Page 68 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
Shiloh nudged Brody. “You’re one to talk.”
He gave her a smile. “Those wild horses inspired a few songs, didn’t they, Shy?”
“It wasn’t just the wildhorses, cowboy.” She gave him a big wink, and he pulled her into his arms just as if Ridge and I weren’t here.
“That’s our cue to leave,” Ridge said. “Catch you later.”
“It was nice to meet you,” I called as Ridge dragged me away.
“Get Ridge to bring you over for dinner one night,” Shiloh yelled.
“Shy makes a mean gumbo.”
“Good plan.” Ridge opened the passenger door for me like this was a date, and he was a gentleman.
I waited until we were driving again before I spoke. “I’m not your girlfriend, Ridge.”
He glanced over at me. “What’s your point, Evie?”
I didn’t know what my point was. I just felt this constant need to remind him. “Let’s drop the whole boyfriend-girlfriend act. That’s my point.”
Most guys would take offense to my bitchy attitude. Not Ridge. He brushed it off like it didn’t even faze him.
“Just relax. I’m not looking for a relationship any more than you are.”
“Whatdoyou want?”
“The truth?”
I nodded.
“I want to get you out of my system. And the only way I know how to do that is to fuck you five ways from Sunday. On your back. On all fours. Against the wall. In the shower. On every available surface.”
“What a charmer.”
“You wanted an honest answer, and I’m giving it to you. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you?” I opened my mouth to speak, but the charmer held up his hand. “Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m not having sex with you tonight. So just put that thought out of your dirty little mind. Even if you crawled to me on your hands and knees,begging, I’d still say no.”
“Rest assured that you willneverhear me beg you foranything.”
He smirked and flipped his ball cap around, so it was backward. “Guess we’ll see about that. Never say never, Cherry Bomb. It has a way of coming back to bite you in the ass.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Ridge
“How’s that for a sunset?”I swept my arm across the pink and orange sky as if I was the artist and I’d painted this masterpiece just for her.
Earlier, I’d backed my truck up and parked at the top of a hill, and now we were sitting on the tailgate, which gave us the perfect view.
Below us, the valley was spread out for as far as the eye could see, and the wild mustangs were running across the land, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“It looks like a movie set.” She lowered the binoculars and offered them to me, but I shook my head. I’d brought them for her. “Almost too perfect to be real,” she said, her voice hushed in reverence. “And those horses… God, this place is really special.”
I couldn’t deny it. Even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of horses, the wild ones held a special place in my heart.
Guess I liked my horses the way I liked my women. Wild at heart. Stubborn to a fault. And so beautiful, it knocked the breath right out of your lungs.
We sat in silence for a while, watching the last of the sun as it dipped beneath the horizon. A little while later, she handed me the binoculars and moved, so she was sitting in the truck's bed with her back leaning against the side. “Let’s talk about the rules.”
