Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

“But since you’re over twenty-one there’s a different line for you.”


“There’s a line?”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “It was a hoppin’ party before it got busted.”

“Where’s Mase? Will he get in trouble?”

“Since the cops were asking for his autograph? Not likely.”

“Direct me to the shorter blow-and-go line. You owe me big time for this, Kyler McKay.”

“Thanks, Sierra. You’re the best. Did you and Boone have a good…talk?”

“No, but he was getting a pretty spectacular blowjob when you interrupted us, so yeah, I’ll let you deal with him because he oughta be in a great mood.”





I rang the doorbell.

I paced as I waited for-fucking-ever for her to come to the damn door. Did she have to stop for a snack on the way? Because the house was freaking gigantic.

The lock clicked. From behind the door as it swung open, Sierra said, “Did you forget your key again?”

“Didn’t we already have a discussion about keys tonight?”

She froze inside the doorframe.

So did I when I saw the tiny red bikini she had on.

Jesus. It was like she’d waved a red flag in front of a bull.

“Boone. What are you doing here?”

I lifted a brow. “You’re surprised? After you blew me and ran off?”

She blushed. “I didn’t run off. Didn’t Kyler tell you what happened?”

“No. I’m not exactly happy with Kyler tonight.”

She swallowed hard.

All that did was remind me how fantastic it’d felt when she’d done that with my dick in her mouth. I took a step toward her. “You and I are done with parties, Sierra. Done. For good. From that first one seven years ago to the one tonight. Done. It never ends well for us.”

“True.”

“If Kyler wouldn’t have had the worst timing on the planet earlier, would you have still run off afterward?”

Sierra started to back up. “I don’t know.”

Fuck. Not what I wanted to hear from her. “Tell me you meant it when you said you were so far gone with wanting me that you had to have me right then. Tell me you didn’t suck my cock like a fucking dream because you had some twisted revenge fantasy going on.”

“No! God, no, Boone. I did want you—I do want you. You needed to know how much. You needed to know right then.”

I unclenched my jaw. “You undid me. That sassy little way you flicked your tongue. The smirking curl to your lips before you took me deep. How you just swallowed me down. Then…”

Sierra moved forward. “Then what?”

“Then you bailed so fast I thought maybe it didn’t mean—”

“Anything? Seriously?” Her voice escalated and she whapped me on the chest. “You thought it was just another fucking blowjob for me?”

“Don’t yell at me. You left without a word, without a text, without a call, without anything.”

“I was a little busy getting breathalyzed, having my ID checked, sneaking an underage girl out from underneath the cops’ noses, driving her back to campus, all while I still had the taste of you on my tongue and every time I took a breath all I could smell was the scent of your skin and that intoxicating cologne you wear.” Her chest was heaving when she paused. “Besides, the phone line runs both ways, asshat.”

“Asshat. Really? After you fled the room, leaving me naked with my damn dick flapping in the wind, by the time I got dressed and downstairs, you were gone. However, Lucinda Grace was in fine form, drunk as hell, back-talking a cop, so I interrupted knowing Raj would kick my ass if I let his woman get hauled off to jail. Luckily the cop handed her over to me, so I ended up half-carrying, half-dragging her to my car, which was about a mile from party central. Then after I dropped her off at Raj’s, I realized my damn phone was dead and I drove around for half an hour in cookie-cutter suburbia, searching for your house, not knowing how you’d react to me tracking you down.”

Now my chest was heaving.

We stared at each other.

Sierra said, “So yeah, no more parties for us.”

Then she took a step back and another. “As far as how I feel about you tracking me down, Boone?” Dropping her arms like a gunslinger reaching for her weapons, she yanked both strings on her bikinis bottoms at the same time and the two red triangles floated to the white tile floor, landing like arrows pointing toward her. Then she reached behind her back, unhooked the bottom strap of her top, pulled it over her head and flung it aside.

Sierra was beautifully, gloriously naked.

Beautifully, gloriously naked and trembling in front of me.

Fuck. Me.

I couldn’t remember my cock ever being as hard as it was right now.

Without looking away from her, I kicked the door shut hard enough the house shook.

Her eyes roved over my chest with such hunger that my nipples tightened. “Lose your shirt.”

In one fluid movement I removed it and chucked it on the floor.