Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Before I can catch my breath, he’s losing himself too.
It’s not long after we’re sweating and panting that he flips me over and fucks me from behind, giving me the best sex of my life. Hell, the best night of my life.
I wake up next to a hard body pressed against me. I inch closer, not wanting to lose the warmth. Humming to myself, I smile at how content I feel. “Good morning,” I say, nuzzling my face against skin.
“Uh, mornin’.”
My eyes pop open at the deep and low voice as my smile falls.
There’s a man in my bed! I glance around and realize I’m not in my room and then look at the person next to me. “Oh my God.” Then I notice we’re both naked. “Oh shit.”
After I apologize for my reaction, he chuckles. I immediately pull away, grabbing the sheet with me. My mind is fuzzy as hell, and all I want to do is get out of here with the sliver of dignity I have left.
“Uh, Zoey…” I hear him as I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling like a hot ass mess. I probably look like one too.
The moment he mentions a ring, I hold out my left hand and gasp at the gold band on my left finger. “Oh God, I remember now.”
The night comes back to me in flashes, and heat rushes through my body.
“Was it really legal?” he asks.
“We signed a marriage license and said vows, so yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re legally married now,” I respond, chewing on my lip. My parents are going to kill me. This is not good.
Riley’s friend—aka the dare master—barges through the door, telling Riley they have to leave. My mind races a million miles an hour at the thought of having to figure this out because he lives in Texas. Somehow, we’re going to have to fix this.
But then I remember the way it felt when he touched me. Kissed me. Held me and cherished me.
We only had one night, but I’d take that over a hundred crappy dates. Riley made me feel things I’d never felt before. Maybe it was the alcohol and the excitement of being in Vegas, but what if it wasn’t? What if there could actually be something real between us?
Hell, now we’ll never know.
After I get dressed in the bathroom and come back into the room, Riley’s in front of me apologizing because his flight leaves in an hour and they’re expected at work tomorrow. My sister is probably wondering where the hell I am too, though I know she wouldn’t get on that plane to Phoenix without me. As much as I want us to have more time, I know it’s not possible.
When he tells me to come to Texas with him and I explain why I can’t, the thought saddens me. Part of me wishes I could while the other wonders how crazy we must be to even consider it after only twenty-four hours together.
Diesel is on Riley’s ass, rushing him out the door. We have a few seconds to talk before he texts me his address and kisses my cheek.
“For what it’s worth, I had a really fun night, wife.”
The way he says wife sends a hot shiver down my spine.
“Safe flight, hubby,” I retort.
Diesel has the door open and shouts for him again, irritation written all over his face.
“Goodbye,” I say as he walks away.
He gives me one final look before he’s gone for good, and I’m not sure I truly understand the mild heartache that rushes over me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RILEY
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Texas in the middle of June is hot as fuck. I rip off my shirt and chug half my water before putting my gloves back on and stacking more hay on the trailer. The main barn needs to be restocked, and that bitch work was assigned to Diesel and me today.
“Cheer up, buttercup! I know what’ll make ya smile.” He holds up a finger, and I roll my eyes.
Ignoring him, I keep working and tossing bales. Then his phone starts playing music.
“Meghan Trainor always makes me happy.” Diesel flashes a shit-eating grin as “All About That Bass” blasts from his iPhone.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter and grunt, shaking my head at him when he starts moving his ass to that ancient song. Ever since I was served annulment papers two weeks ago, he’s been more obnoxious than usual, which is saying a lot.
“Oh, come on,” he huffs. “Not even a little grin?” Diesel pops a brow, and I shrug.
“Can you get back to work now? I’m not getting paid to do your half.” I throw a bale with more force than necessary.
I haven’t been able to get Zoey out of my head since we left Vegas, and it’s been no secret. I fucking hated that I left in a rush but was hopeful I’d hear from her after Summer’s wedding. I knew she’d be busy with all the festivities, but then I received the surprise of a lifetime when the sheriff showed up at my house. With a frown on his face, it was obvious he knew what he was delivering. I had to beg him not to tell my mama because news travels fast in this small town. I could’ve messaged Zoey—hell, I was tempted after drinking too much that night—but I didn’t. She made her decision, and I couldn’t blame her. We barely knew each other, lived two completely different lives, and there was no reason to delay the inevitable.