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219 pages, Unknown Binding
First published September 24, 2017
“Look beyond what you see. Stop starin’ at what’s right in front of you and gaze past it. You might just find what you’re so desperately seeking.”
“Through the burning I see fury, so wild and carefree, and, oh, I wonder what it would feel like, to have him next to me.” “Scarlett.”
The crowd screaming in my ear is making me want to pull out my gun and shoot the lot of them, just so they’ll shut up and let me hear her sing.
It’s been a long fuckin’ time since I’ve looked at a woman more than briefly. The women I’ve fucked, since ... since her ... I barely speak to, I don’t know their names, I just take what I need and move on.
“Barriers don’t have to be objects, darlin’. Barriers can be simply your own heart. No matter how far you travel, or how many people you meet, none of it can penetrate if the barrier is around your soul.”
“Let’s not jinx this. I’m goin’ to show up, and be around, when you need to me to be. Okay? Lettin’ fate handle this one.”
“Maverick?” “Yeah?” “Ride hard. I like the way it makes me feel.” Fuck me. I think I just fell in love.
...an attractive, busty blond wearing next to nothing standing in the entrance. I look her up and down. She’ll do. I’m not fussy. “Make it quick, I need to sleep.” She walks in, batting her eyelashes, and I toss some money at her. She counts it, tucks it into her purse and then looks at me with sultry eyes. “What do you want, big boy?” “A fuck, bitch. Isn’t that what you get paid for?”
And after sitting with Scarlett all night, feeling her body heat next to mine, smelling that perfume, I’m so fucking horny I could burst.
I start fucking her, hard. I close my eyes and drown out her moans of pleasure. I think about Scarlett.
Wishing like fuck it wasn’t her. For the first time, wishing I felt something other than release when I fucked. Wishing for that familiar feeling of home I haven’t felt ... Since her. Fuck.
I’ll be finding some pussy tonight when we stop, fuck knows I need it—the only way to remove some of this tension is a good, hard fuck.
Maverick is with a woman, against the wall of a small building just outside of the parking lot, maybe an old toilet? She’s facing the building panties down around her ankles, hands on the wall, and he’s behind her, hands on her hips, fucking her so hard she’s not even making any noise, her mouth is open, her head is back, but she’s not screaming, probably just gasping.
“We’re not together.” “Fuck. You.” “Which means—” he squeezes my hands tighter “—that I can fuck whoever the hell I want.”
And dammit, I want him. But not tonight. Not after he was just with someone else. That thought is like a bucket of cold water being splashed over my body, and I jerk my head away, panting, nipples rock hard, sex wet and so damned hot I could nearly come just being this close to him. “No. Not after you just had you dick in another woman.”
I just fucked her like some sort of cheap whore.