Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

“So I can sneak you shots.”


“That’s not the only reason we want you there.”

“Yeah. You can sneak us beers too.”

Sierra shoved Anton. “Go.”

“Hey QB!” Hayden shouted. “Two minute warning.”

Kyler came around the corner. “I know. Game’s not over yet.”

“Dude. The score is twenty-seven to fourteen. The game is over.”

“But, what if—”

Hayden actually grabbed Ky by the shirt and pulled him. “We’ve worn out our welcome with the love birds. Time to fly.”

Kyler scowled at him. “Fine. But if the Vikings catch up—”

“It’ll be a miracle on the turf that you’ll be able to watch over and over on ESPN highlights,” Anton said, herding him out the door.

I locked the door behind them before I faced Sierra.

“Is it just me, or were the last few hours a little bizarre?”

I stalked her. “Bizarre. Kyler was the only one who gave a damn about the game. Anton was on his phone the entire time. And Hayden…did he follow you into the kitchen to get a play-by-play of our activities last night?”

“Maybe. But I think he was more interested from an academic standpoint.”

“Academic?”

She headed into the great room and shut off the TV. “He’s super analytical. I think he wanted to know if the naked scenarios we’d each created in our minds over the years lived up to the hype.”

I stopped short of reaching for her. “Did Hayden ask you that outright?”

“No. But I got the feeling if he could’ve cornered us individually and asked us, he would have.”

“For academic reasons,” I said.

“Indubitably.”

I chuckled. She cracked my ass up.

“So do you want to talk about this week’s schedule?”

“We should.”

She sauntered closer. “But do you want to?”

“Not really.”

“I have an idea for something else you could do.” She walked her fingers up my chest. “It involves clothes removal.”

I circled my fingers around her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, nipping the base of her thumb. “Show me.”

Sierra twisted her hand to thread our fingers together, then she towed me past the foyer.

Immediately my head filled with images of her naked. Her tits bouncing, her ass shaking, her lips parted in ecstasy as I thrust into her again and again.

She stopped so abruptly I ran into the back of her.

“Sorry…” Then I saw why she’d stopped. My duffel bags and suitcase were still in the middle of the hallway.

She opened the door across from her bedroom and flipped on the light. “Here you go. Your own dressing room. Come find me when you’re done.”

“Done? What? I thought we were…” I angled my head toward her bedroom door. “Clothes removal? Remember?”

Her snicker had my gaze sharpening.

“Oh, you thought I meant something else?” She poked me in the chest. “Not until you remove these clothes from the hallway and put your stuff away, soldier.”

“Sneaky.” My dick actually pouted. “Where will you be?”

“In the bedroom. Naked. Working on next week’s schedule.”

That was the fastest I’d ever unpacked.





“Fantastic meeting tonight.”

I faced Dr. Phyllis Mackerley, the head of the business outreach program at ASU, who was also the first mentor who’d agreed to help us get PCE organized and running. She’d gone above and beyond for PCE and for the six of us who’d started the organization. “Thanks, Phyllis. The enthusiasm is contagious. It’s like we’ve hit another level of engagement.”

She patted me on the shoulder. “You’ve shown them that anything is possible, Sierra. And you’ve accomplished that in a way that doesn’t only use your experiences as examples. PCE has become something of a think tank, and you, my dear, are why so many members are eager to work outside of the proverbial box.”

I blushed. Praise from her meant more than I could ever express. “I love being a part of something that has the potential to help women pursue their dreams. And everyone’s dream is diverse enough that it’s a constant challenge finding the resources to make PCE worthwhile to them.”

“Exactly.” She glanced at her watch. “For all the excitement, we adjourned early. Do you have time to grab a cup of coffee or a drink?”

I still found it hard to fathom that Dr. Mackerley now considered me her colleague, not her student. “I would love a margarita.”

“I’m leaning more toward wine. Shall we meet at Emmaline’s? In fifteen? I have a quick call to make.”

“Sounds great. See you there.”