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“Fine.” Willa smiles but it’s a scary smile. And then, with one well-placed hip check, the birthday boy goes flying into the water.
she’s got another thing coming. Willa might be a bit of psycho-after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
With a wink over her shoulder, she shoots off, running from me. And something primal in me roars to life. I chase her.
My head shakes and my chest rumbles as I chance a look at her eyes. Clear and certain, so bright. I feel safe when I’m scowling, but it’s getting harder and harder to look at Willa Grant without smiling.
Heartless. That’s what Talia called me in her letter. And I believed her. I still do. But it’s hard to deny the feeling in my chest right now. The ache. The heat.
She smells like oranges and warm grass, refreshing and comforting all at once. She feels like heaven in my hands. And she looks just as wild as I’ve always known she is. But there’s something about seeing her wild for me— giving in for me—that makes me feel more desired than I have in, well, ever.
Yeah, I run. Like a fucking teenager.
shrug. “Spending time with Luke doesn’t really feel like work.” In fact, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
My heart seizes in my chest. Stops right in its fucking tracks. And I can’t look away. I let myself stare, shoulder propped against the doorframe, arms crossed against my chest—my only armor against the intense feelings the sight of Willa snuggling my son stirs up in me.
“I was a sexy one for Halloween one year.” I scowl at her. Internally I’m scowling at myself because my first two thoughts were: 1. Does she still have that costume? 2. How do I track down and kill every guy who saw her wearing it?
Grumpy Cade is hot. Sweet Cade is irresistible.
“You know what you need? Some no-strings-attached sex with the nanny.” My tone is teasing, but I think we both know I’m not joking.
“That’s the thing, Red. There are too many fuckin’ strings with you. Enough to strangle us both. So we’re going to be responsible and ignore whatever this is between us. Because a month from now, we’ll be parting ways. You’re going to live some fabulous, wildly successful life in the city, and I’m going to be here, taking care of this place for the rest of my days. We’re on different paths, you and me.”
“Cade?”
“Will you stay?”’
then I lie here, staring at the ceiling, replaying that look on her face. And feeling sick to my stomach.
I’m going to tell Summer to keep those on lockdown, because they look too fucking good on Willa. She looks too fucking good. Period. And I want to punch someone. Because based on all the turning heads, I’m not the only one who’s noticing how good she looks.
Cowboys as far as the eye can see, right when I’ve realized I’ve only got eyes for one. Over a year of me making jokes to Summer about saving horses and riding cowboys, and I don’t even want the rest of them. I was fine until he took care of me.
not just Cade Eaton the single dad and tireless rancher. I must have a stupid smile on my face as I stare back at him because I feel an elbow nudge against mine. “It’s nice to see someone looking at Cade like that. Defending him like that,” Jasper says. “Like they can see him for who he is rather than the man circumstances forced him to become.”
Jasper continues staring out into the ring, watching the first team ride in on their horses. He sighs deeply, and without sparing me a glance, he says, “If not for the Eaton boys, I’d probably be dead.”
don’t need everyone and their dog knowing I’m head over heels for Luke and well on my way to being the same for his dad.
“I don’t tell Summer what to do. Wouldn’t listen if I tried. That’s the best kind of woman if you ask me.” He winks
When the lights turn into Cade’s driveway and shine at the picturesque rancher, my body sags with relief. This isn’t my home, but . . . I feel like I’m home.
“I think I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. I think you’re too damn tempting and that I’m too damn complicated. I think you smell like him, and I can’t fucking stand that.”
“The gall. The absolute gall to complain that I smell like the man you shipped me off with, who was nothing but a gentleman. The man who, under different circumstances, I might have had fun with because he’s a fun fucking guy. But instead, I spent all night stewing over you, Cade Eaton. You and your grumpy fucking face, and your stupid broad shoulders,
“And double fuck you for being jealous when you have no right. If I smell like him, you smell like bullshit.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”
gentle. Holding his burning glare, I slowly drop to my knees in front of him, tipping my chin up to see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. “I fucking dare you.”
know when a man wants me. And Cade Eaton wants me. He just needs to let himself take me.
“You are fucking torture, Willa Grant.”
“Fucking torture.”
“A man can only take so much before he snaps.”
“Suck, Willa. Prove to me you’re good enough for the job and maybe I’ll give you my cock.”
When he murmurs, “That’s my girl,” while looking me in the eye, nothing in the world has felt more right. My girl.
I don’t care if I’m the one on my knees while he towers above me. The power is mine right now. The power to make him fall apart is mine. And I’m drunk with it.
Flicking the bedside light on, I let my mind wander to stupid Cade Eaton. Big-dicked, strong-biceped, fucking handsome-faced, complicated asshole that he is.
“No.” He holds up a hand. “I’m going to talk. And you’re going to close your mouth and listen. Because if you’d let me finish what I was saying out there, you wouldn’t have spent a single moment in here thinking I don’t want to complicate things with you. I said I promised myself I wouldn’t complicate this with you. You’re young, you’re restless, and I’m truthfully too fucking jealous to do anything casual with you.” He runs a hand through his hair, giving the ends a frustrated little tug. “I’ve watched you with my son. I’ve watched you, period. I’ve longed for you. I went crazy tonight
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“No. I don’t want to talk anymore. Unless it’s to hear you explain why you think I’d let you suck me off and then not return the favor. What kind of assholes you been dating, Red?”
“Now, get on your back. I want to watch you squirm while I taste you for the first time.”
“Why are you smiling? It’s creepy. You never smile.” I shake my head at her. “I smile. You just miss them because it’s when I’m staring at your ass. And I’m smiling now because I’m really looking forward to this.”
Until she bites down on my bottom lip, squeezes my head in her hands, and says, “Cade Eaton, if you stop undressing me, I will absolutely lose my mind and hide in my bedroom every night touching myself while thinking about how fucking hot sucking your cock on the front porch was.”
“I’m a fucking goner for you, Red. Watching you squirm? Listening to you moan my name? What am I supposed to do now?”
“Fuck me. You’re supposed to fuck me.”
“Right here, Red?”
“Cade,” her lips part on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.” “He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me. And I’m done asking nicely. I’m ready to take.”
“I’m going to peel these skin-tight jeans off of you and enjoy a taste of what I already know is going to be a perfect little cunt.”
“Take it then, Cade. Taste me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I’ll forget my own name. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m yours tonight.”
I lean down between her legs, taking a gentle bite of her flesh through the fabric, drawing a whimper from her lips. “And whose name are you going to scream when you come?” “Yours.” I internally beat my chest when her response comes so quickly.
