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RIGGS
Istand dumbfounded.
Maybe you need to fuck the brat right out of me then.
Her words replay in my head.
What the fuck.
I mean, honestly, that’s all I have thought about. Claiming her and loving her as my own, tracing her skin with my fingertips so I know every mark, every bump and lump, every scratch or scar and down to all of her imperfections. I want to know everything about her. I want to know what her skin feels like beneath my palm, the way her moans fill the room as pleasure takes over, the way her body moves and writhes beneath me. I want to see the glassiness in her eyes, the hollows of her cheeks, the way her pretty fucking lips look when they’re locked around me. I want to see and feel everything about her when it comes to Aspen Warren.
I hate the fact that she is going out with Conrad tonight and I am even more pissed that she has agreed to go out with that cunt Clay.
He is no good, we know he is no good, yet dumb and dumber thought it would be a brilliant idea to use Aspen as bait. He isn’t stupid. He will know who she is. She can’t lie for shit and it’ll take one slip up for him to realise that.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I groan. I’m so goddamn tired. My days are long and my nights are lonely, except for tonight. Tonight we’re going down to the Old Dusty Boot and Aspen is on her date with Conrad. I feel my blood boil beneath my skin.
Fucking Conrad.
I’m not a possessive guy, well, with any other girl I’m not, but when it comes to Aspen I am as possessive as they get. In my head she has always been mine, even after the shit storm that was prom and Pacey taking what I vowed to take and cherish, Aspen was always meant to be mine. I think that’s what gutted me the most about that night. I wanted to be her first and her last. I hated that we didn’t get to be like that, so instead we ran her out of town because if I couldn’t have her, no one could.
Pacey still pines over her now, but we both know she doesn’t feel the same. Heck, I don’t even know. Aspen is a complex woman, but fuck, she was so goddamn perfect that it hurt to not be able to have her. I hated that she met that idiot back in LA, hated that she was transformed into this sixties stepford wife who stayed home and tended to the house and cooked his fucking meals. When Blue explained her life with him, I thought she was lying, I thought she was telling me this shit to soften the blow that Aspen left and never came back for me. My dad told me to let her go, spread her fucking wings and follow her dreams. But all she ended up getting was the life that my dad feared for her if she stayed with me. She never became a professional show jumper, she didn’t make anything of herself except being the fucking arm candy to that prick. She was a shadow of herself when she showed up back in December. She wasn’t the fiery, loving, shoot-for-the-fucking-stars Aspen that we all knew and loved. Everything that she once was disappeared from the moment she left Lovelock Bay, but watching as she transforms back into the girl that left all those years ago is like a fucking dream come true.My dream come true.
Showered and dressed, I lift my hat from the back of my door and place it on my head. I trudge down to the bunkhouse and smile when I hear the music playing and the boys singing along.
Opening the door, I smile when I see they’re all sitting round the table, Rex is cooking whilst Tyler sings and plays the guitar. The rest of the guys are either drinking beer and listening or drinking beer and playing cards.
“Hey, just checking in,” I lift my hat off my head as I take a step further into the bunkhouse.
“Night boss,” one of the young lads calls out and I chuckle.
“It’s Riggs,” I remind him, like I always do. “Don’t drink too much, early start tomorrow,” I throw them a knowing look then close the door on them when I hear the commotion of them moaning and groaning but they’re in good spirits.
Walking back down towards my truck, I unlock it and climb in as I wait for Tripp and Pacey. It’s always me that drives. I don’t like to drink much, the odd beer here and there or a couple of glasses of whiskey to keep me warm on the cold, winter nights, but I prefer to be in control of myself than be led by poison pumping through my veins, no control over my actions.
Moments pass and I am still waiting for Tripp and Pacey. I push down on the horn just long enough for my dad to come barrelling down the driveway.
“Riggs!” he shouts and I chuckle, “pack it in!”
“Alright, alright,” I shout out the window and lift my hands from the horn. My dad throws his hand up in the air and shakes his head from side to side.
“Damn, I swear my life would be easier if I had three girls,” and I laugh louder now.
“And a damn sight more expensive.” I honk on the horn again and he flips me off.
Pacey and Tripp finally grace me with their presence, and I roll my eyes in annoyance.
“What took you so long?”
“We wanted to make you wait,” Tripp beams and gives me a slap on the back as he sits beside me, Pacey clambering in the back of the truck.
“Come on, we’re going to be late,” I groan as I push into drive and pull away, the sound of the tires crunching over the drive as I head towards the Boot.
As always, our local is thriving. It sits just on the outskirts of the town and we have been coming here for as long as I can remember. Our parents used to come here every Friday, we would have dinner and then my mom and dad would have a few drinks before walking us back home. But they were always a little more fun once they had a drink or two inside of them.
We didn’t have a picture-perfect childhood, but we did have a childhood. Not like kids nowadays being fed an iPad and consoles, kids needed the freedom and fresh air. They needed to get dirty and let their imagination run wild. They needed to be just that,wild.
Putting the truck into park, I have zoned out most of the way and made a few noises here and there to pretend I was listening when in fact all I was focused on was the past. Snapping back into the here and now, my eyes search the car park and I tighten my grip on the steering wheel when I see Conrad’s truck parked all snug and I feel my temper rise.
