Page 17 of Wandering in Love
“It was easier to stay.”
“Since when do you do anything because it’s easy?”
I shuffle closer to her, my hands cupping the back of her neck, forcing her eyes on mine. My thumb brushes her bottom lip. I crave her like nothing else I’ve ever come in contact with before. Every cell in my body beats to her name. She makes me fucking crazy, but not having her makes me insane.
“Eva!” Will calls.
She tries to turn her head, but I take her lips with mine, keeping her attention on me. My world starts and ends right here. It doesn’t just revolve around her. It is her. She’s mine, whether she wants it to be true or not. This girl was made for me and me alone.
Eva melts against me, her arms wrapping around my waist. I slant my mouth over hers; her lips open for me to deepen the kiss. Her little whimpers set fire to my veins. I want her naked, now, writhing beneath me, crying out my name, showing every one of these fuckers who she belongs too.
“Ian,” Will bites out, standing right next to me.
Eva jumps in surprise at having him so close, pulling her lips from mine. Slowly turning my head, I look at my little brother with contempt.
“Time’s up.” He smirks up at me.
My girl’s cheeks are beet red when she steps back, grabbing the pitchfork from where I leaned it against the wall and walking away.
“Nice of you to stop by,” Will states, clapping me on the shoulder and pushing me toward the entrance. “Come back when you can’t stay so long.”
He shoves me out of the barn, crossing his arms over his chest and spreading his feet to hold his ground. I stomp off toward my car and open the door when he yells for me.
“Maybe it wasn’t your last name she gave him!”
I freeze, turning toward him glaring daggers at him.
“May the best brother win.” He smirks, wagging his eyebrows.
Anger boils in my gut. “You lay one finger on her and I’ll do more than split your lip.”
I hate how she turns me into a caveman, but I can’t fight it. I will knock my brother out for touching her.
Chapter Eight
EVA
It’s Friday night in a small town, that means everyone is crowded into a bar drinking beer. The sheriff and deputies are basically parked outside to make sure no one is driving drunk and offering rides home.
By the end of my day at Rojas Ranch, I’m frustrated, angry, and hurt. I’m not sure how Brad found me here in Willow Springs, since I never told him where I was from.
I know I wasn’t exactly honest with him about who I was, but I was faithful at least.
Shaking my head, I climb out of Will’s truck and head inside the noisy bar for a much-needed beer. Though I can’t make out his face, I can feel Ian’s stare in the goosebumps that break out over my skin. He’s watching me. That man has only gotten better with age.
I swear I can still feel him on my skin. The press of his fingers into my flesh, the whisper of his lips.
At the bar, Will grabs two beers, and we head to the back to an empty pool table.
“You play?” he asks, reaching for a pool cue.
“I do.” I smile, lifting the bottle to my lips and taking a long drink.
He sets his beer down and passes me a cue. He gets the balls racked and breaks.
“Solids,” he calls out as he sinks the six in a side pocket.
He moves around the table, calculating his next move before lining up a shot and taking it. It’s damn close, but the ball catches the corner and bounces off.