The Harder They Ride (The Midnight Cactus, #1)

by Coralee June

“I don’t need to make ’em fall, darlin’. They tumble all on their own. Though for you, I might enjoy the chase.”

“Just couldn’t let a wildflower like you get trampled, now could I? This world could do with more delicate things.”

“When I decide I want something,” he continued, his voice dropping an octave, “I don’t just dip my toe in to test the waters. I dive in headfirst. I’m all in, come hell or high water.”

“I can be a very jealous man. When someone’s mine, I can be downright possessive.”

Some guys bought their girls flowers. I’d cut off some guy’s dick and serve it to her on a silver platter.

“I’m going to have you, Wildflower. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“We can have fun,” I said, my fingers trailing down her stomach. “But don’t fucking tell me it won’t mean anything, Wildflower. You’re my new favorite obsession.”

“I’m not looking for anything serious,” she replied. “Too late,” I murmured.

Wildflowers were resilient. They grew against all odds. And I’d fucking watch her bloom.

For in the end, she was my salvation. And I would fight to the very last breath to keep her safe, to keep her close, and to keep her mine. Forever. She just didn’t know it yet.