RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy

It was a bit disconcerting to realize he felt the same way.

Opposites do attract after all. The expression was right. But if he had his way, only for one night.

For some reason that thought was like a splash of cold water. I turned away from him, putting my seat belt back on. I wasn't angry anymore. I almost felt... hurt.

"Take me home please."

He ran his hands through his hair and nodded.

"Sure. But this isn't over."

I had a terrible feeling that he was right about that.





Chapter Eight Jackson





The damn woman had turned me down. After I'd kissed her silly. And she'd kissed me back!

She was the most oppositional woman I'd ever met.

She was a pain in ass. A real ball buster. A stuck up prude!

She was also the first woman to get more than half-hearted interested from me since-well- ever.

I'd dated my share of girls over the years. Plenty of them. Loads. But the past decade had been almost exclusively meaningless flings. They took care of a temporary need, but nothing more.

No entanglements. No relationship. No repeats.

That's what I was after with my new, pain in the ass, gorgeous as hell next-door neighbor. One night of pure unadulterated, break the headboard sex. Then we would go our separate ways. It was just what I needed.

Right?

I glanced at her. She was staring straight ahead, ignoring me. She looked annoyed with me. Not that that was anything new.

But it didn't matter. She'd kissed me back. The second time anyway. I touched my cheek where she'd slapped it and grinned. I turned into her long driveway and stole a glance at her again.

This time I let my eyes wander over her tits and down to her long, lean legs.

Hmmfff... the girl was put together right!

"Jackson!"

I looked up, stopping just in time. I'd almost hit Elle's car. Whoops.

It wasn't my fault Angelina's legs were so damn distracting.

She was glaring at me again as she undid her seatbelt.

"You are a terrible driver!"

I leaned towards her. Enough was enough with this woman. I wasn't having her sass for another damn minute!

"No. I'm not."

"Yes. You are."

"I'm a fine driver. I was just distracted."

"By what? We are in the middle of nowhere!"

"By you."

Her pretty little mouth opened in that way she had and I grabbed her. My tongue plunged into her sweet, warm mouth again and again. I wasted no time putting my hands where I wanted them. On her hips.

She had damn good hips. Soft and just right for a man's hands. They'd be perfect leverage when I-

"Ouch!"

I stared at her in shock. One minute she was kissing me back and the next she was-

"Ouch!"

She'd slapped me. Twice in the last fifteen minutes.

That had to be some sort of a record.

"You have quite a temper Miss Angelina."

"It's Ms. Randall!"

I smirked as she got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. I watched her ass as it shimmied a bit with each step. She was stomping her cute little feet, angry as all get out.

She slammed the front door behind her too. I got out and stretched, then meandered over to the door. I wondered how long it would take her to remember that it was her car, and that I still had her keys.

I leaned against the door jam, whistling as I looked up at the stars.

A minute later the door slammed open. I hadn't known it was possible to angrily open a door, but she did it. The woman had style, that was for sure.

I smirked at her as she huffed at me. But she didn't realize that I was the big bad wolf in this scenario. Not her.

She was the little piggy.

"Forget something?"

She glared at me, holding out her hand.

"Keys."

I lifted them up slowly and dropped them into her palm.

"Now go!"

"Sure thing. Just send Elle out. She's my ride and it's getting chilly out here. Unless you'd rather keep me warm..."

She started to say something and then stopped. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. I stifled a laugh as she shut the door in my face again. I spoke real loud just to be sure she could hear me.

"See you tomorrow sunshine."





Angelina





The man was impossible! He was incorrigible! He was a jerk!

I was upstairs, cleaning ferociously. The bathroom was already clean. Or cleanish. My room was getting there. I sprayed some vinegar onto a crumpled up newspaper and rubbed it briskly over the window facing my bed.

I loved the view from up here. Unfortunately when I woke up this morning, I'd realized that it was filthy. I'd already cleaned it once. I suspected it might take a few tries to actually get the years of accumulated dust and grime off of it.

Downstairs I heard Casey and Elle walking to the front door.

"Bye Elle!"

"Good night Casey. Night Angelina!"

"Goodnight!"

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