RUSH (Montgomery Men Book 1)(10)

By: C.A. Harms



“Ah, sweetheart, we love you too.”

That was big. And it was all I needed to hear to know that I had this. I would survive this and I’d be the strong Kiera Masterson I’d been led to be. I’d prepared for this role every day for the last six months. And over the last month Lucy had taught me to hold my head high and be confident and proud. Together we had created a new me. This and the skills Rig had taught me meant I now knew how to protect myself. I felt like I could conquer my life, and it would all start tomorrow.





ASHTON

I NEEDED TO STOP LETTING my fucking brother convince me to go out with him, I thought as I stretched my arms above my head. My mouth was pasty, and my fucking head was pounding like a jackhammer had been going at it.

When I lowered my arms, I made contact with something hard beneath the covers at my side and I instantly froze. I’d just come out of a yearlong relationship with the bitch of all bitches, and I began praying like hell that the person at my side wasn’t Sloane. That would fucking wreck the fact that I’d been ignoring her for the last three weeks.

I turned my head slowly toward the sleeping figure and sighed in relief as the reddish-brown hair that pooled around her heart-shaped face came into view. She was definitely not the blonde bombshell of evil I refused to rekindle a relationship with. This woman was attractive. Not the kind of beauty that made my chest tighten with undesirable lust, but appealing in her own way. Apparently appealing enough for me to bring back to my penthouse and fuck all night long though.

I was going to have to put a stop to my brother, Beckett’s, plan to fix the life of his older brother. He was convinced he would find me the woman that would bring me to my knees. The fucker was single himself and should be focusing on his own love life, but he had much more interest in mine.

“Good morning, handsome.” The soft whisper came from my side, regaining my attention. “Last night was amazing,” the woman said as she slid her hand across my lower stomach.

Why was it that women felt going home with a random guy they met in a bar would instantly lead to a long life of happiness and bliss? It was a hookup. I had no desire to find my next love.

Fuck, I don’t know if I even ever truly loved Sloane.

She was hot, flaming fucking hot. She was sexy and blew my mind in bed. That girl definitely knew her way around a cock. But at the end of the day she was a certifiable bitch. A person could only tolerate so much before it was time to walk away.

I had reached that point with Sloane.

“What do you wanna to do now?” the woman asked, and I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to refrain from telling her to stop rubbing her pussy against my thigh.

I wasn’t an asshole—well, okay, maybe I was. But I was trying to get better at it. But sometimes certain situations called for a certain tactics, and this was one of those times.

“Listen, last night was fun.” I didn’t think telling her that I barely remembered leaving the bar let alone fucking her was necessary. “But it was just one night. Nothing more is gonna happen. I don’t have the desire for anything permanent.”

Her smile faltered just a little. “Oh I didn’t expect anything more either. Just maybe another round before I go.”

I wasn’t tempted in the slightest. If her presence couldn’t penetrate the hungover haze I was in now, I figured she couldn’t have been that memorable. My cock showed no signs of interest either.

“I’ve got to get to the office.” I used work as an excuse. I was the fucking boss; I could go in whenever I felt like it. Hell, I could work at home while she knelt before me and sucked me off if I chose. But again, it didn’t appeal to me. “I’ve got meetings all day.” Another lie.

“Another time, then,” she cooed.

So that not-being-an-asshole tactic didn’t seem to be working for me. It was time to get rid of the cling-on.

“I’m gonna be honest here,” I said, and she nodded, smiling, thinking I was about to woo her. “I like to fuck, but I don’t like the awkward shit that goes along with it. When I pick up a woman, I expect her to let me fuck her senseless and then in the morning gather her belongings and slip out without saying good-bye. It’s a form a release, that’s it.”

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