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I’m laughing with my brothers as they swivel the cannon and make another pass, blasting them before those weak little things can make it to us.
I look back at Benson’s Mom, realizing not all the paintballs missed us as I drive like a hellion back toward our corner. There’s a yellow splatter on her shoulder, and her eyes are wide as she gawks at me, her hair whipping wildly in the wind.
She’s clutching her arm underneath where she took the hit. No doubt that’ll bruise. But battle wounds just mean you’ve seen the real town. And raised a little hell.
“Welcome to Tomahawk!” I shout, pausing for my brothers to howl again. “Home of the Wild Ones!”
Epilogue
Wild Ones Tip #3
You can’t tame a Wild One. You just have to go wild.
One week later…
LILAH
Benson’s body moves over mine as he pulls my leg up, getting a better angle as my back arches off the bed. He drives into me over and over, and I claw at his shoulders, panting for air as he picks up the rhythm.
I’m moaning when we hear the loud sirens howling in the distance. Benson doesn’t stop, and I try to ignore the sound.
He comes down on top of me, his mouth sealing over mine, and the swirl of his hips is what does it to me in the end. I cry out, breaking the kiss, and Benson follows right behind me, shuddering as he groans into the crook of my neck.
Still on a high, I hear the sirens wailing relentlessly.
“We have to go,” I say, almost breathless.
“What? Why?”
“Sirens.”
He curses as he pulls out of me, and I rush to the bathroom to clean up. He’s already stabbing his legs into his pants when I come back out.
“I’ve heard those sirens a total of twenty times since I’ve lived here and never had to go to one of those meetings before,” he grumbles, and I grin as I quickly dress, pulling my hair up too.
“You were never with one of the four corners before. Something tells me this is about you.”
“Me?” he asks, his face paling as he hurriedly pulls on a shirt. “Why me?”
“It was your boat that hit the Malones last week.”
“You stole the boat! With my mother onboard! Now, despite the fact she was bruised and slightly terrified, she can’t wait to come back. She’s coming two more times this year. We may even do Christmas here, for fuck’s sake, if they can get someone to chopper them in.”
His mom totally thinks I’m awesome. I’d fist bump myself if it wouldn’t be weird.
My smile only grows, and he follows me down the stairs, both of us rushing toward the dock. I hop down to the boat first, taking the helm.
He lifts me out of the driver’s seat—expectedly—and deposits me to the seat next to him as he cranks the boat and gasses us toward town. I stand and move behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck as my lips trail up the soft beard that he keeps tamed.
“I love you,” I tell him, sounding all sweet and stuff.
“You’re still not driving my boat ever again.”
Yeah, he hides the keys these days.
“But you love me too,” I remind him.
I feel his smile. “Yeah. I do.” But as he parks the boat near one of the town docks, he turns to roll his eyes at me. “You’re still not driving my boat.”
I mock a pout, and he bends, kissing my lips as his fingers thread through my hair. The boat bumps the dock, reminding us to tie off.
We each tie off an end, and I haul myself onto the shorter dock with ease. Ours have to be higher than the town limits, because of flooding issues.
Our fingers lace together as we walk toward the town hall where the skull-and-crossbones flag is flying high, something you rarely ever see unless there’s an emergency.
Just as we walk in, Benson’s breath rushes out. He looks around as if in awe.
“What?” I ask, tugging him toward our section.
His feet hesitate before he finally starts moving, his eyes still shifting around the room.
“I’ve never seen so many in one place before.”
I laugh under my breath. “Because the Wild Ones aren’t allowed to be together in one place unless there are special circumstances or sanctioned events. But when those sirens sound and that flag flies…you don’t resist the call of the wild.”
I wink, and he rolls his eyes, getting over his momentary awe state as we take a seat in my section.
Vick, our poor, lone officer, stands behind the podium, banging the gavel to get our attention.
“I’ll keep this brief,” he says as my brothers quickly join us, sitting down beside me, “since you all can’t be together too long without mayhem quickly following. The troopers are coming into town in a few weeks.”
