Soaked (The Water's Edge #2) by Stacy Kestwick

Author:Stacy Kestwick [Kestwick, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01BI7MALK
Published: 2016-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

WITH A GUTTURAL roar, West charged, catching Asher in the belly with his shoulder and driving him backwards until they both tumbled over the couch. Asher’s pained cry lingered until they landed in a heap on the other side.

Shock rooted me in place, my hand covering my mouth as I gaped.

Where did West come from?

Thuds and thunks and grunts echoed off the tall ceiling, then a loud crack sounded as the wooden coffee table fell victim to the scuffle.

Rue slipped inside the partially open front door, a satisfied grin stretching across her cheeks. When she reached me, she sucked in a breath, reaching out to softly touch my upper arm with her fingertips, catching my attention. I glanced down. The red imprint of Asher’s hand stood out against my tan.

“Did he hurt you?” she demanded.

Everything was happening so fast, my mind was spinning. Who cared about my arm? West was here, in Tennessee?

There was a sudden pause in activity across the room, before West bit out, his voice more savage than I’d ever heard, “You laid a hand on my girl?”

Asher squeaked out a garbled response. Something that sounded like a denial mixed in with, “Who are you?”

The sickening crunch of bone breaking split the air and made me wince.

“Who am I? WHO AM I?” West’s arm rained down punches, although I couldn’t see Asher from where I stood huddled in the entryway with Rue. “I’m the man who loves her. Who will protect her from scum like you who dare to even look at her the wrong way. I’m the guy who will never let you get near her again.”

I scooted closer, unsure what exactly I’d see. My brain was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that West was in my old loft, battling . . . for me. Another one of the walls around my heart crumbled and fell. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t care about me. Right? I bit my lip, wondering if he could kick Asher’s ass without getting himself injured in the process. A small, selfish part of me wanted to see that happen. Have Asher know what it was like to feel helpless, hurt, and embarrassed. With no pride left.

A blur of movement jolted me back to the melee in front of me, where both men grappled for the upper hand.

While West was brawnier than Asher, Asher had a couple inches on West, and he was bucking and twisting for all he was worth to free himself from the onslaught of a furious West Montgomery.

The man who still made my heart beat faster at just the sight of him.

Asher got in a solid jab to West’s gut, West’s breath whooshing out of him, followed up by a head butt that left them both momentarily dazed.

My stomach clenched when West wobbled, and a cry escaped my throat. I couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt, of it being my fault.

West shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then landed a hard right hook to Asher’s temple.

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