Used (Unlovable, #1) (Unlovable Series) by Lynetta Halat Read Free Book Online

ride. I smile when I think about Greer climbing on behind me and riding a little ways. His hands had never left my hips, and his lips had never left my neck. He’s been so wonderful, but we’ve never really discussed where we’re going with this. It has only been a month, but I hope our lack of labels is because he sees us like I do—undeniable and strong.
    Our connection is so strong, and our being together seems like a “given” to me now. I can’t imagine not being with him after what we’ve shared this summer. Still, it’s like we’ve existed in a bubble, and I’m afraid it’s about to land on a sharp piece of grass. Our summer’s coming to an end all too quickly, and I wonder how things will be when we return to school. Will he tell everyone I’m his girl? Will I ride beside him in his new truck? Will he write my name on his notebooks, doodling little hearts around it? He certainly has doodled his name all over my heart.
    Letting go of the reins, I spin around to head to the house. The ridiculous grin falls from my face immediately.
    “What are you doing in here?” I ask Blake. My mom’s new husband cares absolutely nothing for our animals and has no right to be in here. Clearly, he’s been standing there a while watching me.
    “I could ask you the same question, little missy. You’re supposed to be in bed.” Shit! Greer and I had sneaked out for a midnight ride. My mother doesn’t really give a shit; she might yell a little, but Greer’s mother will flip the fuck out. I hope they didn’t call her.
    I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “How’d you know I wasn’t?”
    “I just went in to check on you,” he says, as he closes the tack room door behind him. I swallow nervously. I can hear a slight slur to his words, and I know firsthand that he can’t handle his liquor.
    I strive to keep the panic from my voice. “You went into my room? It was locked. How’d you get in?”
    “I picked the lock, missy. I was worried about you when you didn’t answer the door.”
    My blood boils and calls for me to throw myself at him, clawing and scratching, but I maintain my calm façade. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that again. I’d also appreciate it very much if you stay out of my room and away from me. I don’t trust you, Blake.” As soon as I utter those words, my control snaps. “And, as soon as my mother wizens up, your sorry ass will be down the road just like the rest and her number seven will be a distant memory.” I am seething by the time I finish my little speech. I’m hoping that my strength puts him off like it has the ones who have come before him. How many times have I had to fight off my mother’s perverted husbands or their perverted friends and family? It’s repulsive. I need to make him see that I’m too strong to be fucked with. That I’ll shout the barn down and rip his head off if he messes with me. His free ride would effectively come to an end, and I’m praying that he won’t risk it.
    “Sorry ass, huh? How you figure?”
    I point my finger at him, and I curse myself at the little tremor that courses through me. “Because I’m not stupid. I know what you want from me, and I’m not gonna let you take it. I’ll die before I let you touch me, but I won’t die before I fight you with every ounce of life that beats within me.”
    Blake throws his head back in laughter, surprising me. When he quiets down, he surprises me further when he says, “You have a mighty high opinion of yourself, little missy. I don’t want nothin’ from you. I just came to check on you. And don’t lie to your mother again, or I’ll be telling her all about your little midnight ride with Mr. Tanner.” I open my mouth to tell him not to talk about Greer, but he raises his hand and keeps on going. “Did you lay down for him?”
    “What? No!” I admit, caught off-guard. I can’t believe I just told him that, but I didn’t expect him to have the nerve to ask.
    “You know what