Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I hated him. I hated everything about him. Slamming the car door closed, I realized I was shaking as I put my foot on the brakes and pressed the button to turn it on. Never again. I would never ever get near him again. We wouldn’t even breathe the same air.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I’ll cut your dick off.
But it wouldn’t come to that. Because he was dead to me.
• Fourteen •
We might need to get a new jockey.
Storm
“When are you going to tell me why you’re in such a fucking bad mood?” Sebastian said, setting a beer down in front of me before he sat down on the sofa across from me with his own.
“I’m not in a bad mood,” I replied, picking up the beer and taking a long pull from the bottle.
“Yeah, you are,” he replied. “You’ve been snarling and scowling for three days.”
I took another drink, not wanting to talk about this. He was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it. If I did that, I would have to admit why, and I preferred to lie to myself. It was easier than remembering. That look on her face. Goddammit! I slammed my beer down with more force than necessary, and I could feel Sebastian’s eyes on me. I’d just proven his point.
Shoving my fingers in my hair, I sighed heavily. “Guess I’m not sleeping great,” I muttered.
“Yeah, sure, that’s it. I mean, we often go forty-eight hours without sleep, and you always act like a complete asshole.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
I dropped my hands and leaned back on the sofa. Sebastian stared at me while he took a drink from his bottle. He was waiting on an explanation, and normally, I told him everything. Once, that had been Wells, but things had changed when we became adults, leaving our youth behind. Wells was self-absorbed, and the older we got, the more I realized he was never going to care about anything more than his own needs.
Sure, we would always be friends. We lived the same life. We’d grown up in it. But no one would ever be as important to Wells as he was to himself. It was hard to trust someone that was like that with your secrets. When life got real and our biggest problem wasn’t stealing our dad’s whiskey or getting laid, Sebastian and I had become tighter. If I was going into a dangerous situation and I had to choose, it would be Sebastian I wanted at my side.
“I’m messed up in the head about some shit. I’m working it out,” I finally said, knowing he wasn’t going to let this go.
He raised an eyebrow and took a sip. “That shit happen to be a smoking hot redhead?”
I cut my gaze from the bottle in my hand to him.
He shrugged. “Good guess?”
I shook my head and stood up. “No.”
“Ah, denial. That’s not gonna snap you out of beast mode. Admit it. Face it. Then figure out how to get over it or … not.”
I swung my eyes back to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sebastian grinned. “Exactly what I said. Whatever happened on your little jaunt to Miami fucked with you. Accept whatever it was that happened and move on. If you can’t move on, then go get some more.”
He had no idea what he was talking about. He meant well, but he read too many fucking books. Life was more complicated.
“Nope,” I replied as I started for the door again.
If I went to get some more, I wasn’t sure I could stop. The image of Briar coming on my hand as her tight cunt squeezed my fingers with her orgasm was burned into my brain. The taste of her pussy was taunting me. Reminding me how much better it would be straight from the source. There was nothing as fucking beautiful as that woman getting off.
I was tense all over again. Thinking about her seemed to do that to me. The craving to go back to her, tie her up, and get my mouth all over her body was getting stronger with every breath I took. She’d probably point her gun at my head, and that image only made my cock harder.
Once I stalked outside, I took several deep breaths, trying to think about anything other than those blue eyes looking up at me, full of want. Hearing her sexy little cries and moans. MOTHERFUCKER! I closed my eyes tightly, fisting my hands at my sides, and willed myself to think of anything else.
Horses, knives, Maeme’s fried chicken …
“Excuse me. Storm, right?” a female voice asked.
My eyes snapped back open to see the new jockey, Capri, I thought Sebastian had called her.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She jumped, and I realized I’d barked out the word. I hadn’t meant to, but she needed to get tougher if she was gonna work here. I didn’t have time to worry about some shy, soft-spoken minister’s daughter.