Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

I need you so fucking bad.

The idea of her finding another man and giving herself to him made me angry when there was no evidence it was even happening. I knew it was only a matter of time because time was the ultimate enemy. If I didn’t do something, she would move on. I had to connect with her again, to show her why she belonged with me for as long as we both drew breath.

“Have you heard from that girl?” Mr. Blanchard asked as he ran up my purchase at the local liquor store.

“No.” I shook my head.

“That’s a shame.” He sighed. “Maybe one day.”

Very soon if I have anything to say about it.

I found myself buying more and more liquor each time I went to town. It wasn’t because I was drinking more, I just didn’t like the questions. I only made trips when I had to. Mr. Blanchard always asked about Heather. I couldn’t even stand to go to the diner and have a Country Fried Steak because someone was always there to ask more fucking questions.

Our story may have passed from the world’s voice and the evening news, but she was still a celebrity in Wolf Creek. She had only spent a few nights there, but they were ready to adopt her as one of their own. They would have probably thrown her a parade if she showed up again.

Business had been booming since the town became famous and I hated every bit of it. Occasionally, a group would get a little too close to my cabin and I would have to send a warning shot their way. When the months started to wear on, I decided it was time to move. I started building another cabin nearby, far enough away from the one we spent our time in, but close enough to easily walk there if you knew the way.

It was a little fancier than the first one, with a few modern upgrades to make life a little easier. It even had doors on all of the rooms. I worked on it most days, just letting the toil take my mind off the things when it could.

“I ’M SORRY, WHERE DO you want me to put this?” The older man wiped his brow as he delivered a load of materials.

“Just up the hill is good.” I pointed in the direction of the new cabin, which was hidden from his view.

“If I get stuck, you’re paying for a wrecker.” He spat on the ground and climbed back into his truck.

When the winds of winter came, I felt a desire for Heather’s touch that couldn’t be simply washed away with a night of drinking. The new cabin had been completed and the old one was just a shell. The upgrades I made were nice, but they just couldn’t distract me from my thoughts.

I need you so fucking bad.

I woke up one morning with a new conviction. I wasn’t going to wait around for the world to spin in my direction again. I was going to take the motherfucker by the balls and do something about it. I was going to hold her again.

I got in my truck and drove. I passed landmarks, small towns, and even a city before I rolled into her bustling college town. It took some time to figure out where she lived, but it wasn’t difficult. She was a student and practically a celebrity.

A few harmless questions brought me closer and eventually I figured out which apartment building she lived in. I sat in the parking lot with my truck running, just trying to figure out how I was going to approach her without seeming like a crazy person. I might have been going crazy without her, but I didn’t want to seem like the desperate asshole I was. As I sat there in my truck, I saw her turn the corner. My chest started to tighten.

Damn, you’re even more beautiful than I remember. How the fuck did I make it so long without you?

It took everything in me not to open m

y door and walk over to her. Watching her enter the apartment and disappear into the sea of humanity was a struggle, but I couldn’t put her on the spot. I had to give her a choice, even if I wanted to take control of the situation.

I devised a plan and pulled out an old map. I tore a square that connected the place she was to Wolf Creek and drew a line to connect them. Once I was satisfied with my work, I dropped it off at the front desk and asked them to deliver it to her that evening. Despite my possessive nature, I knew it was the right thing to do.

It has to be your choice, blonde goddess. You know where you belong, but you have to be the one that decides to come to me.

If she understood the message and followed the directions, she would be in my arms before the first snow fell. It wouldn’t be anything like the storm I saved her from, but it would coat the ground. I got back into my truck and drove home, hoping she cared enough to find me. If she didn’t, I had to be man enough to let her go forever.

The miles I put between us felt like lifetimes, especially after seeing her in person. I had made the first move, the move that would bring her back to me if she had the same feelings inside that resonated in my heart. If she didn’t come to me, I would die alone in the cabin after thinking about her every single day.

“A NY TIME NOW...” I muttered as I sipped my drink.

The sound of tires on gravel brought a smile to my face. At first, I feared it was another group of tourists determined to see where we spent our time. The car approaching my cabin wasn’t the one I saw her drive away in.

I held my breath as I stared, letting my finger rest on the shotgun by the door just in case. I had no problem firing a warning shot if it was needed. When the car came to a stop, I knew it wasn’t a tourist. There was too much determination. The door opened and my beautiful blonde goddess stepped out from the driver’s seat.

She is mine.

I pulled open the door of the cabin and our eyes met. There were fireworks before we ever started walking towards each other. I had never felt happier than I did in that moment, a few feet away from the woman I had missed so much. I wrapped my arms around her and our lips met, an immediate rekindling of the fire we had left burning the day she drove away. I lifted her off the ground and spun her around for a moment, feeling more happiness than I even knew was possible. When our lips finally departed she had tears in her eyes.