Excerpt Copyright 2021 Taryn RiversThe patio door opens behind me, alerting me to Bree’s presence. “Bree’s here. I gotta go,” I tell him. “Watch your back,” he warns, not hiding the worry in his voice. “You, too.” I hang up and turn around to find Bree rubbing the back of her neck with a resigned look on her face. “She’s on her way, isn’t she?” I ask. She winces and nods. “Please tell me Colt’s with her.” I like Colt, and it’s obvious he cares for both women. Plus, he can handle himself and is one hell of a shot. “No. Colt’s not with her. But she’s not alone.” “You need to call her back and tell her to turn around. We barely have enough manpower to cover you, much less Sadie and whichever one of your friends she’s dragging with her.” “It’s, um, well, it’s Killian,” she stammers. “He didn’t want her driving by herself.” It takes a few seconds before I trust myself to speak. “Are you telling me Killian Cross is on his way here right now?” She bites her lip and nods reluctantly. “Exactly how many times has Cross asked you out?” I ask. She wrings her hands together. “Twice. And it’s been months. We’re just good friends, not that it’s any of your business.” I see red. “Not my fucking business? Are you high? Everything about you is my business.” She backs up but it’s too late. In two steps I’m on her. I pull her to me and slam my mouth down on hers. Instead of fighting it, her arms wrap around me. I fist her hair, and she gasps, giving me what I need to slide my tongue home. I bring her even closer, and she melts into me. I pour everything I have into the kiss. If she won’t believe it when I tell her she’s mine, I’ll fucking show her and leave no room for doubt. I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years, and all my frustration comes through. She moans into my mouth which spurs me on. I thought our first kiss couldn’t be beat, but this one blows it out of the water. This kiss is everything. Heaven and hell, want and need, every ounce of my being focused on the slide of her tongue. I slow it down until our lips separate. I run my nose along hers then drop my hand down to her lower back and bury my face in her hair. “This is why you’re my business. This proves you want me as much as I want you. Face it. You’re mine, and I’m fucking yours. Always have been. Always will be.” I lean in and kiss the side of her lips. “Give us a chance, beautiful. It’s going to work out. I promise.” Her entire face softens, and I think I have her. But then she blinks, and I see naked fear flash in her eyes right before she shuts down. Fucking hell.
About Taryn RiversTaryn Rivers lives in central Arkansas with her extremely patient husband and her golden retriever, Patton. When she’s not writing, she’s kicking back with her husband at the lake, eating her weight in fried cheese curds and fish fry while visiting family in Wisconsin, or she’s guilting her children into coming to see her. She loves reading, coffee, wine, and her family, not necessarily in that order.
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