Chapter 54 （Bonus）
Bonus Chapter
You’re Makin’ Me High – Toni Braxton
Tally
Six Months Earlier
Dreamy was acting like a diva again, prancing around just far enough out of reach to piss me off. My boot sank another inch into the mud, my braid was half undone, and my shirt was clinging to my lower back. I knew, without doubt, that I looked like hell in a rearview mirror.
It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here to look cute. I was here to work.
Except…
I knew he was watching me.
I didn’t have to glance over to know exactly who was leaning against the fence. Like temptation in denim and a baseball cap. Wilder Miller. The youngest of the Miller brothers. The one who didn’t take life, or women, too seriously.
He’d been watching me more and more lately. Subtle at first. Then not so much.
And I let him.
I bent to yank my boot free, slow and steady. I felt the way my jeans pulled tight over my ass. I knew my shirt had risen enough to show a flash of skin. I didn’t fix it. If he wanted to look, let him.
I wasn’t interested in romance. Especially not with a man like him. I doubted he would be into that either, but it didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about it.
About what his hands would feel like on my hips.
What his voice would sound like in my ear when there was no one else around.
The thought made my stomach twist and something coiled low in my belly.
He had that kind of energy. The kind that made you think of closed doors and tangled sheets, of hands pressing into skin and whispered curses against a throat.
He looked like trouble.
I wanted to be the one to burn in it.
Still, I didn’t turn around. I just reached for Dreamy again, soft voice, calm hands. But I felt him, Wilder, felt his eyes like heat on my spine. Like fingers that hadn’t touched me yet but were already leaving a mark.
Damn, just knowing he was there was making me feel high.
I shook it off. Tightened my grip on the rope and forced the fantasy back where it belonged, in the dark corners of my mind. Where no one could see how badly I wanted to be ruined for one night and forget it by morning.
Because that was all it would ever be. That would be all he would ever get.
No promises.
No feelings.
No falling.
Just heat.
Just hands.
Just me…on top.