Going Wild (The Wild Ones 2)

“You have a rose tattoo in a very odd place,” he murmurs with a wicked grin.

“The crack of one’s ass is an odd place for a rose tattoo? Huh. First I heard of it.”

He laughs lightly, and I fidget nervously.

“So…that happened,” I say awkwardly.

A slow smile forms over his lips as his eyes meet mine. “About damn time it did.”

“It’s only been a week,” I point out.

“A week of pure torture,” he amends.

I grin like an idiot, trying not to let myself fall. I don’t have long left before it’s time to leave. I’m happy to be here and help him out, and having some fun wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

As long as I remember it’s just fun and can never be more.

“Every time I think you can’t possibly surprise me again, that’s when you blow my mind,” he tells me.

I laugh as I stand up, hearing the buzz of the door. Liam gets a ton of packages, since he’s an online shopping whore.

I tug on my shorts before walking toward the door the old-fashioned way, instead of using his fancy remote thingy.

“That wasn’t your mind I just blew,” I call out over my shoulder, hearing him chuckle behind me.

Chapter 6

Wild One Tip #104

Being with a Wild One is like being in a rodeo.

You keep waiting to see someone get trampled by a bull, and you giggle at the clowns.

KYLIE

For two weeks, I’ve been in Liam’s bed. Or on his floor while I painted. I set up in that other room, then kept finding myself gravitating toward him again.

I’ve sat on his face a lot lately. It’s my new favorite thing in the world, and he seems to enjoy it as much as I do. Sixty-nine is the only number he seems to remember these days.

“I like this color on you,” he says as he slides his finger over my nose, touching the green paint there.

I grin and roll my eyes, as his eyes spark with humor, while I finish putting the rest of his clothes into the laundry hamper and set it aside to do later.

“I guess I missed a spot,” I tell him, wiping my nose with the towel that is holding my wet hair.

He lies back on the bed—where the poor guy has to spend most of his time.

“You seem to know your way around broken bones. Everything you’ve warned me that I would experience, I’ve experienced,” he says, looking over at me as I settle into the covers.

I realized belatedly that ‘normal’ people wouldn’t be so comfortable sleeping with a complete stranger. But, Liam has been cool about it, especially after I started giving him orgasms in the middle of the night.

I move in closer to him, and he slides his arm around my shoulders as I close my eyes and breathe him in like a total creeper. It’s a daily struggle to remind myself that I can’t keep him, even though I really want to.

“I’ve had tons of broken bones. I didn’t figure out gravity until I was almost thirteen. I stopped breaking them after that. Tuck and roll, baby. Tuck. And. Roll.” I pat his chest.

He laughs lightly, not groaning in pain for a change.

He’s healing nicely, though he still has a long way to go.

“You didn’t panic at all when I went down,” he says, looking down at me.

His eyes are blue. Like really blue. And his hair is blond.

He’s like my own sexed-up version of an anatomically correct Ken doll.

With a strong jaw and a constant mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Barbie would be so jealous…

When I smile, he smiles back, unaware of what’s going on in my head right now.

“It’s not the first time I’ve seen chaos unfold. It’s actually second nature.”

I love it when he studies me like I’m an enigma he can’t figure out. It’s one of the main reasons I’m always so vague. It keeps him looking at me the way he’s looking at me now.

He looks like a model, he’s smart, and he’s hella rich. I’m a semi-cute starving artist who is known back home for being a little crazy. I need the advantage, so I take it.

His nose brushes mine, and he leans over as he arches an eyebrow.

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

I lean back, grinning. “You know the routine. You ask. I evade. Then you tell me something about yourself instead.”

“I feel like I’m losing all my mysterious points, while you continue to gain more and more.”

He cuts his eyes toward me in mock accusation, and I laugh as I lie back on the pillow. His arms stays around me, and he brings me closer. I always sleep on the side where his good leg is.

I let my leg ride up on his naked hip, wondering if he’d be ready for another round yet. It’s been at least an hour or two.