The Men of Whiskey Creek: Dillon by Serenity King

Author:Serenity King [King, Serenity]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Romantic, Romance, Contemporary, Multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial
Amazon: B00H3T4OXA
Publisher: Serenity King, Inc.
Published: 2013-12-04T05:00:00+00:00

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Lark was happy the slow song had ended

and a nice reggae-tone beat was playing. The

guy dancing behind her had been grinding on

her ass ever since the slow song had started. As

much as she had thought she wanted another

man tonight, the man’s hardened dick against

her ass did nothing for her. In fact, it had

started to piss her off. She didn’t know whether

the guy was trying to bust a nut on the dance

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floor or what, and she wasn’t about to find out.

The moment the song changed, she quickly put

some distance between them.

She didn’t know what had possessed her

to dance with two men at once. The back of her

mind screamed out rebellion. Probably true.

Dillon had absolutely gotten too close for

comfort.

Lark was so busy dancing and in her own

little world that she hadn’t seen Dillon

approaching her on the dance floor. If she had,

the anger in his eyes might have given her

pause. After leaving her parents’ place, she’d

come home to an empty house. Being with

Dillon for those three weeks, and then spending

the last couple of days with her parents,

suddenly had her feeling lonely and trapped.

It was ironic—Brian had often stayed the

night with her and she at his place, but she’d

never felt as lonely when he wasn’t with her as

she did after being with Dillon. That obviously

meant she wasn’t in love with Brian…Wait. Did

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that mean she was falling in love with Dillon?

Yeah, fool, she chided herself. That’s what this

stupidity you pulled tonight is about anyway.

The thought had scared her. The walls

had begun to close in on her, and she had

decided to declare her freedom from all men.

Even Dillon. Especially Dillon.

Lark had put on one of her skimpiest

outfits and headed for the bar. She had to prove

to herself that she could do without Dillon. He

was just another man she’d enjoyed having

great sex with—she was definitely not in love

with him. In lust? For sure. Love? Not bloody

likely.

She didn’t do love, not anymore. No, she

was simply going to enjoy the men in the bar

tonight, and then leave and go home…alone.

And if Dillon saw her carrying on…well, he

should be able to figure out where he stood

then, shouldn’t he?

Lark’s body shimmied and gyrated to the

upbeat sound of the music blaring from the

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DJ’s speakers. She’d started dancing with one

guy, and then, all of a sudden, another joined

the mix. Since it was a fast beat, she didn’t

mind, but the dude dancing behind her kept

finding excuses to get up on her ass. In

contrast, the dude in front seemed pretty cool.

Nice looking, although he did look a little

embarrassed when she glanced up at him. Lark

had a feeling that these two men knew each

other, and the saner one was embarrassed by

his friend’s behavior.

This was the third song she had danced

to. She’d wanted to call it quits after the second

one, but they’d teased her and convinced her to

stay on the floor for one more song, and she’d

agreed. Now Lark wished she would have just

taken her seat. Mr. Creepy Crawley’s hands

were everywhere but where they were supposed

to be…at his sides. She’d

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