Forever Never

by Lucy Score

Remington Honeysuckle Ford. Remi Honey to family. Trouble to him. Hell.

Twelve years ago, he’d torn her heart in two. Seven years after that, he’d shattered it into pieces. She’d yet to forgive either of them for it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t still appreciate him being the poster child for testosterone.

“That’s Magnus. Pretend you didn’t see him. He thinks he’s invisible,” Brick said, finally finding his words.

He was a man. An adult. He could control his baser reactions, damn it.

Dear Josephine Baker in heaven. She couldn’t have been more hypnotized by that obscene length of dick if he’d taken it out and swung it back and forth in front of her eyes.

🤣🤣

“Good girl,” he said.

“You don’t need someone who can keep up. You need someone who can lock you up.” “I’m not opposed to either. I assume the right guy will be able to do both,” she quipped.

He’d known the second she walked into the bar. The atmosphere changed on a dime. The air electrified as if a storm had rolled in.

“Well, since you’re grabbing my ass, it’s only fair I get to grab yours.” Drunk Remi had her own logic, and it was always, always flawed. Pondering this flaw, he nearly took a header into a picket fence when she grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. Hard. “Remi, if you don’t behave yourself, I’m going to leave you in Sam Earl’s trash can.”

Pondering this flaw, he nearly took a header into a picket fence when she grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. Hard.

“Good thing I never thought about you that way,” Spencer said smugly. “Thanks for taking my virginity, by the way.” “Hey oh!” Remi smirked. They high-fived,

LOL

She grinned up at him and then froze. “Hey. Did I say anything about butt bongos the other night?” “Yes. Yes, you did.” “Damn it. I was afraid of

“You didn’t call, but I came anyway. That’s the way this works. You will always be my problem.”

Cleetus was a sturdy mount, but she doubted he’d be okay with them fucking on him.

“I need to bend you over and peel down those wet panties so I can turn your cheeks red with my hand.”

🥵

“Good girl.”

“Brick, honey. You show up here in last night’s crumpled bartending get-up, missing buttons, glowing brighter than the sun with two love bites on your neck.”

🤭

His brother snorted. “That’ll go well. What kind of lining do you want for your casket?” “Flannel,” Brick said, shooting the smallest of grins over his shoulder as he stomped down the hall.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve never not loved you,”

“Stop settling for pieces, Brick. Take all of me.”