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Clyde opens his mouth to ask what I’m sure would have been something like, “What the hell?”
I stop him. “I’m so pissed at you,” I grit out, and he gives me a self-deprecating smile.
“I know you are.” Then he leans down and kisses me slower this time, with less intensity, but without shying away from showing me how he feels. His lips graze over to my ear, where he brushes them against the shell, whispering, “I won’t ever run again.”
A hand clamps over his shoulder a second before he’s yanked back by Remy, but not before he flashes me a quick, heated smile, then saunters back to his spot on the other side of the fire. Running his thumb over my bite mark and smiling at the blood smear, he winks and wipes it off on his jeans.
Clyde’s kiss came out of nowhere, so I’m definitely thrown off my game. My face is flushed and I hope Remy doesn’t notice. “I suppose you expect one too?”
“If you’re offerin’. I won’t just take it from you,” he says, holding out a hand to help me up while tossing a glare at Clyde. I raise a brow, letting him know he already took the first one after painting my tank. He clears his throat. “Well, I won’t do it again. I seem to be sayin’ that a lot lately, but there it is.”
As I’m wrenched to my feet, my head swirls and I decide to say the hell with it. What’s one kiss? He tried the other day, and I refused to give in. Maybe I can do this formyself, kind of like a moment of closure.
He’s not looking at me, but as soon as I whisper, “Okay,” his head jerks toward me, chin low to figure out if I’m messing with him or not. It doesn’t take him long to realize I’m not.
Without giving me a chance to take it back, he steps forward and sweeps me up, hands under my ass to bring my face level with his, then places his lips against mine. Like last time, he waits for me to give him entry, licking at my closed lips. On his second pass, I open for him and touch the tip of my tongue to his.
There’s a fire licking up my spine as he groans against me, gripping me tighter so he can slide a hand up to the base of my neck, holding me against him tighter. His hand keeps me in place, tilting me slightly so he can get a better angle as he kisses the shit out of me.
“Bets,” he murmurs, then sweeps his tongue inside again like he can’t get enough. The need in his voice pushes me pastany sense of reason, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
When I roll my hips, I feel his cock press against me, and that pulls me out of the haze. He might want me right now, but I’ve never beenitfor him as much as I always wanted to be. And I can’t bear the idea of him regretting this later, as much as it feels good right now.
Dragging my tongue slowly from his mouth, he chases it until I let my legs fall away and dangle a foot above the ground. His hand clenches my flesh, refusing to let me down. “I don’t wanna stop, Bets,” he breathes out.
I shake my head, feeling a pinch of sorrow for how sad he sounds. “We have to.”
“Does that mean I get to kiss you now?” Wilder’s raspy voice comes from much closer than I expected. Twisting my neck, I see him standing only a foot behind me, eyes heavy and filled with need.
“I’ll kiss you, but then it’s over. No more.” Remy’s muscles stiffen against me, but I don’t tear my eyes from Wilder’s. “I can’t take anymore after this.”
He doesn’t answer me, maybe because he won’t accept it, but it is what it is. They’ll move on soon enough. Like they always do.
Remy still refuses to let me go, so when Wilder steps forward to look down at me over my shoulder, my body jumps when his hand presses against my chest, just below the hollow of my neck. He slips it up higher, his palm covering my throat to lean me back further.
From the corner of my vision, I see Clyde still sitting, watching us as he drinks slowly from my bottle. It’s too dark to tell if he’s upset by this or not, although his lack of outrage should tell me he doesn’t mind too much.
If he doesn’t mind, and Remy is standing there watching as Wilder strokes the thin skin shivering under his touch, allwithout saying a word, then maybe I should take that as a sign of their feelings on all of this.
Wouldn’t you want to keep another man’s hands away from the woman you want? I’d fucking stab someone if they chose to lay a finger on the one who belongs to me. So, clearly, I don’t belong to them. Not in their eyes.
“Not sure what’s goin’ through your head, but I’ll tell ya this, Bets. If you think I’m only gettin’ one, you better be prepared. It’s gonna be good.” With a wink, Wilder grins ferally before squeezing his fingers on my throat harder just before slamming his mouth over mine.
My chest squeezes as he takes complete control of my mouth, living up to his name. His kiss is wild, intense, and filled with so much promise that I want to press my legs together to calm my fucking pussy down.Damn hussy.
He fucks my mouth in a way that promises what he would do with the rest of his body if I let it go that far. The whiskey makes it so much harder to say my next words as I drop my head further back to separate his mouth from mine.
“No more,” I rasp out.
Immediately, and maybe because my voice comes out more pleading than I had planned, he releases me and steps back, showing me his hands. Scrambling away from Remy’s body, I stumble once my feet find the ground, then wrench away from him when he reaches out to stop my fall.
“Nomore.” My voice cracks on the cry, and Clyde stands up.
Wilder tries to pacify me. “We want you, Bets. Doesn’t have to go any further than this tonight, but you need to understand. Wewantyou.”
“We,” I snort, then give them an incredulous look. “You don’t want me like you think you do,” I sneer. “I’m too rough around the edges, not the kind of ladies ya’ll have always looked for. Citygirls; that’s what you want. There’s proof enough in the fact that you’re speakin’ like you’re a unit.Weis a fuckin’ joke.”
Remy grunts as Clyde bites back at me. “You’ve never been more wrong in your life, Country. I’ve always preferred country life to the city.”
