Bourbon Lullaby (Bourbon Canyon)

by Walker Rose

“Stiffness is overrated.” His expression froze for a heartbeat before his gaze intensified. “Stiffness is never overrated, Ms. Kerrigan, under the right circumstances.”

“I crave the way you come, Wynn.” The force of his thrusts grew. “I fucking love the way you taste. I could have you every night.”

He might be the guy I wanted, but he wasn’t the partner I deserved. Just like he’d said.

“I deserve to be wooed. I deserve flowers and nice dinners and real conversation.” I lifted my chin. “I deserve to be trusted. I deserve to be treasured. I deserve so much more than the scraps you gave me. The scraps you tossed my way because you knew I’d follow the scent like a mouse heading toward a trap. Only there was no trap, just an empty cage and a selfish man.”