Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

Say Yes To Heaven | Lana Del Rey

Swim | Chase Atlantic

Panties may become ruined in the reading of this novel.

Good thing I'm not wearing any😂😂

I’m About To Start Barking

“Jesus, Everett. You’re like a panting dog.” Ryan laughs at me. “I’m about to start barking.”

I’m being honest, a good lay who won’t call me afterward.” I can’t help the laugh that bursts out.

“I have to see what I’m working with here.” “Ah, baby,” I rasp against her lips. “Let me show you.” Before she can get in another word, my mouth is on hers.

“Lift your legs for me, cariño.” She immediately listens as she hooks her leg around my waist. “You listen so well,”

kissed her breathless, stealing her words and doubts with my mouth. Then, I did the exact same thing with my cock when I shoved her skirt above her hips, slipped a condom on, and sank inside her slowly. I felt drunk on her, and I didn’t have it in me to move us to the couch, or even the desk. I needed her immediately. I needed her against the door.

Our position allows me to fuck her rough, and I swear, she’s the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever been inside. She fits me like a goddamn glove. She takes every fucking inch, meets me thrust for thrust as I slam her body against the wood. “Harder,” she moans. Fuck. “Are you flexible, baby?”

doesn’t open her eyes or close her parted lips as she nods lightly. I grasp under her knee and hike her body up, swooping underneath her other leg until she’s completely airborne and both her calves are hanging off my biceps. The movement brings her hips inward and her ass outward, allowing me the freedom to pump faster and fuck deeper. “Oh my–” She inhales a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there.”

I’m losing my mind as my pace increases to a reckless rhythm. Electric heat shoots down my back, gathering in my spine.

“I’m going to–” “That’s it, cariño. Come for me. You’re taking it so well.”

“Fuck!” The word is soft, sweet, and breathless as it falls from her lips on a cry. She becomes impossibly tight, and my mind scatters as the heat inside my spine explodes into white-hot pleasure. Her release floods over me as she screams out in ecstasy.

I’m still holding her against the wall—still inside her—but I feel frozen, unable to pull out or pull back. The moment stretches on for what feels like forever and not even a second at the same time. She’s just…so pretty. Unbelievably so.

She accepts my kiss. She gives it back. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She clasps her arms around my neck and tightens her grip on me, forcing us closer. I suck her bottom lip beneath my teeth, giving myself the allowance to get swept up in her.

As I step back to remove the condom, her eyes go wide while a soft gasp leaves her mouth. “Oh my God.” I glance down and realize for the first time the wet spot spreading across the bottom half of my t-shirt.

I wasn’t kidding when I’d thought she’d exploded, flooded me with her release. Fuck, that’s hot.

I want to see her come like that a thousand times. A million.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmurs as she stands and lets out a forced laugh. “Normally, I can only do that to myself.”

“Sorry? Why are—” “Well, that was fun. I’m sorry again about…”

“Um, anyway. Have a nice life.” “No, wait—”

“Dammit.” Heading back inside, my friends are shooting me shit-eating grins as I walk to the bar to pay my tab. “I’ve never seen a woman run out of this bar so fast.” Ryan laughs. “Fuck off,” I grumble.

I stress bake. This isn’t news to me. I’ve always known I bake when I’m overthinking, but as I stare down at the massive mixing bowl full of brownie batter and the clock on the microwave that reads one-thirty-four am, I realize it may be an issue.

Leo says he doesn’t think so. Dad’s too intimidated by him.

God, he was gorgeous, though. Thick arms, corded muscles, and all those tattoos. He’s exactly my type, and fuck, if I didn’t cling to his body like a bear on a tree branch.

“Lucy went to bed around nine-thirty.” Lucy. Child of many nicknames, my daughter is. With a birth name like Lucille, it’s bound to happen.

mean, who puts Tupperware in the cabinets? It needs to go in a drawer. It’s all a mess.”

“Dahlia.” I jump at the voice, boxes of brownies falling to the ground. That familiar voice, like a caress of recurring nightmares. It echoes through the chamber in my chest, my past and present morphing together in the worst possible way. Breath stalls in my lungs, and I become a true statue as I feel his presence at my back.

squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to turn around. Willing him away. Willing him out of my existence. He can’t be here. He isn’t here.

“Dahlia.” His harsh tone rings through my consciousness again, clear as haunting bells. I summon all the courage I have left and turn around to face Dane And...

“What do you mean ‘why?’”

“You know exactly why. You ignore my calls and run away? You don’t have the right. I’ve been searching for you. Had to follow you here.”

“How did you find us?” My voic...

This was supposed to be a fresh start, a way to escape that forever. But he’s here. And I’m alone.

“How did you find us?” I ask again. “My daughter runs off from her wedding with some D-list celebrity athlete. It’s not hard to figure out where she went. Then, you disappear after that shit you pulled a few weeks ago? It wasn’t a stretch to assume you followed.

“Darby finds herself a millionaire, Lord knows you’ll be riding those coattails.”

“I told you all I wanted was for you to leave us alone. I’m trying to protect my sister and my daughter. From you.”

don’t know what you were hoping for in coming here, but you can leave. Let us move on.”

“Not so quick, darlin’.”

“We’re not done. You’ve got something that belongs to me.” “No.”

“Do we have a problem here?” I recognize that voice too.

The man from the bar, who’s looking at the grip around my arm with enough heat to melt through iron. “Get your fucking hand off her.”

He immediately lets go of her arm and steps back. I preen at the kernel of fear in his eyes.

“Need my saving once again, huh, cariño?”

“It never did take you long, did it, Dahlia?”

“Suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” I watch her physically flinch at the blow of his words, and then I see red as rage overtakes me. “You’ve always been a slut.” Dahlia recoils back from him, and I watch as she shrinks in on herself, as the words land.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me.”

“I’m gonna ask you nicely to leave my store.” I

“You’re never going to speak about her like that again. I don’t want to hear Dahlia’...