Page 29 of Ride the Sky

Typically, I don’t drink before a ride. But I like to take in the lay of the land. Competitors.

And once upon a time, I’d be in bed with Wyatt Montgomery.

SEVEN YEARS AGO

“No cuddling. No kissing. No romance.”

There in the dingy motel room, Fallon drills a finger into my chest as she relays her rules.

“Sounds borin’,” I drawl.

That sharp eyebrow lifts. “Fine. Have fun by yourself.”

She turns, but I snag her wrist. “Where you goin’?”

“Back to the bar. To find someone who can play my way.”

“That ain’t funny.” Her smirk doesn’t amuse me. “Nothin’ ’bout you with another man is funny.”

Her shrug is casual. “A girl’s gotta blow off steam. Don’t take it personal.”

Personal. That’s exactly how I plan to fucking take it. I want this girl so damn bad my cock’s ready to punch through my zipper. The thought of her trolling the bar for a quick lay pisses me the fuck off.

“You want to blow off steam, you come find me.” I take a step forward and grip her jaw. “And me only.”

She rolls her eyes at me then unbuttons her blouse. Her long caramel hair falls over her tattooed shoulder in a thick fishtail braid. Those gorgeous hazel eyes are a thunderstorm of trouble.

Stede McGraw’s daughter!my mind screams, but all I can do is watch as she undresses. Never in a million years would I havethought I’d be doing this, but the other alternative isno fucking way.

“We can fuck,” Fallon says, her voice a blade, “but we can’t be friends.”

“Why?”

Her gaze sears. “Because I hate you.”

I wait for her to tell me she’s joking, only to realize she’s serious. She hates my fucking guts.

Irritated now, I arch a brow. “Why?

She scoffs. “If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

Finally, her buttons are undone, and she opens her shirt.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Her waist is trim and tan. Her breasts soft and round, her nipples rosy peaks.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, staring more than I should. “We shouldn’t do this.”

See? This is why I stick to buckle bunnies and one-night stands. When you’re too close to a good woman, all common sense goes out the goddamn window.

Fallon rolls her eyes, unzips her jeans, and shimmies out of them. Now she’s in skimpy bikini bottoms. “For fuck’s sake, asshole, it’s just sex.”

I grin, my gaze devouring those long, tan legs, those itty-bitty panties. “You’re trouble.”

She grins back. “I am. But you’re used to it.”

I snort. After years of training her as a surly teenager, I’m very used to it. I’m just not used to this. Fallon, now twenty-two, looking like a goddess, not raging at me for once in her life. Sexy as fuck. Naked as hell.

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