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"I've got three little sisters who torture me just because they can," he mutters. "Do you think I need a goddamn hellcat to stress me the fuck out all day, every day too? Hell no, I wasn't looking at her ass. I do not need another woman in my life giving me shit to worry about."
"Well, damn. Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
He grunts and then mumbles an apology, though I'm guessing it's not aimed at me since he tacks asweetheartonto the end, trying to be all smooth and shit. My gaze drifts around baggage claim, my eyes peeled for anyone with a badge who can help a brother out before Bella Sterling dashes off to God only knows where.
My gaze lands on a goddess instead, and my legs stop working. My feet just fucking forget how to move. I trip forward two steps, damn near landing on my face in the middle of a conveyor belt. I catch myself at the last second, not taking my eyes off the brunette beauty.
There are curves, and then there's this girl. She's soft and round in all the right places. Every inch of her screams sex, from her pouty lips to her thick thighs. Even though her hair is piled up on top of her head, little ringlets hang free around her heart-shaped face, framing it. Her pink cheeks and pouty lips make my cock throb. Not even her oversized hoodie hides how her tits bounce with every step she takes. Her leggings cling to her legs, molding to every inch of those thighs.
"What'd you say she's wearing again?" I growl to Callum, eating up the sight of this girl like a fucking blind man seeing color for the first time. Goddamn, she's pretty.
"White hoodie, hot pink leggings," my cousin mutters.
This pretty little thing is Bella Sterling?
"I take back everything I said yesterday."
She's hauling ass across baggage claim like the hounds of hell nip at her heels, casting furtive glances over her shoulder as if she fully expects to see them appear out of the crowd at any moment. I shift my gaze over her shoulder, trying to pinpoint a specific threat, but I don't see anyone out of place. I figure that means she's running from Callum.
Fuck, I think I love her already. I'd run from his crabby ass too.
"About what? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Never mind. I found our girl. Meet us at baggage claim." I hang up on him before he can ask me any questions and shove my phone into my pocket. Even though she's running as fast as her short legs will carry her, I cut across the two aisles between us, strategically placing myself between her and the doors.
She's so busy looking over her shoulder that she plows right into me.
"Oh!" she cries.
I grab her before she bounces off and lands on her sexy ass on the floor.
"Careful, Mischief," I rumble, biting back a groan as my hands sink into her soft curves. Fuck me running. Either I've been a very good boy, indeed, or I'm going straight to hell in a handbasket because Bella Sterling is the sweetest ride I've ever had my hands on. And I'm pretty goddamn sure the one place I'm not supposed to have said hands is on her perfect little body.
Mac Sterling is going to kill me.
But oh, what a way to go.
Chapter Two
Bella
EitherTexansarebuiltdifferent, or I hopped on a plane headed straight to hell. Because I just escaped one giant. And now I've got another one staring at me with a smile that's all pirate. And unlike the other giant, this one doesn't annoy me on sight. He is…wow.
Dark brown hair sweeps across his forehead, overly long and a little unkempt, not as if he's been running his hands through it, but more like he's had it smashed down inside a helmet for a while. There's steel in his gray eyes and a bump on his nose that matches. It's been broken at least once before. But it doesn't detract from how freaking hot he is. If anything, it gives him a wicked, sexy vibe, especially paired with those killer dimples.
I'm not a small girl, but his hands nearly touch where they're wrapped around me. And I've got my head craned all the way back to meet his gaze. He doesn't tower over me. He dwarfs me like the earth swallowing the moon's shadow. He's by far the biggest man I've ever met. And my uncle used to play football professionally, so I've seen big men before now.
I don't even have to ask to know that he's related to the other giant, Callum. I'm guessing that makes him Cormac Carmichael, the man I've been fobbed off on for the foreseeable future. It's a pity, really. Because this man is five-alarm fire hot, and he's doing crazy things to my body. My skin tingles like it's waking up for the very first time, and my stomach flutters and spins.
But I am so not sleeping with the enemy.
And he may not know it yet, but he is the enemy. My dad justdecidedI should come here without even giving me a say, and this man willingly agreed. No one asked my opinion. They chose for me. And I've never much cared for following along obediently.
I bet this is how the Fresh Prince felt. Only…this is probably worse than that. Because at least he had family in Bel-Air. I know no one in Texas, and I'm not running from a fight. I'm hiding from the cowards who murdered my boss in cold blood.
I just want to go home to my twin, Isla, and my life. I want to be there when they catch the men who murdered Bellamy. Is that so wrong? I liked my boss. Despite what everyone says about him, they're wrong. He was a good, honest man. He wasn't involved in drugs and didn't deserve what happened to him. But I can't do anything about it from Texas.
"My name isn't Mischief," I growl, narrowing my eyes at Cormac. "It's not baby, sweetheart, or baby girl, either. It's Bella."
