Going Wild (The Wild Ones, #2)

by C.M. Owens

“I mean it, Kylie. Don’t do anything crazy like crashing your car into a pool again. You’ll have to pretend to be normal for a couple of months and forget your raising. We won’t be there to back you up,” he goes on. “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.

“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.

“See you tomorrow, Pretty Prick,” I say over my shoulder as I sashay away in my awesome boots.

Wild Ones Tip #68 We’re the nicest fuckers you’re ever gonna know. (Kidding. If that’s true, you’ve lived a sad life.)

It takes no time at all to realize that Kylie Malone just does whatever in the hell she wants. And it’s usually the nice thing.

Apparently we’re not going to discuss the fact she didn’t have to speak to utterly terrify a girl.

I try not to laugh. I forgot how easy it was for him to do this to me. The uncontrollable grins. The freaking stupid-girl giggles. The vagina butterflies.

Her father smiles, while I keep my mouth shut. Smart men live in silence. Talkers die mysteriously and their bodies never turn up.

“So help me, if you say I need to follow my heart, I will punch you in the tit,” I warn her. “Which tit?” she asks seriously. “The left one, of course. I know you favor the right.” She nods like that’s acceptable.

Wild Ones Tip #109 We’re the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard.

“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.”

Wild Ones Tip #257 We hit first and ask questions later. But no nipple twisting allowed. Keep it classy.