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“Calm the fuck down. You can go back to the country club and Nat in a bit. I just need to check something out,” Ulysses mutters as he pulls his truck smoothly behind the Shack. I don’t bother to tell him I have no intention of seeing Natalie tonight despite the fact she promised me her ass if I came by. Not even that could make me want to do anything other than get a single malt scotch and go back to my gran’s and get fucked up.
I don’t bother asking my cousin why he’s come to the club again. As a former army ranger who’s still kind of fucked up about it, he’s not a sharer. In fact, he’s the opposite—if he shares, it’s probably the worst possible news and doesn’t bode well for anyone.
He slams out of the truck with a purpose. He’s off duty tonight and looks like a regular ol’ cowboy in wranglers, a Henley, and a black Stetson, but that’s where the cowboy stops. His shoes are army-issued Gore-tex, a throwback to his days as a special operator.
In contrast, I have on the slacks from my earlier dinner with Natalie and our parents, as is required once a week. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. My mind is still on what happened between Nikki and me earlier today when I went to help her move. I never should have touched her. Never.
Every fucking second since, I haven’t thought of anything but how she fit against me. How good we were together. What she tastes like. I sucked her taste off my fingers when she went in the house to freshen up and was on the porch, ready to rip the door off the hinges and bury myself deep in her tight little pussy until neither of us knew when the other ended and they began, but then I stopped.
What the fuck was I doing? I’m engaged. I’ve been engaged. Promised to a woman who is my friend and lover. A woman I fuck on the regular, but who’s never made me come like that. It’s not lost on me as I follow my cousin into Shelby-Love’s hottest club that I’m no different from my bastard father, panting over some young thing when I’m in a committed relationship and have nothing to offer her but my dick and misery. I have to leave this girl alone before I end up making her hate me.
She didn’t call to ask why I left. She knows why. Any hope of us ever being friends in the future, something I want with every fiber of my being, would be ruined if I touched her the way I was so desperate to do on that porch. No, leaving like I did was for the best.
Those thoughts, and any thoughts of what I could anticipate coming to the Shack, are obliterated when I almost ram into Ulysses, who’s stock-still on the edge of the dance floor, watching two women riding a mechanical bull. Kandie, the owner of the town’s bakery aptly named for its owner, is gyrating on the bull alongside Joi, another Love cousin, while “Pony” by Ginuwine plays. As the women hit splits and change position on the bull in time with the music, I riveted every man here. Ulysses and I are no different but for two entirely different reasons. While I’m marveling at the sheer skill it takes for them to accomplish those moves, Ulysses is brimming with rage.
“The hell is wrong with you, man?” I come up beside him, watching his jaw jump like a bullfrog on asphalt. I follow the gray eyes so similar to mine and see them trained on Kandie.
“This little motherfucker is always showing out,” he says through gritted teeth, fury marking every word.
“C’mon, let me buy you a drink.” After clapping him on the back, I head back to the one of the smallest VIP sections of any establishment I’ve ever been in. Rumor is the owner, Jedi, thought it would be a great idea to cut a third of the place off just in case any of the recent transplants decided to frequent the place. Only a few of the Creative Chaos folks ever use the area.
Seeing the place empty, I headed over and handed the attendant the entrance fee. Settling in after he removed the velvet rope I people watch until Ulysses finally brings his ass over.
“What can I get you, sugah?” The soft lilting voice of who I can assume is another Love cousin has me lifting my eyes to a cute little thing wearing a cutoff T-shirt that has ‘Tip Me’scrawled across the front.
“Uncle Nearest.” I nod toward Ulysses.
“Same,” he mutters.
The girl laughs. “She stays messing with you.” Which earns her a scowl that she takes in stride before turning and giving us a view of her bottom cheeks bursting out of very tiny shorts and the back of her shirt, which saysTop Me.
“What’s up with you?” I ask my cousin now that I have a clearer view of the situation.
The heavier beat of the same song starts, and for a moment, I think I’m hallucinating. Nikki is a motherfucking sight to behold. Slowly I come to my feet, barely aware of my actions. Astride the mechanical monster like Queen Dihya, Nikki is all things glorious. Her body shimmers under the lights. She’s attired similarly to her cousins, though her cutoffs are much shorter, riding high on her ass, the bottom cheeks beckoning to be smoothed, plundered, kissed, fucked. My dick starts to lengthen, hard as granite in my pants. I spy several men in the crowd easing forward to get a better look. Her T-shirt is torn strategically, the hot-pink bra peeking through; the material must be thin because the diamond-hard nipples poking through can’t be missed. Her eyes are closed, her body arched like she’s fucking the bull. Briefly, I wonder if she thought of me—us—this morning. As she glides back, her legs splayed, we’re all gifted a teasing millisecond of the vee at her hot center, covered by the frayed edges of her shorts.
“Fuck me,” I groan aloud, captivated by the sight of her. Angel’s words come crashing back into my mind, reminding me she’s not a kid anymore. My mind finally catches up with what my body has known and fucking struggled with for a while now. Nicolette Love is a grown-ass woman. A sweet, hot, fuckable woman, and I want her more than anything in the world.
After what seems like a slow ride through hell as I’m battered by one realization after another, the song finally ends. No sooner than she comes to a stop is she approached by some big blond guy and her cousin Nebraska Soaring-Hawk. As they approach, the blond puts his hands on Nikki’s waist, plucking her from the saddle. Just as he holds her in midair, her gaze meets mine over the throng of people cheering her. Something snags in my soul as our eyes connect. It washes over me viscerally; the muscle in my chest tightens. For a moment I feel seen truly seen, shredded and ripped asunder, only belatedly realizing that this is how it has always been between us.
Then she’s put on the ground with the blond blocking my view. I can see how animated she is talking with them as Kandie and Joi join them. Kandie wavers a little, attempting to get back on the bull.
“Like hell,” Ulysses mutters before he shoves past me, cutting his way through the crowd. Sighing, I follow him. Being the sheriff of Shelby-Love hasn’t stopped this knucklehead from knocking heads. His deputy Janis even had to arrest him a time or two.
I watch as Ulysses snags Kandie none too gently beneath her arm, which she hastily assures Nebraska is fine. He drags Kandi into a far corner of the room and crowds her in. There are various Loves about, but no one seems the least bit bothered by my Shelby cousin putting his hands on one of them.
“Hey, Mathias.”
Dragging my gaze away from the odd pairing, I have to stop myself from groaning at the soft lilt of Nikki’s voice. The innocent way she sounds belies the way I touched her. The way she came so beautifully in my arms earlier. I shift, feeling my dick start to thicken, anticipating round two.Never. Not again, I ruthlessly tell myself.Lie, whispers the back of my mind.
“Hey there.” I try to keep it casual, light—something I feel so far from at this moment.
“You know my cousin Nebraska?” Then she smiles over to the other man, and insanely I want to snatch her little ass up, even knowing she’s just being courteous. “And I just met his friend Marcus.”
“Pleasure.” The posh bastard smiles down at her before throwing me an assessing glance. “Shelby, is it?” This motherfucker is way too pleased with himself for my liking.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
In my periphery I can see Nebraska cross his arms in mild interest, but he doesn’t pick a side in what is fast becoming a territorial fight.
