Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

“He’d rather have a plate of homemade cookies than a blowjob,” Hayden said, hobbling to the counter.

Mase nodded. “True dat. Any chick can learn to give a great blowjob, but learning to make killer desserts is a fucking art form.”

Kyler followed Anton into the kitchen. He smirked at me. “Sierra looked a little mussed up when she walked by. Were you making time in the kitchen? Or did you go back outside and get distracted looking for that poor lost pussy?”

“Jesus, Kyler.”

He laughed. “Don’t even fucking start with me, West. I owe you.”

“But when you two do finally find the balls to get balling, don’t do it here, okay?” Hayden said. “I don’t need to hear you doing my cousin, cuz.”

“I find this whole cousin stuff…disconcerting,” Mase said.

“Wow, Mase, big word,” Anton said, clicking away on his phone. “I’m proud.”

“Gotta keep up with you college guys. But you hafta admit it is weird. Sierra is your cousin”—he pointed to Kyler, Anton and Hayden—“but she’s not yours.” He pointed to me. “And yet they’re all your cousins, but she isn’t.”

I shrugged. “No different than you being cousin to Ky and no one else.”

Hayden leaned forward and slapped Mase on the arm. “You totally dropped the puck. You aren’t related to Sierra, so you could’ve made a play for her and her tasty baked goods.”

“Sierra is smokin’ hot, don’t get me wrong; she’s too bossy for me. I want a sweet, docile woman who bakes like Betty fuckin’ Crocker and looks like Selena Gomez.” Mase sent Anton a look. “Hey, cowboy. Your sister Liesl bakes, right? How old is she?”

Without looking up from his phone, Anton said, “I will shove a hockey stick up your ass and turn you into a human Popsicle if I ever see you eyeballin’ my sister, puckhead.”

That was my cue to go. “Good luck at the game on Saturday, Ky.”

“Win or lose, there’s a party here Saturday night. Swing by if you have a chance.”





Lu had been complaining all week that she was bored.

Every night she dared me to mix up my routine and go out with her.

Monday night I passed on heading to the strip club—despite her cajoling that her favorite “strip and go naked” drinks were two for the price of one.

Tuesday night I was so keyed up after my PCE meeting that I would’ve accepted her invite to play craps at the Talking Stick Casino if I hadn’t gotten cornered by a new member.

Wednesday night I worked late and came home to find Lu splashing in the pool naked with a dick-that-fits contender.

So Thursday night when my phone rang and my hands were wrist-deep in dishwater, she said, “Hot damn!” and answered the call on speakerphone.

“Sierra’s phone, Lu speaking. Whatcha need?”

“Hey Lu. Uh, you’re Sierra’s roommate?”

“Roommate, groundskeeper, pool boy when my wild girl wants to role play.” Lu added a loud rowr.

“Jesus, Lu, knock it the hell off. Just ignore her, Boone.”

“Is this a bad time?”

“No, it’s the perfect time because I’m bored out of my mind,” Lu answered. “Please say you called to offer us entertainment options, Mr. Sexy Voice.”

“Actually, that’s why I called. Wanna meet at Blue Smoke? Shoot some pool and have a drink with us?” Boone asked.

“Who’s us?”

“Me and my roommate.”

I started to say, “That sounds—”

“Like a snooze fest,” Lu said with a yawn. “It’s Thursday night—Ladies’ Night! I wanna dance and drink two-for-ones on your dime.”

“So get your rowdy selves to Diego’s.” another voice in the background said.

Evidently Boone had us on speakerphone too.

“Do you know where that is?”

Lu snorted. “I haven’t always lived in Scottsdale. We’ll be there in forty-five.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course Lu knew where Diego’s was; she prided herself on finding places to party outside of the normal college zone.

“Halleluiah!” Lu grabbed the dishtowel, wound it up and popped me in the ass. “Get moving, we have to leave here in fifteen.”

“Ouch! God, Lu. That mark is gonna swell up.”

“Better have Boone look at it. He’s a professional.” She waggled her eyebrows. “You want to turn the other cheek—ha-ha—and have me put one there too? It’ll give you a valid reason to drop your pants when you first see him.”

“You are literally a pain in my ass.”

She yelled, “You’re welcome!” as I booked it up the stairs.

When I entered the kitchen fourteen minutes later Lu made a sizzling sound. “Looking hot tonight, S. Man, I wish we were the same size. I’d love to wear those leather pants.”

I adjusted the bottom of the bronze and black peasant blouse. “It’s not too over the top for a weeknight?”

“Nope. It’s so you, Sierra. Classy club wear.”