Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

Everett

The second she appeared at the airport, I knew exactly who she was. I remembered her from our brief encounter on the street. I called her “the disappointment,” mostly because of the first look she gave me when she saw me, but partially because of our first encounter. I remembered it like it happened yesterday, though it was over two years ago. I ran into her on the street and thought she was absolutely stunning, so I personally invited her to one of our parties. I pulled the move that always worked on the women I encountered. I smiled down at her, slowly inched forward, then slipped my arm around her and put the invitation in her back pocket. I could still remember the way her breath smelled. The beautiful emeralds of her eyes. The way her wild dark hair framed her face with a jungle look that throbbed my cock. I looked for her all night at that damn party, knowing she’d show up. But she never did, and I never saw her again after that.

Flynn teased me the entire plane ride over. I kept stealing glances of her over on the other side of our first-class seating. I told him about our encounter. About how I searched for her at that damn party to no avail. Flynn kept jabbing his elbow into my side every time he caught me staring. It made me angry that he kept breaking my trance.

“You look like a desperate dog,” he said.

“She’s beautiful. Not my fault I want to look at her.”

“She’s going to slap you before this weekend is over. I can tell just by looking at her that your stereotypical moves won’t work on her.”

“I know that now. After over two years. But what does work on a woman like her? I don’t even know what kind of woman she is.”

“Then ask her out to drinks and figure out the kind of woman she is.”

Flynn probably thought I wouldn’t take his advice, but I was seriously considering it. I lagged behind her when we got to the top floor, clocking which room she was in. And as luck would have it, she was in the room next to mine. She kept her eyes to the floor before she shoved her way into her room, but the gasp she let loose before the door closed behind her made me grin. Good. I was glad she was impressed with the room. Something told me a woman like herself worked too hard to enjoy the finer things in life.

All of us headed down to the pool to unwind from our jet lag, and my eyes had been on her ever since. She and Jessica came walking out of the hotel and my jaw practically scraped along the damn concrete. Her body was luscious. Toned legs. Flat stomach. Thick breasts that barely held themselves together in the red-and-gold stringed bikini she donned. Her hips blossomed and I could tell she kept up a gym regimen. At the very least, she kept herself active.

I wanted to run my tongue along the lines of her stomach.

Her dazzling red hair was piled underneath a hat I wanted to rip off her head. Her red hair boasted of so many kinky, coily curls. It matched the dance the sun did in her green eyes. She lounged next to Jessica and the two of them talked while they ordered drink after drink on our dime. Normally, something like that would bother me. Lucas was all about spoiling his women, but I didn’t enjoy doing that. I never knew if a woman wanted me for my wallet or my heart that way. But as I watched Andrea smile and laugh with Jessica, I could tell she wasn’t that kind of woman.

At least, the kind of woman that would stick around simply for money.

“You’re staring again,” Flynn said.

“Can’t help it. The woman’s beautiful.”

“And off limits.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because she hates you. I can see it in her eyes whenever she looks over at you.”

“She’s looking over at me?”

“Really, Everett? Come on. You’re not that guy.”

“Why can’t I be that guy?”

“Do you want to be that guy?” he asked.

“Now you’re just confusing me. Shut up with all your questions, Flynn.”

“Look, if you want to talk to her, go over and talk to her. But don’t stare at her like a lost dog all afternoon. You’re going to make her uncomf

ortable. They’re here to have a good time. Not to be ogled by men who want to dick them once and get over it.”

“Ever the romantic,” I said.

“I just don’t do the one-night stands like you guys do.”

“I don’t do one-night stands.”

“You did one two weeks ago.”

“Nope. That was Cayden.”