Sunset Thunder by Shannyn Leah Read Free Book Online Page B

flings or possibilities of a relationship. Besides, none of them could rock his hips the way Violet had.
    Did that really happen?
    Ryder was still shaking the image of Violet’s swaying hips crossing the room toward him in the lobby washroom from his mind. He recounted the way she knew exactly what she wanted and how powerless he had been to object.
    He had sex with Violet Caliendo...in the lobby washroom. Holy shit! How was he supposed to act remotely normal with Joel now? You better try damn hard.
    It was bizarre, seeing that Violet had done precisely what every woman did with Ryder: threw herself at him. Yet, their interaction felt nothing like what Ryder had ever experienced with any other woman and left him craving more. That was a jumble of confusion he didn’t have the energy to sort out right now.
    “Hey Ryder,” Missy greeted first.
    Ryder sent Missy a sincere smile. She was the only woman not ogling his body like it was a slab of meat, freshly cut from the butchers and ready to sizzle. Missy was cute, like the girl next door, with innocent eyes and a young smile. This woman had nothing on Violet Caliendo. 
    Hold up! Stop doing that. Don’t compare the two women...because Violet will outrank Missy every time. Really?
    Ryder couldn’t believe the thoughts going through his head. His mind hadn’t been this active, when not regarding work or his dad’s medical condition, in such a long time, he almost wasn’t used to thinking about anything else. He liked the distraction, he welcomed the distraction...he just wasn’t sure he liked that it was Violet that kept distracting him. She was a thunderstorm. Hot, steamy, sensually sucking his lips one moment then screw you cold, get-out-of-my-way ice queen the next.
    Thunderstorm .
    Damn windy, whirl whipping, pick everything up along the way and slam it down when she was finished.
    Or was that a hurricane?  
    Joel stood and came in for a hand grasping, shoulder patting, man hug. “Ryder,” he said. 
    “Sorry, I’m late man.”
    I am not going to tell you why, but it was the most thrilling thunderstorm I’ve ever been in.  
    Joel shrugged. “No biggie.”
    Joel stood a foot shorter than Ryder, and he’d never hit the gym which showed by his rounded belly protruding under his sweater. 
    “Violet’s not back either.” Joel lowered his voice to a whisper for only Ryder to hear. “Probably tightening her chastity belt,” he said, jabbing Ryder’s stomach with his elbow as he pulled away. 
    Joel always had a low stab for Violet, which made Ryder wonder again, what the hell they were all doing at the Caliendo Resort in the first place or why Joel had married her in the first place?
    This particular dig at Violet sent direct heat to Ryder’s manhood, knowing that he’d unlocked Violet’s chastity belt only minutes earlier, and that he would deeply consider traveling through storms and climbing mountains to find that key again.
    Distraction...distraction...distraction.
    Missy slid in for a hug too, with her small frame. “I’m so glad you could come. Are you still on for fishing next week? I know it’s all Joel has been talking about.” Missy slipped back into the nook of Joel’s side, and his arm automatically wrapped around her.
    “Up bright and early and home late, just like when we were kids,” Ryder said, remembering the times Joel’s parents would stay at the lake house and the boys would head out fishing with their dads.
    Both being only children, they’d bonded back then. A bond that had taken them through boarding school and into university, but since then their friendship had struggled and tapered, only seeing each other when Ryder visited Willow Valley. It was more in the last two years with Donald living at the lake house permanently, a truth he was yet to share with Joel, if he ever did. He just hoped Joel kept his financial life out of trouble, because Donald was now powerless to help and Ryder wasn’t putting his neck on the line.