charms. Even before my memory loss, I’d wanted Boone and had fantasized about him as my first.
The men continued to argue, offering a reprieve from my unsettling thoughts. I had way too many questions, and I didn’t want to deal with the answers.
After a few agonizing minutes, writhing on the floor, Crusher clamored to his feet and apologized to Boone, who accepted his handshake. Once the men were finally gone, Boone shut the door, his attention drawn to me.
I was still huddled in the corner like a tiny field mouse facing a feral cat.
“Come here, babe.” He opened his arms.
Without hesitation, I rushed into his embrace, breathing in his masculine scent. He smelled
Too bad we couldn’t do a reality TV show. Move over Kardashian Clan!
I realized just how ridiculous my line of thinking was when I heard voices raised outside our door.
This lifestyle was dangerous and unpredictable. Something I’d be wise to remember. There was a fire-fiend ready to burn down our town, a biker war brewing, and earlier we’d fished a body from the river. We were on lockdown, for God’s sake. I needed to get a grip and keep my mind focused on surviving.
“Boone! Get your ass out here!” A fist thudded against the door. “Now! You motherfucker!”
I backed against the wall, my heart stampeding, and all thoughts of my scheming replaced with adrenaline-laced alarm.
Bursting from the bathroom, with a towel slung around his hips, Boone looked like a rampaging warrior. His long hair, wet and loose, streamed over his shoulders. It took me a second to notice the gun in his hand.
“Who is it?” I hissed.
Instead of answering, he pulled on his jeans and stomped to the door.
“You need to back the fuck off, man!” someone shouted from the hallway. “You are way out of line.”
“No, he needs to get that bitch out of here! He’s out of line!”
Oh no. They’re talking about me.
Boone shoved the pistol in the back of his jeans and flung the door open. Everything became a blur of fists as he pounded the man who’d dared insult me.
I couldn’t make out who it was, but considering Boone was using his hands and not the gun told me this wasn’t an actual enemy or even a real threat. I recognized Bones, Grinch, and Leg as they struggled to separate the men.
With professional precision, Boone landed an uppercut that connected with his attacker’s jaw. The man tumbled back, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. I realized then, it was Crusher. He’d been hanging out with Twila earlier. It served him right.
“What the fuck was that about?” Boone demanded. His fists remained clenched.
Grinch answered first. “We tried to stop him. He started drinking Tequila again. You know what happens…”
“I don’t give a fuck. He’s not supposed to touch that shit,” Boone cut him off. “And why the hell was he insulting my girl?”
His girl?
As furious as I was over his betrayal, those two words still did funny things to me. He sounded so sincere. It wasn’t a stretch to think of him as my man . For the past two weeks, he’d been that and so much more. My protector, my friend, my lover…my everything.
Being with Conner Mills after him wouldn’t be easy, more like impossible, if the way I felt now was any indication. Boone had ruined me for anyone else.
Having someone with his sexual prowess as my first lover, made the idea of anyone else pale in comparison. There truly was no comparison when it came to Boone; and the reality was, I couldn’t think of anything more repulsive than my fiancé trying to please me with his practiced and predictable lead-ins to the sex we’d never actually had.
Conner had put considerable effort into wooing me, but I’d never once been tempted to falter from my no-sex-until-marriage commitment. Unlike other women, I remained immune to his charms. Even before my memory loss, I’d wanted Boone and had fantasized about him as my first.
The men continued to argue, offering a reprieve from my unsettling thoughts. I had way too many questions, and I didn’t want to deal with the answers.
After a few agonizing minutes, writhing on the floor, Crusher clamored to his feet and apologized to Boone, who accepted his handshake. Once the men were finally gone, Boone shut the door, his attention drawn to me.
I was still huddled in the corner like a tiny field mouse facing a feral cat.
“Come here, babe.” He opened his arms.
Without hesitation, I rushed into his embrace, breathing in his masculine scent. He smelled
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