Roustabout (The Traveling #3) by Jane Harvey-Berrick Read Free Book Online

heels that high after four beers. Maybe she practiced.
    As we approached the entrance to the Inn, she suddenly veered left toward a stand of pine trees, until we were hidden from prying eyes.
    “TC, I don’t think we . . .”
    But then she shoved me hard in the chest so I flailed backward, the breath whooshing out of my lungs as I thudded against a broad trunk. She was on me before I could take a breath, her hands were everywhere—one hand pushing up under my shirt, the other was shoved down the back of my pants, gripping my ass.
    My body felt like it was on fire, and every argument in my brain shut down, wanting only this moment with this woman.
    I spun her around, pressing her into the rough bark as the thin wall of my control exploded apart.
    Without needing to look down, I knew my dick had grown even harder and was pushing against her thighs like a greedy fucker, trying to get closer.
    Her tits pressed against my chest, and my breath caught in my throat. She was all soft, all woman, but aggressively taking what she wanted. I was in heaven.
    I was in hell.
    I pushed away, taking a step back, breathing hard. It was just enough room for her to cup my dick over my jeans.
    Her chest was rising and falling hypnotically and I damn near had to tear my eyeballs from my head to look away. This woman was turning me inside out, lust making me crazy.
    “This can’t . . .” I began, waving my finger between us.
    Her eyes turned glassy and for a horrible moment I thought she was going to cry. But then the blue turned to ice, and the temperature dropped a dozen degrees.
    “Is it because of Kes?” she asked, her voice accusing. “That’s why you won’t let this happen?”
    “Shit, Tera, he’s my brother! ”
    She pulled her clothes straight and tossed her long, shiny hair over her shoulder. “No, he’s not,” she snapped. “He’s mine .” And she stamped away, her hair glowing silver in the moonlight.
    Before two seconds had passed, she’d disappeared through the darkness and into the hotel’s wide, glass doors.
    Wow, I really managed to fuck up that conversation.
    My cock was so depressed I thought he was going to whimper. But instead I was left with one hell of a boner and only myself to blame.
    Fuck it! I had two really good things going on in my life: Hawkins’ Daredevils and now Tera. Of all the fucking luck that I couldn’t have both.
    I rubbed the back of my neck, the tension from the last twenty minutes leaving me with a motherfucker of a headache.
    I headed back toward where I’d parked the Duke then remembered that I’d left my helmet in the diner. Cursing myself for being such a dumbass, I walked back inside, smiling at the server who was clearing our old table.
    I pointed at the helmet still laying on the bench seat in the booth.
    “Any excuse to come back and see you,” I said, grinning.
    “Oh, get on with it!” she laughed.
    I winked at her and strolled back outside, allowing my smile to slip.
    After this evening’s clusterfuck, I was looking forward to going back to the RV and having a quiet beer with Zef before . . .
    “Nice bike. I always appreciated Italian design.”
    I ground to a halt, staring at the beautiful blonde smirking at me from the Duke’s pillion seat.
    “TC, what are you doing? We already had this conversation.”
    She looked at me seriously.
    “I know you think I’m a little princess, Tucker, but I’m not a virgin. There have been quite a few guys. In fact more than a few—maybe even a lot.”
    She underlined her words with a swift look. A sliver of jealousy speared through my gut. I didn’t like the idea of that at all .
    She raised her eyebrows. “But I’ve never been kissed the way you kissed me. And you know? I’ve been thinking what Kes would say if knew about this . . . thing . . . between us . . .”
    My stomach twisted.
    “ . . . he’d say life is too short. You really want to spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’? Because I don’t. Maybe