Rough Riders Legacy Book 1
By Lorelei James
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Check out the following excerpt from the New Adult Contemporary Romance UNBREAK MY HEART, the first book in the Rough Riders Legacy series, featuring the star crossed teen couple Boone West and Sierra McKay from the Rough Riders novel, GONE COUNTRY, who are all grown up and finally get their happily ever after…available now from Lorelei James!
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“How do I know that you’re not a shitty dancer who’ll tromp on my toes or embarrass me with disco moves?”
I braced my forearm on the bar and leaned in, losing my train of thought when I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and, beneath that sweetness, the earthier musk of her skin, Brushing my lips across her ear, I murmured, “Only one way to find out if I’ve got the moves like Jagger, McKay.”
She laughed. “Okay.”
I clasped her left hand in my right, towing her behind me until we reached the farthest edge of the dance floor.
Sierra brought our clasped hands up and rested her left hand on my right shoulder, keeping our bodies a proper distance apart like we were in fifth grade gym class.
“Nice try, but you belong here.” I circled her arms around my neck. Then I placed my hands in the small of her back with my forearms resting on her hips. “Much better.”
“Says you. But if your hands migrate toward my ass, you’ll get a knee to your nuts, West.”
I chuckled. “Tough talk.”
“Try me.”
“If you want to touch my nuts all you’ve gotta do is ask, no need to get violent about it.”
She had no response for that.
Conversation was the dead last thing on my mind as I finally held this woman in my arms. She matched her rhythm to mine. Even our breath synchronized as I felt the rising and falling of her chest and her exhale across my neck.
I bit back a groan. I’d always known we’d move together like this—which is why I’d never allowed our bodies to touch during those months we first got to know each other. I’d even lied about why I planned to skip prom, claiming I didn’t have the money or the right transportation. But the truth was if I’d seen Sierra dressed to the nines and then spent the entire night body to body like this? I would’ve had her stripped bare as soon as we were alone and I never would’ve left Wyoming.
“What are you thinking about?” she demanded. “Because you’re making some Neanderthal noises.”
“I’m thinking about the real reason I didn’t ask you to prom.”
“Is this the ‘I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you excuse’?”
“Not an excuse, Sierra, and you damn well know it.”
Her disbelieving snort vibrated against my neck. “I’m so glad you were able to keep your virtue and my hymen intact when you took off a month later.”
I wasn’t falling for her attempt to rile me, which in turn would rile her and give her an excuse to stomp away mad. “That’s the only time in my life I’ve come close to being virtuous.”
“I think you had ‘virtue’ confused with ‘self-interest’,” she retorted.
Sliding my left hand up past the nape of her neck, I sifted my fingers through her hair until I had a good grip. “You’re going there? Good. We need to get this shit out in the open, so we can move on from it.” I felt the ferocity flicker in my eyes, knew she saw it and didn’t bother to try and hide it. “I secretly ate it up that a girl like you had a thing for me. That you saw me beyond the bullshit. But goddammit, don’t pretend you didn’t know how I felt about you that whole time.”
“I didn’t know,” she said hotly.
“Bull. You were the only person I spent my nonworking hours with. I didn’t hang with the guys. I didn’t have any friends at school besides you, Sierra.”
“Because you were too busy working toward getting the hell out of Wyoming to bother with any of that normal teen life stuff.”
“So why did I go out of my way to make time for you? Only you? Because you were the most important person in my life.” In pressing my point I ended up increasing my grip on her hair. “What we were to each other was always deeper than just friends.”
“I didn’t want to just be your friend, Boone.”
“You’d have less resentment toward me now if I’d turned our friendship into something more and then left?”
“You didn’t give me a choice.” She twisted out of my hold and broke eye contact. “I hated you for that.”
The knot in my gut tightened. “Hated?”
“With the power of a thousand fiery suns kind of hatred that a sixteen year old girl excels at. After you left, I spent most of the summer in Paris with my mom. I got rid of that pesky virginity as soon as possible to a sophisticated—and experienced—French college senior named Jon-Michael.”
I ground my teeth together.
That’s when she glanced up at me. “The worst part wasn’t you not taking me to prom. The worst part was finding out, literally at the last minute, that you had cared about me the way I’d dreamed you would.” Her gaze searched mine. “Then you kissed me and satisfied your curiosity so you could move on.”
“No. No,” I repeated, more vehemently, “that goddamn kiss wrecked me, Sierra.”
She went utterly still.
“Wrecked me,” I repeated. Curling my hand beneath her jaw, I feathered my thumb over her bottom lip. “I didn’t kiss another woman for a goddamned year because I couldn’t get this mouth out of my mind. I kept flashing back to that smile, the one that dazzled me the first time we met. Or the sneering one that pissed me off, because it managed to be cute and a little mean. I remembered how badly I wanted to bite this pouting bottom lip when you were being a brat. But mostly I remembered how your lips softened beneath mine from that first touch.”
“Then you remember the taste of my tears, too.”
Those words hit me as hard as a punch to the gut. But I soldiered on, continuing to gently stroke her lower lip, while inching closer. “And you know the taste of mine,” I said softly.
That startled her. Then she whispered, “You’re right. God. I’d…forgotten.”
“You think it was easy for me? That I just climbed on my bike and never looked back? Never thought about you, never wished my life circumstances had been different so I didn’t have to make that choice?”
She shook her head. “But it did get easier to block it out, didn’t it?”
No malice distorted her words. She’d been speaking for herself as much as asking me. “It did. And then there were times when I imagined what it’d be like when I finally saw you again.”
“It’s not exactly been us holding hands, having heart-to-hearts, and hugging it out, has it?”
“No. But you haven’t kicked me in the balls either, so I’m still ahead of the curve.”
That earned me a smile.
And I shamelessly caressed the bow of her upper lip with my thumb, as if I could make the touch erotic enough that she’d let me use my tongue next time. When her breath caught, I groaned.
“Boone. What are we doing?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m about to kiss you.” I shifted the position of my hand, lightly resting it on her throat. “Are you gonna run?”
Sierra’s eyes were affixed to my mouth. “Not right this second. But I reserve the right to freak out afterward. So you’d better make this good.”
PIECE OF MY HEART, book 2 in the Rough Riders Legacy series, featuring college-aged rodeo star Anton McKay, will release late fall 2017!