Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)

I live in a beautiful place and have real friends.

I have money… lots and lots of money, thanks to Richard transferring the five million dollars to me even though the estate hasn’t been settled. He feels absolutely terrible about what Kevin did and is bending over backward to make things right for me.

What Kevin did…

I jerk upright, pressing my hands into Rand’s chest and looking down at him. “Kevin,” I practically squeal. “I forgot to tell you about Kevin.”

“He was arrested day before yesterday,” Rand says blandly as his hands go to my butt where they start kneading into my muscles.

“How did you hear that?” I ask, although I can guess.

“Bridger told me,” he says, his fingers inching inward… sliding along the crack of my ass and then downward.

I reach back and push his hands away because he’s too damn distracting. “So you know all about them arresting my attacker?”

“Yup,” he says with a grin. “It’s a small town. You hear things.”

Small town, my ass. I’m sure Bridger told him what happened, which was essentially that someone from Mayhem’s Mission tipped the police toward Jim March, who was my suspected attacker. He fit the description, including the teardrop tattoo, which was apparently the key to identifying him. The police picked him up and grilled him hard with their suspicions he’d been hired to kill me.

The guy wasn’t totally stupid because he hired a lawyer, who then turned around and helped him cut a deal with the DA’s office. He rolled on Kevin and provided key details to prove he was hired by him. The next day a warrant was issued for Kevin’s arrest and sent to the Vegas police. He was in custody within a few hours and will be extradited back to Wyoming within the next few days.

“It’s finally over,” Rand says quietly, his arms now coming up to wrap around my lower back.

“Or a wiser person would say it’s really just beginning,” I counter with a grin.

“Who are you and what have you done with the pessimist formerly known as Cat Lyons?” he chuckles.

I snicker before leaning my face down to kiss him. “Well, she found a guy who’s pretty amazing and who taught her to see the good in herself.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks slyly. “Tell me more about this dude.”

“Well, he’s incredibly hot, fantastic in bed, and he happens to be one of the kindest, wisest, and most caring people Cat Lyons has ever met. He made her sort of look at life from a new perspective.”

“She should totally give him a blow job for that,” Rand says to me earnestly. “He so deserves that, don’t you think?”

I laugh, kiss him again on his lips, and say, “Yes… he totally deserves it.”

I push against his chest so that I start to slide down his body. His arms loosen to allow my descent, and I can feel his cock start to twitch against me as my breasts drag down his abdomen.

“Hey,” Rand whispers, and I halt… looking up at him.

He brings a hand to my face, pushes my hair behind my ear, and says, “I love you. I mean, I really, really love you, and I cannot wait to show you how fantastic that can be.”

I smile, bending forward to kiss his chest before looking back up at him. “I already know how fantastic it is. And I love you too.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs before his hands go to my head and he gently pushes on me to get moving again.





Epilogue


Logan



I think this woman may be the death of me.

A dire prediction, but probably true.

Probably true because she’s not mine to have and I’d probably take her, even at the risk to my own safety.

I’m fixated on her… obsessed really. That black-as-midnight hair and huge, blue eyes the color of the Wyoming sky. Her skin pale… almost translucent. She looks otherworldly, in fact, and it’s no secret that every man in The Silo is obsessed with her as much as I am.

I have to have her, and maybe tonight will be the night. My dick is already hard and aching with the thought, and if I’m given the pleasure of her company, my cock won’t even get to touch her *, which I’m betting is sweeter than honey. I try to look nonchalant as her “owner” walks around The Silo, chatting up the various patrons and deciding who gets to play with her tonight. He’s passed me by on four other occasions. I expect tonight won’t be any different because he knows I don’t have the type of bank he’ll be asking for when he ultimately auctions her off. So many men slobbering to get a taste of her and only one sweet, virginal girl to go around.

That’s right.

She’s a virgin.

Twenty years old and looking like a porcelain china doll that would break if not handled carefully. But I also know she’s stronger than she looks as I’ve watched her take a mouth fucking like a champ.

She’s a contradiction.

She’s most likely my downfall.

Like I said, she’ll probably be the death of me, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.