Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(33)

I don’t know if I can handle him. He could be playing me. “I’m not.”

“Even in my wasted state, I could see yer were the prettiest lass I’d ever laid eyes on. Are you a witch? Did you slip me a potion?”

“No.” My neck prickles with intense burning. I’ve never been this turned on by a man. He’s handsome, tall, and firmly built—all male. He smells of liquefied heat and whiskey.

He breathes into my mouth, and his tongue slips into it. My thighs clench together. No man has ever made me crave his touch or made my sex ache with need. I want him to touch me everywhere.

He kisses me throughout the meal and my body lights up as if struck by lightning. Now I know why Cyn talks about sex like it’s a religion.

We barely finish our meals, the flames of our passion licking and wetting us. He pilots me out of the restaurant, our breathing heavy and his hand slipping around my waist. It’s like we’re on fire.

Aedan opens the truck door and helps me up into it. Before I get in, his hands cup my face and his lips assault my mouth. It’s wild, untamed, and seductive. Excitement sparks all over me, tightening my nipples and shocking my sex. I may have an orgasm just from his passionate kiss.

“I want you,” he says.

Am I ready for this? Am I ready to lose my virginity? My body says yes repeatedly.

While I sit in the truck, his hands draw me against his chest, and all I feel is solid muscle, taut and unyielding.

“We should get a room or go back to my place,” he says.

Nerves give into reluctance. “I need to call my sister.”

“You can call her from my house,” he whispers into my neck, tickling and peppering it with tender kisses. “We better go before I take you right here in front of the restaurant.”

I like Aedan, but I want my first to last a lifetime.

He climbs into the truck, and as we pull away, I spot a low rider, but this time the guy leaning out the window wears a navy blue bandana. This isn’t Juarez’s gang. The men belong to Manny. Bile burns my throat. Why would Manny have his gangbangers follow me? Oh God.

Tears blur my vision. “Please take me home.”

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re being followed,” I say, my voice and hands shaking.

Aedan glances in his rearview mirror. When the low rider bumps us from behind, he slams on his brakes.

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

“They hit me.”

I pull my gun from my purse, but I’m so terrified I drop it. “They have guns—lots of guns.”

“Why are these hooligans after you?”

“It’s a long story. My uncle is Manny Diaz. He’s a big time drug runner. He put a hit out on my mother and sister. I don’t know what we’re going to do, but Shane and Cyn are smart. I hope they figure something out.” Before someone else in our family gets killed.

Aedan scratches his beard and continues driving.

The gangbangers turn off before we’re even close to my townhouse, but my nerves are shot. Cyn and I can’t live like this.

“We probably shouldn’t see each other,” I say.

My heart swallows the words and crushes them in my soul. I want to see him again, but this isn’t fair to him or his sister. I can’t put them in danger.





Chapter Aedan


When I returned Willa to her sister after dinner, she got into big trouble. She’s only texted me a few times over the past week. It sounds like she can’t or won’t see me, though her kisses told me otherwise.

After our date, she scooted into her townhouse with what sounded like a permanent goodbye. I should run, but my stupid cock has other ideas. She’s too young and the hooligans harassing her toting guns should strongly discourage me, but they don’t. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t come to her aid?

It’s Saturday now, and Willa is supposed to have a date with Lynch. He’s the one bragging about his dick size, not an appropriate date for a wee lass.

After his two offenses, Travis is out of the picture now. One suitor is down, and there are two to go.

Today, Lynch and Willa are riding horses through the canyon lands, and we meet the cast at the entrance of the park. Lynch is all duded up for riding while Willa has on cutoffs, sneakers, and a tight fitting tee that has already affected the annoying part of my body. It’s bent at an uncomfortable angle and straining to see her.

Cyn had dropped off Willa and specifically tells her that she will come pick her up in a couple hours. I ready my gear onto the rail dolly. We’ll be following Willa and Lynch for several miles, not the most ideal shooting conditions.

She gives me a tight expression I cannot read. She may be young, but she’s smart—smarter than me. Every viewer was told she’s the valedictorian of her school. I’m no dummy, but I screwed off in high school.

Willa chooses a dark bay with a little more spirit than the pinto Lynch climbs upon. From the way she mounts and sits upright in the saddle, she’s an experienced rider. She can shoot and ride, though carrying a cup of coffee presents a challenge. I grin at the thought. All I want to do is hold this sweet lass in my arms, even though my cock is not thinking straight.

Leering at her arse, like a wanker, Lynch rides up beside her. “Let’s see how far we can take this.”