Stealing Hearts (Wild at Heart #1)(31)

I bob up a few times before he holds me down. My nails dig into his thighs, but I don’t let up, even when I choke. I’m totally getting off on the fact that I’m giving Rhett Walker head. I’m the one who’s going to make him fall apart. I want this to be the best blow job he’s ever had. And if I suffocate in the process, so be it.

When he lets me up, I gasp for breath.

“Too much?” he asks, concerned.

“Shut up.” I take him in my mouth again and relish when he takes his thumb and rubs my lip that’s stretched wide around him. I tug gently on his balls, and his dick jerks. He’s close.

So I tongue that slit as I suck his head, then shove him down the back of my throat again.

He grunts, “I’m gonna come.”

No shit. I almost laugh, but I can’t because I’m holding myself down on him.

With a groan, he spurts his release. Pulse after pulse, I swallow him down.

In the distance, I hear a chime.

Focus, Paige.

But then he lets out a curse. “I need to get that.”

Stunned, I watch him gently push me back. He gets up, roots around in his jeans, and pulls out his phone.

He did not just pull me off his dick to take a phone call.

“This better be important,” he says as he’s standing there with his hard dick that looks like it’s ready to come again. After a few seconds, he curses again. “I’ll be there in twenty. Tell her to calm her ass down.”

Next thing I know, he’s shoving on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Paige, but I need to run.”

What? He’s leaving?

Sinking into the water, I fight like hell not to show the disappointment crashing over me. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Amber. She heard we got married, and she’s at the ranch, causing a scene and freaking out the kids.”

I hate that woman. “Okay. Um. Hand me my clothes. I’ll pack up our stuff, and—”

“No. I’ll go. There’s no reason you can’t enjoy the cabin. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up.”

Just like that, our “honeymoon” is over.

My throat tightens as I watch him walk away. This is why I have to guard my heart.

But can I guard it for six more months?





14





RHETT




The whole drive home, I debate turning my truck around to go get Paige, but then I remind myself that Amber will probably flip the fuck out when she sees us together, so I stay the course.

When I get home, I can hear the yelling from the driveway. Jesus, what the hell is her problem?

The second I cross the threshold, Amber’s head swivels toward me like that girl in The Exorcist. “Please tell me it’s not true! Did you really marry that trailer trash?”

She sleeps around with half the town behind my back, and she thinks she’s entitled to call Paige names?

I bite my tongue and turn to my brother. Jace, who’s holding Austin, shakes his head and mouths, “Sorry.”

“Where’s Gabriel?”

“Down the hall. I’ll go check on him now.”

As long as my boys are okay, I know I’ll get through this. But then I see Austin’s puffy eyes and red nose, and my anger spikes. I might not be an expert at this parenting thing, but I know it’s not healthy for kids to hear their parents arguing.

Amber marches up to me, and I’m assaulted by her designer perfume. “That bitch spread all those rumors about me before we got married, and you never stood up for me.”

“They weren’t rumors if they were true.”

Her face gets red. “How could you? Paige Lewis, of all people. Do you know what people are saying about you? That you groomed her when she was little.”

“People” are saying this? Or Amber? “I don’t need to explain myself to you, but I will to set the record straight. All Paige and I ever shared when she was younger were hugs, the kind you give family. She had a harmless crush on me in high school, and after she told me you were fucking Kacey Miller—which you were—she and I went years without talking. So don’t bullshit me with that grooming crap. Paige was an adult when we reconnected.”

“When was that? Last week?” she asks sarcastically.

I can’t respond because, yes, it was a week ago, but that’s none of her fucking business. “Why are you crawling up my ass right now? Why do you care? We’ve been divorced three years.”

“Because I have to live in this town too, and people talk.” Her eyes narrow. “What’s the real reason you got married again? Did you knock her up?”

Jesus, no. “Paige isn’t pregnant. Maybe I married her because I love her. Did that ever cross your mind?”

She snorts. “You’ll never love anyone more than your stupid ranch, and you’ve made no secret about how much you hated being married to me, so no, I don’t buy it.”

Who is this woman, and what the hell did I ever see in her? “This stupid ranch bought you all of your designer clothes and that car you love.” We were doing okay before my dad got sick and I had to spend a fortune on that divorce attorney. Well enough to buy Amber all that useless crap. “But you know what? Maybe we need to reconsider the spousal support I pay you.”