Wild Thing (The Wild Westbrooks #5; The Brighton Family #1)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

“Sorry about the black eye,” she mutters quietly. Her fingertips come up and graze over the bruised, delicate skin where she clocked me in the face last night. I probably deserved that.

this relationship seems to be going swimmingly

Damn—this girl really does it for me. She’s so fucking beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. All over.

“And you have nice boobs. Most of you is nice, actually. The boobs. The ass. The face.” I scrunch up my nose. “Not the attitude, though. The attitude sucks.”

“Mouthy girl. If I had more time with you, I’d train you to be good. Like a little puppy.”

oh no… 👱‍♀️ what is happening to me? 🐶

my tough girl

mmm claiming her already

“Eww. Morning breath…”

I was literally thinking about this the whole time

She laughs. “You’re a cornball. Get over here.” She grabs at my shirt and kisses me again. And again. And one more time. Like she can’t get enough. Fuck.

Then she turns and peeks at the life-like latex doll perched atop the mess of shoes and clothes and luggage in the backseat of my car.

HELLO?!? EW!!

Tough Girl blows a kiss at my inanimate lady-friend.

i would crumble and die inside if i hooked up with a guy that had a latex sex doll in his car

I always fucking do this. Find the fixer-upper girls. The ones that are running from something. The ones that are broken. I try to fix them and instead, they end up breaking me. Not this time. I’m changing the pattern.

Mr. I Can Fix Her

These pink and white tiger-patterned things are absolutely ruined because of that sexy, arrogant bastard who made me come three times in the same night.

OH HO HO HO HOOO

My gaze shifts to the bruises and love bites I left on her throat just a few short hours ago. Internally, I groan. Yup. I’m a goner.

It’s decided. I’m stuck spending the summer with Sexy Stranger from the Motel.

More importantly, how am I supposed to survive a summer sharing the same roof with her? Especially knowing what she sounds like, what she feels like, what it’s like to bury my face between her thighs?

I find the group chat with my parents and my four sisters.

he has four sisters, she has four brothers. wowwwww

In theory, the second rule sounds so simple—No doing it with Karli. But with the way my body reacts to this woman, I can already tell that keeping rule number two all summer is going to be hard as hell.

“Did Archer move in?” Layla asks in a rush. Then a red flush heats up her face.

and then the next book is like layla and archer

I try not to chafe visibly. Yeah. Sisters are off-limits.

HEHEHEHEHHEHE

“Again, you brought a horrendous blow-up doll to town with you.” I try lamely to defend myself. “My asshole cousins shoved it in my car before I left town. They thought it was funny.” “Your cousins. Sure.”

hate that the blow up doll keeps making appearances, i hate that fucking thing!!

But before I can get comfy, there’s a loud crack. And then the chair is in pieces. And I’m sprawled out on my ass on the floor. Fucking hell!

damn this town hates him

I turn around just in time to see my new roommate stroll in with grocery bags dangling from his bulging arms, frowning at his phone. And I may be puffy-eyed and covered in snot and brimming with overwhelming emotions, but damn, Dr. Pretty Boy is rocking that messy look. He’s rocking it so good. Disheveled hair. Crooked tie. Rumpled button down. A tiny scuff on his shiny leather shoe. Hell—even his fading black eye is kind of hot. As I mentally eat him up, my mind blanks out. Wait—what is it I was crying about again?

Geez. It’s like I’m seventeen all over again, instead of a twenty-four year old who should have her shit together by now.

literally me

Rainbow truly is a gem here in Starlight Falls, with her warm, nurturing aura and her spunky personality. She’s this fascinating ethereal woman with vibrant, multi-color dyed hair and tin bangles adorning both of her thin arms. Not to mention that she can make you rethink your entire existence with one wise and kindly-delivered nugget of advice.

so far, this book feels like it has too much set up for a series of books. i just feel like book series are more interesting if the characters appear in the other books for a bit, but you don’t know much about them. knowing about rainbow just doesn’t help the plot so far???

“Pick your jaws up off the table,” I snap at my friends. “You’re practically drooling.” My eyes pass over the street and I quickly realize that my girlfriends aren’t the only ones affected by the sight of the new doctor in town. Some woman walks right into a utility pole, too busy staring in Mason’s direction to pay attention to where she’s going. Another lady spills her grocery bag, limes and lemons rolling down the sidewalk. A car horn honks. Tires squeal.

okayy doctor mcsteamy

“That’s like saying, oh, it’s just Jason Momoa. It’s just Chris Hemsworth. It’s just Ryan Gosling. Girl, you need your head checked."

jason mamoa is like old people sexy

“The new doctor in town.” My (former) friend blushes hard. “I heard. I’m Layla.”

hehe former

“So, that little peace treaty of ours—which clause deals with that awkward moment when we see each other in public?”

