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I knew I should have stayed away from her. I fucking knew it. And I still went back, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
I’m a damn fool.
Why couldn’t I have just left her alone? Trusted my instincts, like I usually do.
Because she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you know it.
Trees whiz by, a green blur out the window, dark storm clouds building on the horizon. The road gets bumpier, and I’m close to home.
Far away from town.
Far away from her.
Pain stabs me in the center of my chest, so sharp it steals my breath. I clutch the steering wheel and focus on the path I’ve driven so many times before it’s second nature. There’s no traffic, no one out here but me and mine. My muscles relax, and I suck in air, try to shut down my brain and keep moving.
Not think about her.
A fucking impossible task.
Those eyes dance in front of me, and I’m blinded. By the golden flecks, the sparkle of desire glinting there.
Beguiling.
I cut the wheel and turn down the gravel drive, dust clouds puffing up around the truck. Must have been dry here while I was gone.
Beau’s truck sits in the distance, parked close to the barn. I kill the engine and take a second to regroup, my mind still swirling from the fight with Juliet.
Let her go. It’s for the best.
But every heartbeat hurts. Actually fucking hurts.
I don’t know if I can do it again.
Let the thing between us die, wither on the vine like a rotting, shrunken grape. The world’s duller, blunted, without her in it.
Cutting my eyes to the empty passenger seat, I run my palm over the indent in the leather where she sat only a short while ago. Fingers tracing the soft outline of her ass, her familiar floral scent winding around me like a silk cloth. Then tightening around my neck like a noose until I can’t breathe. The familiar tingle behind my eyes, a hot prick I squash down immediately.
Get your shit together, King.
I’ve cried more tears than I’d like to admit over that girl.
No. I’ve got to move on, get over her.
But how can I do that when all I can think about is getting her under me, her chest flushing a pretty shade of pink as she gazes up through those dark lashes? Her lips slightly open, a breathy exhale begging me to come in.
To fuck her and make her mine.
All the blood in my body rushes south, and I have a giant hard-on, a fucking weird response to the crushing sadness sitting like a lead pipe across my chest. I shift in the seat, adjusting my jeans, but there’s no getting comfortable.
I close my eyes and count to ten, real slow, trying to calm myself. I need to go in and relieve Beau, but all I can think about is relieving myself. Putting my dick out of his throbbing misery.
Tap, tap, tap.
I jump off the seat, eyes flying open, heart pounding.
“You okay, boss?” Beau mouths through the closed truck window, his shaggy hair sticking out of his backward baseball cap.
So much for dick relief. Guess I’m going to have to try to adjust myself and get straight to work instead.
