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was messed up, no doubt, too damn cute, and by the looks of it, full of old people. But he’d never wanted to be anywhere more in his life.
What would Shay do if he rocked on up and knocked on the door? Would she welcome him in or turn him down again? Press those abundant curves against him and kiss him hello? His cock stirred. Shit, this wasn’t like him. He didn’t go back for seconds. He was a “hit it once and get the hell gone” kind of guy. He had to be. He didn’t need the complications in his life; he had enough of those already.
Their deadbeat, asshole of a father had seen to that. Then he’d disappeared. Hugh had tried to track him down, but the bastard was smoke. Either that, or someone had fitted him with a set of concrete shoes and taken him for a swim. The guy had never been smart, had made a lot of enemies, and the longer he stayed away, the more Hugh was convinced it was the latter.
He should probably feel bad, have some remorse. He didn’t feel shit. The debt the old man had dumped on Hugh and Joe had nearly sunk them both.
After the meet with Don, he should never have taken what Shay offered, not when he knew deep down staying away wouldn’t be easy—he gripped the steering wheel—and not with Al coming after them. Shit.
He couldn’t have her, but he couldn’t regret it, either. Fuck no. Shay had been the sweetest piece he’d ever had. So much more than he’d imagined, and since the night he’d seen her in that costume, looking sweet and sexy as all hell, he’d imagined. A lot.
The woman was a mystery. Talked like class, dressed up like Poison Ivy, and lived in a goddammed pink trailer.
He straightened in his seat when Shay’s door swung open, and the woman in question stepped out. Her hair was up in one of those messy buns, and she was wearing little pale-blue shorts and a tank that clung to her soft, round tits. Jesus. Was she wearing her PJs?
Christ, she was.
He wanted to go to her, pull her inside and peel those innocent-looking articles of clothing from her lush body and corrupt her every way he could think of.
She walked over to the trailer next to hers, calling something out before opening up without knocking. A few minutes later, she came out with a dog, one of those little rat-looking ones. She clipped on a lead and walked the rodent around a grassy area in the center of the park. The dog sniffed around, took a dump, then Shay picked it back up and went back to her neighbor’s. The door opened, and a frail old woman stood there, arms out for the dog. Shay helped her back inside and shut the door behind them.
Shay was sweet.
The kind of woman who would help an elderly neighbor. The kind who lived in a cute pink trailer and proudly had on display in her living room an entire shelf of ceramic fucking cats. She was not for him. She was naive. Enough that she’d take home a total stranger and trust him with her body. He’d gotten the feeling that was a first for her. She’d been all in, but she’d also been a little hesitant, a little shy. The type of women he usually slept with had the moves, knew what they wanted as much as he did. Shay had lacked skill, but she’d more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. That subtle innocence had been as sexy as hell. Shit, she was the best he’d ever had.
For some reason, he couldn’t drive away. Not until he’d seen her one more time. Thirty minutes passed before she came back out and headed to her own place.
Hugh watched her move, the way her tits and ass swayed as she walked, the way her soft red hair bounced.
“Shit.” He needed to stay away, but he was starting to think that was easier said than done.
Before he changed his mind, he started his truck and pulled out onto the road, cursing himself for being the fool he was the whole way home.
Chapter Six
Shay turned her back on the crowded bar and drew in a steadying breath.
Birthday drinks! How could she have forgotten what today was? She’d walked in to
What would Shay do if he rocked on up and knocked on the door? Would she welcome him in or turn him down again? Press those abundant curves against him and kiss him hello? His cock stirred. Shit, this wasn’t like him. He didn’t go back for seconds. He was a “hit it once and get the hell gone” kind of guy. He had to be. He didn’t need the complications in his life; he had enough of those already.
Their deadbeat, asshole of a father had seen to that. Then he’d disappeared. Hugh had tried to track him down, but the bastard was smoke. Either that, or someone had fitted him with a set of concrete shoes and taken him for a swim. The guy had never been smart, had made a lot of enemies, and the longer he stayed away, the more Hugh was convinced it was the latter.
He should probably feel bad, have some remorse. He didn’t feel shit. The debt the old man had dumped on Hugh and Joe had nearly sunk them both.
After the meet with Don, he should never have taken what Shay offered, not when he knew deep down staying away wouldn’t be easy—he gripped the steering wheel—and not with Al coming after them. Shit.
He couldn’t have her, but he couldn’t regret it, either. Fuck no. Shay had been the sweetest piece he’d ever had. So much more than he’d imagined, and since the night he’d seen her in that costume, looking sweet and sexy as all hell, he’d imagined. A lot.
The woman was a mystery. Talked like class, dressed up like Poison Ivy, and lived in a goddammed pink trailer.
He straightened in his seat when Shay’s door swung open, and the woman in question stepped out. Her hair was up in one of those messy buns, and she was wearing little pale-blue shorts and a tank that clung to her soft, round tits. Jesus. Was she wearing her PJs?
Christ, she was.
He wanted to go to her, pull her inside and peel those innocent-looking articles of clothing from her lush body and corrupt her every way he could think of.
She walked over to the trailer next to hers, calling something out before opening up without knocking. A few minutes later, she came out with a dog, one of those little rat-looking ones. She clipped on a lead and walked the rodent around a grassy area in the center of the park. The dog sniffed around, took a dump, then Shay picked it back up and went back to her neighbor’s. The door opened, and a frail old woman stood there, arms out for the dog. Shay helped her back inside and shut the door behind them.
Shay was sweet.
The kind of woman who would help an elderly neighbor. The kind who lived in a cute pink trailer and proudly had on display in her living room an entire shelf of ceramic fucking cats. She was not for him. She was naive. Enough that she’d take home a total stranger and trust him with her body. He’d gotten the feeling that was a first for her. She’d been all in, but she’d also been a little hesitant, a little shy. The type of women he usually slept with had the moves, knew what they wanted as much as he did. Shay had lacked skill, but she’d more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. That subtle innocence had been as sexy as hell. Shit, she was the best he’d ever had.
For some reason, he couldn’t drive away. Not until he’d seen her one more time. Thirty minutes passed before she came back out and headed to her own place.
Hugh watched her move, the way her tits and ass swayed as she walked, the way her soft red hair bounced.
“Shit.” He needed to stay away, but he was starting to think that was easier said than done.
Before he changed his mind, he started his truck and pulled out onto the road, cursing himself for being the fool he was the whole way home.
Chapter Six
Shay turned her back on the crowded bar and drew in a steadying breath.
Birthday drinks! How could she have forgotten what today was? She’d walked in to
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