Make You Mine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance by K.T. Quinn

Author:K.T. Quinn [Quinn, K.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

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Jayce

Leaving a beautiful woman in bed felt like leaving a full glass of whiskey at the bar. It was a terrible thing to waste.

I would’ve given anything to stay with her a little longer. To feel the smoothness of her skin against mine, the curve of her hip like a rolling hill underneath my palm. I desperately wanted to stay in bed and roll her over, taking her from behind and burying my face in her long black hair. Breathing her in while we surrendered to torrid waves of arousal.

But there was too much to do before I was safe. And more importantly, before Charlotte was safe.

I flipped the hood of my jacket up and hurried through the torrential rain to my truck. I would have rather had the speed and maneuverability of my bike tonight, in case I had to pull into the forest to hide at a moment’s notice, but the rain made that too dangerous. The truck would have to do.

Plus, the bag of supplies would’ve been a pain in the ass to haul on my bike. Trash bags and duct tape, two pistols, an extra shotgun, a box of flashbang grenades I’d stolen when I was a Copperhead, and enough ammunition to fight off an army.

Hopefully we wouldn’t have to.

As I drove down my driveway through the rain, I felt more alive than I had in a long time. And it had nothing to do with the scrap with Carl. Giving in to what I wanted had never felt so good. Charlotte quenched a thirst that I hadn’t realized was inside of me. I felt like a changed man, somehow. I was someone different than I was two hours ago.

I don’t want tonight to be a one-time thing.

Now that I’d had a taste of Charlotte, now that we’d fucked like there was literally no tomorrow, I couldn’t go back to text messages and community service. And I doubted she could either. We had chemistry, a raw desire between us that I could no longer ignore. I felt like we were two pieces of metal that had been welded together. We were stronger than before, and impossible to break apart.

I drove down the main street and slowed as I neared Flop’s bar. My biggest fear was that a dozen bikes would be parked outside, reinforcements to help Carl. But it was as quiet as I’d left it, and Flop had even turned off the neon Budweiser sign out front. I drove the truck around back, then down a dirt path that led toward Flop’s house in the forest. When I was deep enough that I knew my truck wouldn’t be spotted from the road, I parked and carried my duffel bag back up the road, boots squelching in the mud with every step.

I approached the door to Flop’s bar with my pistol held at my side in case there was some sort of ambush. It was locked. Tensing, I knocked three times, put my duffel bag on the ground, and trained my gun on the door with both hands.

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