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“You sure about that, Doc? No take-backs.”

And then I dart the tip of my tongue out, flicking the soft skin just beneath his ear. The groan he lets out comes with the kind of electric current that should blow every fuse in this place.

He grabs my hand, tugging me off my stool. I let myself be pulled, let my body fall into his. The hard planes of muscle I imagined are under my palms. I may be about to make a colossal mistake, but hey, I’m really fucking good at those. At leastthat’sin my wheelhouse.

“Let’s go,” he says. The commanding tone is unfamiliar but so,sogood. I want to strip off all my clothes and bathe in the heat of it.

CHAPTER 5

WYATT

I let Owen pull me through the bar, my hand tucked into his. I have no idea what’s going to happen next. If he were any other guy I had picked up in a bar, I’d think we were going to go fuck in his truck in the parking lot. But surely that can’t be what’s about to happen. I mean, this is Owen McBride. If he’s had sex anywhere other than a sensibly firm mattress with memory foam pillows and freshly laundered sheets, I’ll eat my boot. And if he’s acting out because of me, he’s going to wake up tomorrow with nothing but regret.

And the thought of Owen McBride regretting me feels like an anvil to the chest.

I’m three steps from talking myself out of this whole thing when my back hits the driver’s side door of his truck, a shiny, dark gray beauty, hulking and tall, just like him. His hands grasp my jaw, and then his lips are on mine.

And Owen McBride doesnotkiss like a boyfriend guy.

Owen McBride kisses like he’s left a trail of broken hearts from here to the Canadian border and back again. He kisses like he’s looking for the secret to eternal life in my mouth. He kisses like a starving man who can be sustained only by me.

Oh, this is the best kind of bad idea.

Owen’s tongue slides along the seam of my lips, and I part them for him, swallowing the greedy sound he makes when I lick him back, letting my teeth scrape over his full bottom lip. He presses me against the cold steel of his truck, but he mitigates the chill with his warm body. His feet part, his boots framing mine, and the evidence of his desire presses into my belly. God, he feels incredible, and I give my hips a roll of appreciation.

In answer, his hands slide to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in my curls. Never taking his lips off mine, he grips and pulls.

Owen McBridepulls my hair.

And oh my god, I did not think my scalp was an erogenous zone, but the moan I let out says otherwise.

“Get in the truck, Wyatt,” he growls.

God, I want to. But this isn’t just some random hookup. This is Owen. Grace’s brother. I see him all the time. If this goes bad, there’s no escaping him. Fuck, if this goeswell, there’s no escaping him. This is why I drive nearly an hour out of town when I need to get laid. I don’t want to get tangled up inanyone, least of all my best friend’s older brother.

Owen pulls back slightly, but it’s only to capture my earlobe between his teeth. My pussy clenches at the sensation.

“I can feel you thinking, Wyatt,” he says, his tongue tracing a line from my ear down to my collarbone, where he laps at the sensitive skin. “This is not a moment for thinking.” His hand snakes me behind me, giving my ass a squeeze before reaching for the door handle. “It can just be fun. What do you say?”

Can it?

Fun is my specialty, but my head is spinning, and so is my control. But Owen’s got me in the palm of his hand. It feels like I may be losing it, but he’s found me.

And that…thatscares me.

As if he can see every thought scrolling across my forehead like a Times Square stock ticker, he captures my mouth with a deep kiss that burns every fear and hesitation right out of my mind. My hands rake down his chest and slide around his hips, my thumb pressing into that little valley that leads to an impressive erection. I tug him closer, wanting to feel him like a relief map, not wanting to miss a single sensation.

“More,” I groan, ignoring my second thoughts, sprinting away from them without a backward glance.

Owen grasps my hips and lifts me, shifting me so he can pull the driver’s side door open. The leather seat is wide and pushed back to accommodate its very tall driver.

If you had told me this morning that I’d end my day dripping wet and about to crawl into Owen McBride’s truck for a one-timer, I would have said you were writing some pretty fantastical fanfic about the world’s sweetest man.

But then the world’s sweetest man yanks me toward him by my belt loops, covering my lips with his once again. And while he works over my mouth, he grasps my wrist and pulls my hand to his cock, hard and straining against his jeans.

“Fuck,” he mutters against my lips, and it’s the sexiest combination of sound and feeling of my life. His lips move to my neck, then nip at my collarbone.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, leaning my head back against the cold metal.

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