Roped In

“I didn’t think you’d hear me,” I whispered breathlessly.

“You’d be surprised what I notice, princess.” He trailed a finger down my cheek to my rapidly beating heart. “Like how your heart is racing right now. I didn’t know I had that effect on you.” I blew out a nervous breath and he smiled, his lips getting closer to mine. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because once I say the words, I can’t take them back.”

He brought his hands to my face, his thumbs tracing my cheeks. “Maybe this will help.” His lips closed over mine and I melted against him, willingly giving in. I’d never been kissed like that and I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more. He pushed his tongue inside and I moaned as the heat rose between my legs. Holy hell, I wanted him. Rocking my hips up into him, I dug my nails in his back and he growled, pulling away.

“Fuck, Hadley.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, breathing hard.

He brushed the hair off my face and kissed me again. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

I nodded. He said exactly what I was thinking. “I know how you feel.”





Blake

What the fuck am I doing? I’d wanted to kiss Hadley since the first time she’d opened her smart mouth, but being with someone like her would only cause me problems. Once she went back to California, she’d move on with her life and I’d only be a distant memory.

What did I care anyway? I could have a different girl every night if I wanted. The problem was, I didn’t want just any girl. I wanted the one I could only have for a short while. That seemed to be a trend of mine, wanting the women who would never belong to me. Reach for the stars, my mother always told me. I literally was reaching for a star, a country star.

“Want some hot chocolate?” Hadley called out.

I threw on a shirt and joined her in the kitchen. She’d changed out of her wet clothes and into a pair of pink pajama pants and a tank top. She leaned over the counter, her tits bulging out of the top. Jesus help me, she was going to kill me and didn’t even realize it.

“Actually, I’ll just take a beer.” I grabbed one out of the refrigerator and guzzled it down.

“Slow down there, killer,” she teased. “You’re not sulking because I won the bet are you?”

I threw the bottle away and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly and I could see she wanted me. It made my dick so fucking hard, especially when she rubbed up against it. She bit her lip and smiled, teasing me with her half-lidded blue eyes. What the hell was I going to do? I was supposed to keep her safe, not put my dick in her.

“No, I’m hoping if I get a buzz, those pink Mexican boots you order tonight won’t look so bad.”

She burst out laughing. “Speaking of which, can I use your laptop? I want to get those ordered up before you try to change my mind.”

I nodded toward my computer. “Go. I don’t want to spoil your fun. You just better not take any pictures of me in them. If I find them in a tabloid, I’ll hunt you down.”

Giggling, she pushed me away and grabbed my laptop. “I think I might like that.”

So would I. While she snickered at the computer, I started dinner. I wasn’t about to trust a woman to use my grill. Stepping outside, I fired it up and watched the sun set behind the mountains. It made me wonder how many days I had to wait around while amateurs tried to find her stalker. She pounded on the window from inside. When I turned around, she pointed to my phone on the counter.

“You have a call,” she shouted.

I rushed inside and scooped it up. “Yeah?” I answered, hoping I made it in time. I didn’t have the number programmed in my phone, but I knew who it was.

“Mr. Evans, how are you?” he asked. It was George Rivers, Hadley’s father. She was still searching for those fucking boots, so I snuck back outside.

“I’m fine. Yourself?”

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