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He was a man with limited mobility and strength the last time I was with him. Now he’s a strong man with no restrictions, and my mind is in a fog as he tries to take what he wants.
Which is apparently me.
The kiss is a mix of desperate and angry, and I grind against him again as our lips break apart, both of us panting as he starts kissing his way down my neck. My eyes roll shut, as I grip onto his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he says against my neck.
My eyes pop open, and I shove at his chest. He’s half dazed when I jerk my leg down, trying to remember where we are and who we are.
“Can’t fish on Sunday,” I groan.
“What?” he asks, confused.
I narrow my eyes and point my finger. “You can’t just kiss me until I’m too stupid to realize why this can’t work. It’s like fishing on Sunday. You always want to fish on Sunday, but you’re not supposed to.”
“Why can’t it work?” he asks, that lazy smile of his doing incredible things to my angry vagina, as he completely bypasses the fish on Sunday remark.
My vagina is angry because I’m denying it right now, by the way.
And…fish and my vagina shall never again be in the same sentence.
“Because you live in—”
“Tomahawk,” he interrupts, smirking as his eyes sparkle with humor. “Sold my place in LA. The only home I own is back that way,” he says, gesturing behind me with his head.
“But you’re going to—”
“Stay in Tomahawk, land of the mostly beardless ex beards and Wild Ones,” he says, interrupting me again.
I’m flushed and flustered and…what’s another f-word? No, not that f-word.
Because I’m not that. Well, I guess I could be that, in a different sense than the fun version.
“You’re telling me you came all the way to Tomahawk because I sucked your dick? It couldn’t have been that good,” I say, trying to come up with anything to lighten this moment.
His grin spreads. “Yeah. I left my life in LA, bought a home in the craziest town in the U.S., just because you give excellent head.”
A loud yelp pierces the air, and we both whirl around as Hale Vincent lifts off the ground, hovering on his hands and knees as a pained sound escapes him.
“I’m good,” he says through strain.
Our gazes bounce up to the roof where Benson and Killian give us an awkward wave.
“Fucking really?” I groan.
Benson shoves at Killian, who laughs as he hops off the roof, landing in a crouch beside Hale. Benson lands beside him, and they both help Hale to his feet as they walk off.
My gaze returns to Liam, who is grinning at me.
“Why?” I ask, mostly because I can’t help myself. “You don’t even know me.”
He steps closer, tipping my head back by my chin. “I tried to live my life for eight months after you left. I didn’t want to go out with my fake friends. I didn’t want to talk to my shitty family. I didn’t want to date girls who weren’t you. For eight solid months, I moped around aimlessly. The only people who bothered to call or stop by were just doing so to borrow something or ask for a favor. On the ninth month, I called a realtor to sell my house. On the tenth month, I started looking at other homes to buy. Nothing felt right until I looked at Tomahawk.”
He blows out a breath, and my eyes flutter shut when he brushes his lips over mine. He pulls back just barely before whispering to me.
“I’m going to know you better than anyone ever has. I never forgot you, Kylie Malone. I tried so fucking hard, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. And now I’m done trying.”
He backs away, and my breath comes out shakily as I watch him smirk at me.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” I tell him on a sigh.
“I do, actually. I’m going to prove to you that I’m not going anywhere, and I’m going to tame a Wild One,” he adds, the last part said jokingly, even if it is totally cheesy.
“You don’t tame a Wild One,” Hale says loudly, then grunts like he just got hit.
Both of us look over to where the bushes are shaking. I roll my eyes.
Hale stands, and Killian shakes his head. “You can’t tame a Wild One,” Hale says again to Liam, grinning. “You just go wild.”
To this, Liam waggles his eyebrows at me.
I walk away, gun still on my shoulder by some miracle, and move alongside the lake.
How the hell am I going to keep my family from killing Liam when they find out the beardless city boy getting all the single lady attention is here for me?
