Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

People always say that marriage takes work—that it’s just as hard to stay as it is to leave. And I’ve never been a quitter.

“Still looking like a snack,” I say with a smile. We were both always great at flirting.

“Her nails looked like daggers.” “Probably uses them as weapons, too,”

Why am I turned on by the mouth she’s got on her?

The best way to get people to answer questions is to get them to start talking about themselves or gossip.

“You heard that, right? Like, my brain didn’t short circuit from seeing him in that friggin’ pair of Wranglers tonight. WRANGLERS!” she whisper-shouts to Laney. “And he called me a mouthy brat. What the actual fuck?”

“What should we toast to? Punches and pepper spray?” With an unexpected chuckle, she studies the color, swirling the bourbon in her glass. “To bourbon and secrets.”

The way this woman kisses, her entire body participates, and everything outside of us might still exist, but it doesn’t fucking matter.

I open my mouth just as he wraps his lips around the bottle of bourbon. He drinks from it, shifts over my waiting mouth, and then spits. He doesn’t let me savor it. He barely lets me swallow before his lips capture mine again. The bourbon dribbles down the sides of my mouth as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping when he pulls me up onto the bar top and my ass settles on the cool, dark oak. He rakes his fingers down my back, pulling me toward the edge of the bar as I run my fingertips along the back of his neck and into his hair and he lets out a satisfied moan, leaning into it. “Now, tell me you don’t like bourbon,”

I trail my fingers along my skin, from my breast to my center at a punishingly slow pace. “Say please.” He smirks as he rocks his wrist back and forth, jerking himself hard and slow. “Please.” I let out a small moan—he did exactly as I asked. It’s an entirely new kink I didn’t know I had.

“Oh my god,” I moan. He smiles up at me. “Yeah, Peach, I can be that for you too.”

You can worry about what will happen or you can choose to enjoy people while they’re with you.”

hall. Save the Last Dance-style moves roll into the middle of the street “Top That” dance-off from Teen Witch.

Teen witch is a favorite childhood movie. This reference is the cherry on top of this cake

“People always think that you get one great love of your life, but I think whatever asshat said that never considered all the different kinds of love that could show up over the course of a lifetime.”

“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.”

“Foxx . . .” she exhales. “It’s a great last name, Peach. I’d very much like it if you’d make it yours.