Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

I let the horn blare and didn’t care if it was a dick move. The golfers teeing off at the first hole could deal with it for another minute. Although I could admit disappointment a Quiet, please sign didn’t pop up over the perfectly manicured hedge.

Sierra laughed. “I have to use the horn button thingy all the time. I never remember where I park, especially in parking garages. I mean, who pays attention to that stuff?”

“You should always be aware of your surroundings.”

“Says army soldier guy who always checks the perimeter. Amirite?” She bumped her hip into mine and stumbled.

I caught her around the waist. “Careful.”

She twined her arms around my neck. “You are ridiculously hot. I could stare at your beautiful face forever.”

Good to know my girl was a sweet drunk. I kissed her smiling lips. “I hope so.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“My feet hurt and I think I have blisters. I hate these stupid, ugly shoes. My mom bought them for me as a peace offering and she didn’t even notice I was wearing them today. So I’m in pain for nothing.”

“Hang on.” I leaned down far enough to hook my right arm behind her knees. I lifted her up, cradling her to my chest. “This’ll save you a few steps.”

Sierra buried her face in my neck. “You really are my hero, Boone West.”

I set her on her feet beside the car to open the passenger door.

“Just a sec.” She clutched my arm while she removed her shoes. Then she pulled back and let one shoe fly, quickly followed by the other. They landed on the blacktop with a muffled thump.

Except she was drunk and had lousy aim so the shoes didn’t go far.

She dusted her hands together. “There. Now I feel better.”

I was trying really hard not to laugh. Not only was my girl a sweet drunk, she was a funny drunk.

She stepped around me and hopped into the seat. “Oh. And make sure you run over them when we leave. At least twice.”

I did laugh at that. I climbed in the driver’s side and had to move the seat back first thing. How could Sierra drive crammed up under the steering wheel?

And then Sierra was crammed against the steering wheel and me because she’d crawled onto my lap. “Hi.”

“Uh. Hi. What are you doing?”

“Seducing you.” She hit the lever that lowered the back of the seat to the horizontal position.

Fuck. She’d hiked her dress to her hips, exposing those smooth thighs I loved to be between. My hands immediately sought contact with her skin.

Warm lips landed on mine. I could detect the flavor of whiskey. I got the full taste of it when Sierra shoved her tongue past my teeth.

Stop this. Pull back.

Easier said than done when the woman was pulling out all the stops. Her hands gripping my hair. That hungry mouth feeding me hot, wet, deep kisses. Her lithe body writhing on mine. Then she started that teasing pelvis roll that drove me crazy.

She backed up to get a better angle and her ass bumped into the horn. She broke the kiss with a laugh. “Oops.”

But that allowed me to regain my senses. “We can’t do this.”

“Yes we can. I’ve wanted to do it in a car with you since I was sixteen. Just give in to the moment. I’m on top. I’ll do all the work.”

“Another time, in a less public place.” I didn’t tack on when you’re not drunk.

“Boone—”

“Stop.” I clamped my hands on the backs of her legs. “I don’t want these creepy country club dudes seeing this hot ass bouncing up and down, okay?”

That caught her attention. She sighed and kissed the hollow of my throat. “Okay. But promise me we’ll do it in a car. In a kinky role-playing game, where you’re wearing your uniform and you pull me over. I tell you if I have another traffic violation I’ll lose my license so I’ll do anything not to get that ticket…”

I groaned. “Have you been watching porn?”

She giggled. “They’re full of really great ideas.”

I slapped her ass. “Get back in your seat and behave.”

“Yes, sir, officer.”

Smartass.

Once we were both buckled up, I peeled out of the parking spot and ran over her shoes. Then I put it in reverse and backed over them.

Sierra laughed hysterically.

Then she asked me where I’d hidden the fried chicken because she was starved.

Next time I glanced over at her—like two minutes later—she’d conked out.

She didn’t stir when I lifted her out of the car or when I carried her into the house.

I settled her on the couch instead of the bedroom so I could keep an eye on her. After I tucked an afghan around her and kissed her forehead, I noticed Lu standing between the great room and kitchen.

“Didn’t mean to startle you.” She dipped her chin at Sierra. “Rough time at the bridal luncheon?”

“A seven-whiskey luncheon, apparently.”

“Yikes. Poor thing.” She returned to the kitchen.

I followed her, wondering what she was doing here.

She’s Sierra’s roommate. She lives here.

“Raj fell into bed after he came back from dropping you off. I’m letting him sleep.” She scanned me, head to toe. “You’re wiped, dude.”