Wild for Him by Jill Sorenson Read Free Book Online

not in love with you anymore.”
    Mitch flinched as if he’d been struck. “Maybe you never were.”
    Her eyes darkened with hurt, which didn’t make him feel any better. He couldn’t believe what she’d just said. He had to get out of here before he exploded. He’d forgiven her for cheating, and she’d rejected him anyway.
    He’d lost her.
    Unfuckingbelievable.
    Jaw clenched in anger, he walked away from her, striding through the cafeteria. Her new boyfriend was waiting by the door, watching to make sure Mitch didn’t put his hands on her. As Mitch passed by, he shoved Josh into the hallway, sending him sprawling.
    Then he kept going and didn’t look back.

CHAPTER SIX
    G WEN WALKED FROM the transit center to downtown San Bernardino.
    It was late afternoon by the time she found a hotel with a vacancy. She plugged in her phone and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She was so embarrassed about getting tangled up with Mitch this morning.
    So. Embarrassed.
    Ugh.
    Her zipper must have slipped down after she fell asleep. She shouldn’t have unfastened the top button. Maybe she’d been having a sexy dream. Either that or her body had responded to his unconsciously. She’d woken to his hand between her legs and his erection prodding her bottom. Her nipples were stiff, her sex swollen. When he’d stroked her tingling flesh, she couldn’t prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping her lips.
    God.
    She could never tell Helena about this.
    He’d recoiled in shock, seeming horrified by the accidental touch—and her heated response. Even as she’d flushed with shame, her eyes had wandered down to his straining cock. It looked big.
    She was going to hell. Straight to hell.
    Her phone chimed with a new message, startling her out of the sexual daze. She might have drifted off for a few minutes. She picked up her cell and glanced at the screen. Mitch had sent a new text.
I found Helena at the hospital. She got stitches but she is okay. Where are you?
    Gwen texted back the address of the hotel and her room number. They might need a place to stay tonight. Every hotel in Southern California was filled to capacity with displaced residents. If Helena was injured, she’d be more comfortable here than an evacuation center. The room only had one bed, and sleeping next to them would be awkward, under the circumstances, but that’s what friends were for.
    They shared beds. Not boyfriends.
    Gwen went to the bathroom, tugged off her clothes and climbed into the shower. The hot spray made her feel better. She put on her only clean clothes, a tank top and a pair of drawstring pants. Then she brushed her teeth and tied back her hair.
    She studied her reflection in the mirror, her heart racing. She’d always preferred dramatic makeup and stylish clothes, especially for work. She couldn’t wait to be back in her tattoo shop. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of the earthquake damages. Native Ink meant the world to her.
    Exiting the bathroom, she flopped down on the bed and turned on the TV. Images of devastation assaulted her. She stared at the screen, feeling numb. Thousands of people were dead and she was crying about a building. Bricks and stones.
    A knock on the door interrupted her reverie. She switched off the news and answered it. Mitch was standing there with a paper bag in one hand and a belligerent look on his face. The air smelled like rain. There was a storm brewing.
    “Can I come in?”
    She stepped aside. “Where’s Helena?”
    “With her new boyfriend.”
    Gwen shut the door behind him, frowning. “What?”
    He placed the paper bag on the table and sat down in the only chair. Lifting a bottle of tequila from the bag, he twisted off the cap. “She’s seeing someone else.”
    “Who?”
    “Some security guard. Josh.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Don’t I fucking wish.” He tilted the bottle to his lips and took a healthy swig.
    Gwen had met Josh at one of Helena’s work functions. He wasn’t really a