Off the Grid (Full Throttle, #1)

by K. Bromberg

“You good? I mean, I know I’m feeling good and all, but whew, that was one for the ages.”

“I’m here because one”—he holds a finger up—“I’m not interested and two”—another exaggerated motion of two fingers out—“you didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want you to be alone . . . so?” He shrugs like what he just said is nothing. He just rocked the world beneath my feet.

“I’d remember all right. Especially when it comes to you.” I pause. “I have a feeling you’re the kind of woman who leaves a mark.”

“You’ve seen the goods, Cami. You like the goods. Go forth and finally fuck the goods.”

“You’re a fucking goddess. All wet for me. So ready for my cock.”

A request for some company on a weekend afternoon jog resulted in us slamming against the closed door just as we got home and having rip-the-clothes-off-each-other sex.

How did I think she wasn’t my type? Baggy clothes. Some clothes. No clothes. The woman is downright sexy as sin. “Please tell me you’re not asking me to fuck you in the paddock?”

What you do to me? Ruin me. Wreck me. Own me.

There’s only one person I want to run and hug fiercely. There’s only one man I’m slowly falling for. And that was never supposed to happen.

“I’ll come up for air when I’m goddamn good and ready. But right now, fucking drown me.”

“You look stunning, Cam. With clothes. Without clothes. With the Camilla uniform. Without it. The clothes don’t define you or your beauty, this does.” He taps on my chest just above my heart and every part of me grows weak from his words.

“Let’s stop playing this game, Gasket.” “What game?” “The no-strings one. I’m in love with you. Can’t you see that? Baggy clothes. No clothes. A Mount Everest of clothes, I don’t fucking care. You’re it for me, Camilla. The kind of it I never expected, I never wanted. I thought love was for weak men and saps. I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong. Hands down. Head over heels wrong. You drive me crazy but fuck if that madness doesn’t make me love you more. You challenge me. You make me the kind of man who would give up his dream because it’s the right thing to do. And that’s fucking saying a lot. Because I would. I did. And I’d do it a million times over if that’s what you needed, because I’m in fucking love with you.”