Worth It (Forbidden Men, #6)(36)

“We should probably stop there,” he said, looking a little panicked. “I don’t...I don’t know if I can trust myself after too much more.”

I nodded, but couldn’t help but feel saddened. I already missed the feel of his mouth against mine. But he was right. We’d already crossed too many boundaries. So, I started to turn away, except he growled and caught my wrist, spinning me back to him.

“Stop that,” he demanded, his eyes flashing with anger, right before he stamped his mouth back to mine.

My fingers instantly gripped his hair as I pushed up onto my knees again and arched into him. “Stop what?” I asked, breathless, before his lips attacked mine again.

“Stop looking so sad when I don’t kiss you, and stop trying to leave when you’re sad. You’re not allowed to walk away from me unless you’re smiling.”

“Then stop trying to be so noble and not kiss me,” I growled back.

“Fine,” he snapped and yanked me in for a scorcher. “I won’t.” This time, when he opened his mouth, I was ready for him. My tongue met his, and he jerked in surprise before he slid his into my mouth.

And oh my God... Nirvana.

I have no idea how many kisses followed that, or how long we spent just making out, mouth to mouth, but my lips were pleasantly swollen and my brain felt permanently dazed when I finally pulled away and said I needed to get home before someone actually started to worry.

He nodded and gave me one last closed-mouth, chaste kiss before pulling away and watching me push to my feet.

“So...I’ll see you around,” I said, suddenly uncertain.

His eyes glittered with amusement before he merely nodded and answered, “Yeah. See you.”

I have no idea why his response rubbed me the wrong way when I was the idiot who’d said the same exact thing to him first. Gah, I was the most insecure weirdo I knew.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I sent him one last unsure wave and spun away to hurry down the ramp to the shore of the strip pit.

Before I reached it, however, he called after me. “Hey, City Girl.”

A giddy joy bloomed in my chest. “What?”

“Seriously, bring your swimming suit tomorrow. We’ll try out the alkali water.”

Spinning to face him, I walked backward away from him. “I don’t know. I don’t really need my batteries charged.”

He grinned. “After I get done kissing you hello, you will.”

I threw my head back and laughed.

And that was the first of many trips I walked away from him that summer with swollen lips and a silly grin plastered to my face.





I followed Pick through the front doors of the Forbidden Nightclub Thursday evening, expecting the scent of maybe mold, sour alcohol, and sweat, because my childhood home had always smelled like that after my dad went on a bender. But I was surprised by how clean it smelled, like new wood, recent construction, even the hint of fresh paint.

The nightclub had a dark ceiling that made it seem lower than it probably was. Tables and chairs took up the left side while the center was open and a small stage encompassed the right. Since the actual bar was located at the back, I continued to follow Pick that way where a handful of guys were milling around.

One sat on a stool at the bar with his back to us as he popped a sucker in his mouth and watched something on the screen of the laptop in front of him.

“Hart, what the hell are you watching?” Another guy, whom I immediately recognized from the hospital as Ten, asked the stool sitter as he approached from the side to see for himself.

“Man, check this out. Someone put Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it Off’ song onto this eighties workout video, and it synched freaking perfectly. Holy shit, just look at that.”

Ten watched for a second before he turned his face aside to give Hart an odd look. “Dude, really?”

“Whoa.” Another guy approached them from the other side of Hart to watch the video. “Someone please tell me guys don’t still wear tights like that. That’s way too much TMI for me.”

Ten slapped a hand to his chest. “Jesus, you disappoint me, Lowe. How can you even see what the dudes are wearing when the chicks’ tits are bouncing around like that?”

“Okay, what’s all the fuss about over here?” A fourth guy hopped over the bar so he could see the screen of the laptop as well. But as soon as he saw a second’s worth, he immediately backed away and lifted both hands. “You guys need help.”

That’s when Pick chose to announce us. “Hey, everyone. This is Knox Parker. He’s our new bartender.”

All four men spun around, and every gaze landed on me.

The fourth guy finally wandered closer, eyeing me up and down. “Since when do we have a new bartender?”

“Since today,” Pick answered casually.

Mr. Curious hitched his chin Pick’s way. “Is this the ex-con?”

Pick shook his head and sighed. “Ten,” he muttered. “You got a big f*cking mouth, you know that?”

“What?” Ten shrugged. “Was I supposed to keep that secret?”

“Just...” Pick lifted his hands. “Let’s not go spreading his record around outside the six of us, okay? In fact, for the first week or so, you all don’t even know his name. Got it?”