Wilder (The Wild Ones 3)

When I pull back, grabbing her hands to stop her, she chases my lips, as she bats her lashes with faux innocence.

“Please stay the night?” she asks.

I force her to let go of me, and I shut the door to massage my temples, as I walk around to my side of the Jeep. I pace back and forth in front of my door for a second, biting down on my fist, as a frustrated sound gets mostly smothered.

Finally, I jerk the door open to climb in, but spot Piper’s head awkwardly resting against the window as she lightly snores.

Well, that’ll at least keep me from losing my damn mind.

I drive us to her cabin, and carefully carry her inside, while she remains dead to the world. After grabbing some pajamas, I start to change her clothes, looking as little as possible so that it’s not creepy later on.

Her hand limply comes up, but there’s a surprising amount of strength demonstrated when she grabs the back of my neck and jerks me down to her.

Damn it.

I’ve got her top half completely naked, and it’s a hell of a lot harder not to notice her nipples or the soft, firm curves of her breasts when they’re smashed against me.

Her lips bump against mine, and she attacks like a starved animal. I’m a weak fucking asshole who kisses her back, coming down on top of her as I drink her in.

Her hips lift and grind against me, and I groan against her mouth as I ignore the throbbing in my neglected cock. I can’t even touch her without wanting inside her. I damn sure don’t need to be kissing her and letting her twine her legs around my waist while she’s drunk.

Just as I start trying to separate us, she goes limp, arms and legs falling to the side, as she passes back out. Yep. I’m a fucking creep.

“Shit,” I groan as I hurriedly climb off her, mentally shaking myself as I quickly get her into her pajamas.

She murmurs my name when I tuck her into the covers, and I sit on the edge of the bed for a minute, putting my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees.

I can’t even have a damn fling with a pretty girl. What has happened to me? At one time, this would have been a cake walk. But now? Yeah, not anymore.

It’d be easier if she wasn’t so laidback and easy to be around. It’d be easier if she didn’t enjoy being around me so much. It’d certainly be easier if she’d stop mumbling my name in her sleep.

Cursing, I stand and run a hand through my hair, walk out of her room, and strip down to my boxers. As I drop to the couch and pull a cover over me, I stare up at the ceiling.

At least I have even less in common with my old man these days. He couldn’t seem to get attached to anything but himself, and never bothered to think about anyone else.

It’s not going to be easy to let Piper return to her own world.

It’s better for both of us if we play it cool until the end.

Wild Ones Tip #635

We never let you forget the things you want to forget. No mercy.

Chapter 16

PIPER

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Groaning, I sit up, hearing the sound of sizzling and the smell of food blanketing the air.

My head pounds to remind me of the drinking contest we never should have agreed to. Damn Tate and Porter. They really can talk someone into anything.

My willpower is weak.

Something clangs in the kitchen, and I idly remember begging Kai to sleep over. Judging by the state of the bed, I’m the only one who slept in it. My lips curve in a grin when I think back to kissing him.

Lifting my hand to my lips, my mind flits back to the soft brush of his lips, and the tortured sounds he made.

Damn, he confuses my head so much. I should be smart and put distance between us, but I’d rather have him kissing me like that again. I feel wishy-washy, because I consistently think one thing but feel another. It’s exhausting.

My smile falls quickly when I also remember singing that damn shark song in front of the entire town.

I whimper as I cover my face with both my hands, and I try not to dwell too long. It’s not like we have long left in Tomahawk. Our trip’s been slimmed down to a measly couple of weeks, due to Dad’s scandalous affairs coming to light…that needs a lot of PR attention.

We’ll have to go on tours, smile pretty for cameras, talk about how strong our family is, and yada yada yada. It’ll consume our lives for the next six months before the election.

I drop back down to the bed, covering my face with one arm. One day, he’ll learn he can’t hide anything from the press and he’ll keep his dick out of women who have no discretion.