More.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss and slamming her back into the real world. She blinked up at him, all too aware of her body pressed against the entirety of his, of how he was hard in all the places she was soft, of how goddamn good he smelled. “Wow.”
There went that eyebrow again. “You think it was believable?”
She’d almost forgotten she was kissing Adam Meyers because he was supposed to be her boyfriend to prove a point to her real ex-boyfriend. Liar. You 100 percent forgot that this was pretend, and if he’d offered to drive you out into a field to get down and dirty, you wouldn’t even hesitate.
He hadn’t offered, and this was pretend. Remembering that was important if she wanted to avoid compounding one potentially humiliating situation with another even more potentially humiliating situation.
She licked her lips. “Um, yes. Totally believable. Thank you.”
He still didn’t let her go. Instead he turned and lifted her onto the tailgate as if she weighed no more than a paper doll. “You want something to drink?”
“Uh, sure.” She should get down and walk away…which she absolutely would do as soon as she got control of her shaking legs. It would have taken a stronger woman than she was to not stare at Adam’s ass in those tight jeans as he ambled over to the cooler.
She turned to find Aubry doing a silent slow clap. “Don’t judge me.”
“Oh, I’m judging.”Chapter TwoAdam Meyers had been back in Devil’s Falls all of two days, and he was already going out of his mind.
He hadn’t wanted to come to this goddamn bonfire. He wasn’t back in Devil’s Falls for a good time—he wasn’t even back at all. Once he figured out what was going on with his mama, he was on the road again. Hell, it had only been a few days, and the restlessness in his blood was already snapping for a change of scenery.
Or it had been until Jules Rodriguez sidled up to him and proceeded to rock his world. That’d been a distraction he couldn’t afford to pass up.
He opened the cooler and fished out a pair of beers, using the move to get his physical reaction under control. He hadn’t expected to be affected like that, but she was so soft and sweet and the panic in her dark eyes had called to him.
You were doing her a favor, jackass.
Right. He glanced over his shoulder to where she was talking to the redhead. I’d like to do her another favor. Maybe two.
“Damn it, what are you doing?”
He’d known this was coming the second he walked away from the women. He couldn’t even blame Daniel. His friend had always had been overprotective of Jules.
Adam used his boot to shut the cooler lid. “She asked me for a favor. I’d be a dick to ignore her cry for help.”
“That’s my baby cousin.”
Cousin or not, the soft, sexy woman he’d just held in his arms was not a baby. Not even close. He snorted. “It’s not like I’m robbing the cradle here. And it was just a kiss.”
“You know damn well it was a bad idea.” When Adam just stared, Daniel cursed. “Damn it, Adam. It better stop at just a kiss.” He stalked away, snagging a beer as he did.
He didn’t blame his friend for getting up in arms. Jules had always been a good girl, and Adam was many things, but good wasn’t on the list. Which was most likely why she’d chosen him to act as her pretend boyfriend.
Adam turned around to find Grant standing just out of reach. He hadn’t had much interaction with the guy—by the time Grant graduated seven years behind him, Adam had already blown out of town for the rodeo circuit. His mama told him stories, though. It was one of her favorite things to do on their weekly calls while he was traveling around and getting into trouble. The tidbits of Devil’s Falls gossip had always grounded him. No matter how crazy his life got, or how free he felt on the back of a bull for those precious seconds before he was thrown, nothing much changed back home.
That was how he knew Grant and Jules had dated through high school and that he’d dumped her before he went off to that fancy school his daddy had paid out the nose for. It wasn’t something Adam had put much thought into all those years ago, but now he had to stop and wonder what the hell Jules had seen in this guy.
Grant was too polished, too put together. Even his teeth were perfect, white and straight and screaming money. It made sense. His daddy was a big fish in Devil’s Falls, and he’d never let anyone forget it. Stood to reason that his son inherited his shitty, entitled attitude.