If I’m not mistaken, I heard some girl mumbling about an ongoing opinion poll on which Brighton brother is the best kisser. Not sure if that’s a joke or not but it sounds sort of nasty, if you ask me.

it does sound pretty nasty

“My personal trainer says I need to sweat more. If you know what I mean.” She winks. Oh, god.

And just like that, I’ve figured out my newest fantasy. Sexy—drunk—librarian.

My heart is pounding madly as I close my arms around her. For a long, loaded moment, we just stay like that. Holding each other. Holding our breaths. Like we’re waiting to see if the couch will grow fangs or swallow us whole. After the longest while, Karli releases a deep, pained exhale. Her body relaxes. And I hold her tighter. “Fuck—I needed that,” she whispers into the collar of my shirt. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe her in, unable to deny how good she smells. How good her curves feel. Can’t lie—I needed that, too.

“You have a way with words, Dr. Pretty Boy. I think you might have picked the wrong profession.” The tiny smile she gives me is unlike anything I’ve witnessed before. “What profession should I be in?” I dare to ask. She fans her cheeks and laughs softly. “You should be, like…like…a phone sex operator. Or a vibrator salesman,” she bursts out.

But being a grumpy asshole all day, every day is a choice. And it’s getting old. Frankly I’m tired of being mad at the world. And I’m over it.

I try not to leer at his perfectly muscular body but he’s wearing a pair of low-slung gym shorts hugging his delicious glutes and one of those white sleeveless undershirt thingies showing off his big, corded arms.

tank top? wife beater?

“Aww. You give such good relationship advice. Your latex girlfriend is so lucky to have a man like you who treats her right.” Murder. That’s the look in Mason’s eyes when he yanks the sex doll out of my arms.

LMAOOO

I roll the remains of the latex woman into a ball and stuff it into the recycle bin. Good riddance. Finally. I hope.

I better not hear about this damn sex doll again

Jesus. The way this woman is looking at me right now, it sets my blood on fire. Dinner was delicious but if Karli gave me the chance, I’d eat her the fuck up.

My hand grips the arm of my chair as I try to control myself. But the reality is, I’m one second away from losing my shit and kissing her.

Forbidden visuals take form in my head. The temptation to corner her against the wall, slip my hands under her T-shirt, fill my palms with the gorgeous breasts that have been torturing me all night. Or I could stretch her out on these hardwood floors, drape her legs over my shoulders and completely devour her pussy. Or force her to her knees in front of the starlit window and make her open her pretty mouth for me.

“The town is two minutes from issuing a citation for this crap. What kind of man doesn’t take care of the yard work?” As Archer pulls his supplies out of the truck, he carries on with his weird grumbly rant about a real man needing to provide for his family and handle his responsibilities. He ends his tirade with a grunt.

cute :3

Teasing this man brings me large amounts of joy. So much joy. I can’t even explain why.

“Wait, wait, wait. Saying that I have the hots for you and saying that I think you look…good…are two entirely different things.” He rubs his big hands together. “Ooh! So now you admit that I look good? We’re getting somewhere.”

“Hmm. Maybe you’re projecting. I think it’s pretty obvious that you’re in love with me.”

“Baby. Is. Crowning. Now.” Yvonne is lying on her back now, with her own hand snaking under her dress. “Uh—huh,” she confirms.

LMAOOO

But that kiss? Definitely not safe. Definitely not following my rules. And the worst part? I want to fucking kiss her again. More than I want to breathe. I want to lay her on the nearest surface, strip her down to her tiger-striped cotton panties and kiss every damn inch of her, if I’m being perfectly honest.

Including the idiot intern leaning over the counter and blatantly hitting on my Karli. Shit. Not mine. Just Karli.

Meanwhile, I die a little bit inside. On top of everything, Karli Brighton is officially my co-worker now. This is turning into the clusterfuck of the century.

Her head snaps up immediately. She stabs her finger in the air, pointing at me and seething. “You! You kissed me!” she clips accusingly, nostrils flaring.

aww

I hear Karli’s voice the moment I step into the hall. Just the sound of it does something to my chest. Because now I’m thinking about the way she whimpered in shock when I pushed her against that shelving unit and kissed her in the supply closet.

“Thanks, man. I would, but I’m going back home to Honey Hill on Friday night.” And I can’t fucking wait.

sure jan