Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

Bite me, fuckers.

Music blasted. The air temp inside was stifling. I scanned the clusters of people, hoping to spy Lu’s pigtails, when I caught a glimpse of the action in the living room. A guy sat in the center of the couch, two topless blondes straddling him, one chick riding each thigh. They were making out like crazy. They took a break to focus on the man whose eyes were closed and he wore a stupid, happy grin.

Yeah, Mase was completely down with this party.

I was jostled. I was groped. I was cajoled into taking pictures.

I was so over all of this.

Thirty minutes had passed when I finally gave up looking for Lu. I cut through the dining room, hoping to find Ky.

He wasn’t at his usual station in the kitchen. I fought the crowd and ended up outside.

It was a zoo out here too.

Anton and his group from rodeo club were in the backyard, leaning against the fence in that sexy casual way cowboys were so good at. Anton smiled at me, tipped his hat and returned his attention to whatever tall tale his buddy Diaz was spinning.

Tug and the other players wearing Sun Devils Football jerseys were gathered around the keg. Ky had to be close.

I found him out by the grill, each arm around a girl, a cup of beer in his hand.

When Ky noticed me, he forgot the women and barreled over, an enormous grin on his face. “Sierra! You came!”

That damn smile. I couldn’t help but grin back. “Sweet game today.”

“You were there?”

“Don’t be a dumbass. I never miss any of your games.”

“Man, it just…gelled. The last quarter we were in the motherfucking zone! It was beautiful.”

“I know. I’m so proud of you, QB.”

“Thanks for coming tonight. It’s kinda crazy and I’m a little drunk but it means a lot that even now that you’re a company bigwig, you’re not too cool to hang out.”

“Never, cuz. I’m a McKay-kateer for life.”

“Damn straight.” Laughing, he picked me up and tried to spin me around, but forgot he was holding a beer and spilled the entire thing down the front of my shirt.

I leapt back. The empty cup hit the ground.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing says I had a rip-roaring Saturday night more than reeking of sour beer.”

The girl to my left snickered.

When I looked at Ky again, he was blushing. “What?”

“Uh, your shirt is transparent when it’s wet, and you can tell, I mean, it’s not like I’m staring at your…but, uh, it’s kinda obvious you’re not wearin’ a bra.”

I glanced down. Sure enough, the wet shirt was as clingy as plastic wrap.

Fucking fantastic. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Thanks, Ky.”

“I said I was sorry.” Kyler shoved his hand into his pocket, pulled out a key and thrust it at me. “Here. Grab a T-shirt from my room.”

Confused, I said, “You keep your bedroom door locked?”

“During parties? Yeah. Don’t need people fucking or puking in my damn bed.”

Smart. “Thanks.” I snatched the key and pressed my forearm across my chest again. “I’ll be right back with this.”

“No rush.”

The chick on Kyler’s left said, “Why does she get a key to your bedroom and I don’t?”

“Because I said so.” He smacked her ass. “Run along now. I’ll come find you later.”

Lovely, Ky.

As I walked away, I heard him say to his other female companion, “Can I get you to do me a favor, sweetness?”

“Anything,” she said eagerly.

That man had women lined up around the damn block.

I saw a flash of pigtails and flattened myself against the wall; I couldn’t deal with Lu right now. When the coast was clear, I wove through the drunken people clogging the stairs.

Few revelers had breached the second floor besides a couple sucking face on the bench seat and another couple playing strip poker as they waited to use the bathroom.

I headed down the hallway to Ky’s room. But first I stopped at Hayden’s door and turned the handle. Locked. Interesting. Next I tried Anton’s door. Also locked. So there was a difference between this place and a frat house.

I’d just unlocked Kyler’s door when I heard, “Sierra?”

I froze.

Boone.

My flight instinct kicked in. I pushed the door open just far enough to sneak inside and then I slammed it shut and locked it.

That was the height of maturity.

Heart hammering, I pressed my shoulders against the door and tried to calm down after that spike of adrenaline.

Three soft raps vibrated by my head. “Funny, McKay. Let me in. I want to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

“I’m not saying this through the goddamned door,” he snarled. “Let. Me. In.” Pause. “Or I’m coming in.”

“Empty threat since I’m the one with the key.”

Boone could just wait a damn minute until I didn’t look like I’d entered a wet T-shirt contest.