Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

“She has a matching beauty mark.” Lily points to the right apple of her cheek. “It’s like we’re soulmates.”

“Is that a knife strapped to your leg?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just think I was happy to see you, Foxx?”

“You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.” “What do I want, then, hmm?” A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

“You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.” I can feel her smile before I see it.

“You’re pretty when you’re pissed off too, Foxx. Too bad I couldn’t get you to moan for me this time.”

“Believe me when I say that I’ve tried to forget. But those sounds you made . . . The way you came so beautifully for me . . .” He lets out a small laugh, and my stomach swoops. “That’s not something a man forgets.” When he moves a few inches closer, I have to suppress a shiver. “So no, I didn’t forget your name. You’re making that really fucking hard for me.”

“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”

I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.

“You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”

With Lincoln Foxx, it feels bigger than a simple word like love. When I’m with him, it feels like home.

“I never planned on loving you, Peach. But now, I never plan on stopping.”