Going Wild (The Wild Ones, #2)

by C.M. Owens

When Heath’s muddy foot brushes my boot, my body turns to stone, and I slowly look down. A hushed silence falls over the yard. No one moves. Even the creatures of the forest seem to freeze in place, terrified of what I may or may not do. My red. Beautiful. Shiny. Awesome Boots. Mud. Dirty. Mucky. Mud. “Oh shit,” Heath says on a hiss.

“I won’t be as psychotic as you raised me to be anywhere but Tomahawk,” I tell him, crossing my heart with my index finger. “Promise?” he asks. “Promise.”

“I’m very sober. Are you counting my shots?” I ask, shooting the drink without thinking about the fact he might have done something to it. I’m not used to having to be wary. If I feel funny in a second, I’m going to karate chop his dick so hard that he’ll have to fuck a girl around a corner to deal with the new angle it’ll have.

“You truly are a beautiful man,” I say on a long sigh as I release the sides of his face. “Beautiful?” he asks, laughing lightly. “Yes. A beautiful…prick.” I pat the side of his cheek, and all the humor in his expression disappears. “See you tomorrow, Pretty Prick,” I say over my shoulder as I sashay away

Wild One Tip #222 Don’t fight us when we’re saving your damn life. Otherwise, we might decide to just let you die.

“You’ve slept beside me every night. Laid against my side daily. My dick is hard as stone every time you’re around. I just thought I’d return the favor, since you seem to be immune to me.” My breath hisses through my lips when his hand dips into my panties, and he kisses my neck as his finger slips against the wet proof that

His eyes are blue. Like really blue. And his hair is blond. He’s like my own sexed-up version of an anatomically correct Ken doll. With a strong jaw and a constant mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I arch an eyebrow, and he snaps his head toward me. “You laugh at army brat and law enforcement brat, but you merely quirk an eyebrow at mob boss’s daughter?” he asks, his look incredulous. My smile grows. “No. Not a mob boss’s daughter. But kudos for thinking outside the box.”

See? The thing with the Vincents is that they want you to think they’re stupid. When really, they’re fucking brilliant. It’s all part of their camouflage.

“Lilah’s wedding is tomorrow. It’s last minute, but can you come?” I choke on my steak. “What? I just talked to her yesterday and she didn’t mention a wedding.” “She doesn’t know she’s getting married yet,” Hale says. “But I talked to Benson too,” I argue. “He doesn’t know he’s getting married yet,” Killian explains.

Unless she and I fought. We’ve fought before. It never works out so well for me. In my defense, she’s always fighting with her hellion brothers. My cousins run from me, never letting me practice on them because they’re massive and worried I’ll hurt myself if I hit them too hard. It’s really not fair. My size leaves everyone underestimating me all the time. “I should introduce you

“What the hell?” Killian barks, looking at Benson as he bends and starts untying his feet. “You really think Lilah hasn’t tied me up and tried to leave me on the bed all day a few times now? I learned a long time ago how to get free from ropes, even before I started dating her, because I knew one day I would be dating her.”

“You don’t tame a Wild One,” Hale says loudly, then grunts like he just got hit. Both of us look over to where the bushes are shaking. I roll my eyes. Hale stands, and Killian shakes his head. “You can’t tame a Wild One,” Hale says again to Liam, grinning. “You just go wild.”

Lilah takes a seat with a piece of cake, not even concerned with the madness as she eats it, ducking for a stray fish to fly over her head without ever looking up.

All the while, Lilah has finished up her cake, and now she’s dabbing the corners of her lips like a dainty little princess. Not one drop of dirt or paint is on her beautifully white dress.

She looks completely polished and put together, despite the fact we just went to war. She’s the kind of pretty that makes you instantly hate a girl, but then she’s also really awkward and adorable, so you hate her more for making you adore her. And at the same time, you sort of freaking love her too. She’s complicated like that.

Those muscles of his are very distracting. He winks when he catches me gawking. “Terrible shame the way you’ve let yourself go,” I state wryly.

Wild Ones Tip #18 Wild Ones won’t intentionally kill you. But shit happens. Buckle up. Wear a helmet. Sign a waiver. You know, the usual.

“Sugar is the main component of Killian’s and Hale’s diets, and they still maintain a six-pack with ease,” I decide to say with a mocking lilt. He cuts his eyes toward me. “I’m aware. Thanks for pointing that out.”

Her father smiles, while I keep my mouth shut. Smart men live in silence. Talkers die mysteriously and their bodies never turn up. Now I’m wondering if they end up with the beards. I mean the…bears.

“Well? No threats from any of you lot either?” she demands. They all shrug, unconcerned. “I think you’d be less likely to try to beat on us if you were getting laid regularly,” one of them says.

“Yesterday, my girl was herself for the first time in a long time. Today, she comes traipsing in here without a speck of blue paint on her. You make sure she stays that way. I see one new painting with blue, and I’ll tear your limbs off one-by-one and feed them to the fucking bears, before I turn the rest of these goons loose on you.”

“I don’t do open relationships,” I decide to say. Might as well list all the things I won’t do. Far shorter list than the list of things I will do.

I don’t notice the condom box in his hand at first, because he’s sort of still, you know, really freaking hard. My eyes are otherwise occupied. When I do look up, he’s smirking as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth. I’d be smirking too if I looked like that naked.

It’s not the frenzied, uncontrollable sex I expected. It’s slow, sensual, almost as though he’s worshiping my body with his. Each movement is calculated, drawing out maximum pleasure as he slowly sends me closer and closer to that edge.

say

stay

“Roses are red. Violets are blue. God made us pretty. What happened to you?”

“Back on topic: If a guy gave up his life, chased me here—of all places—and was totally cool with just how crazy my family and I are, I’d give him a ring.”

I like never knowing what tomorrow is going to bring, though it would be an entertaining schedule to read if half of these things were planned.” I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face because I totally get a visual of that sort of calendar.

She knows her power over me, but likes to pretend she doesn’t. Or maybe she doesn’t know, and I like to pretend she does.

“You calling me stupid?” he asks, scowling. “No. I just think you have bad luck when you try to speak and think at the same time.”

“If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I’d fart,” Jason grumbles, and I start laughing as well.

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I try to stop acting like a damn spaz before I ruin this thing with my fear of ruining things.

The water drips down each crevice of his sculptured body that should come with warning labels. Everything about Liam should come with a warning. Warning: Super hot guy with this easy-going, fun attitude and a crazy that almost matches mine with eerie perfection, and this incredible way of always making me smile.

“So when does the fighting begin?” I ask curiously. As if cued, the chorus screams, “Born to be wild,” starts playing, and several of the Malones start pounding their chests like gorillas. The Vincents howl loudly into the air. Then everyone but me charges into action. I stand still while nodding to myself. “Of course we were waiting on the chorus,” I say under my breath, dodging the first weird snake-hand strike from Jason before slamming my fist into his side. This is my Friday.

“Fine. Let’s do this before they start enjoying themselves too much,” I groan as I pull my boots off and put them to the side.

I take a seat, because this is far more entertaining than fighting with Jason. Speaking of Jason, he returns with a beer and hands it to me, like he’s been anticipating his show.

Everyone out at this unholy hour is dancing like it’s just a part of life, and most of them are actually good at it. Fuckers.

The Vincents start having a dance-off with the Malones, and my smile spreads as I take the Malone side against them. “I regret not giving him to the Vincents now,” George says when he gawks at my…not so skillful moves.