ONE INDECENT NIGHT (A West Sisters Novel)
Copyright © 2019 by A.M. Hargrove
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For the lovers of The West Brothers Novels
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
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Contents
Stalk Me
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
Fifty-Two
Fifty-Three
Fifty-Four
Fifty-Five
Fifty-Six
Fifty-Seven
Fifty-Eight
Fifty-Nine
Epilogue
Playlist
Follow Me
Acknowledgments
About The Author
Stalk Me
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The West Sisters Novels:
One Indecent Night
One Shameless Night (TBD)
One Blissful Night (TBD)
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The West Brothers Novels:
From Ashes to Flames
From Ice to Flames
From Smoke to Flames
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For The Love of English
For The Love of My Sexy Geek (The Vault)
I’ll Be Waiting (The Vault)
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The Men of Crestview:
A Special Obsession
Chasing Vivi
Craving Midnight
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Cruel and Beautiful
A Mess of a Man
One Wrong Choice
A Beautiful Sin
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The Wilde Players Dirty Romance Series:
Sidelined
Fastball
Hooked
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Worth Every Risk
The Edge Series:
Edge of Disaster
Shattered Edge
Kissing Fire
The Tragic Duet:
Tragically Flawed, Tragic 1
Tragic Desires, Tragic 2
The Hart Brothers Series:
Freeing Her, Book 1
Freeing Him, Book 2
Kestrel, Book 3
The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart
Sabin, A Seven Novel
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The Guardians of Vesturon Series
Prologue
Sylvie
Groaning, I rolled over, or tried to anyway. My head clanged like the Liberty Bell—that is if it could still actually clang—and my mouth felt like a hundred possums had died in it. What the hell had happened? “Ugh, water. I need water.”
“Hang on a sec, sweets. I’ll get you some,” a deep, sexy voice said.
Wait a second. I had my own hotel room. Who the hell was that? I opened one eye and saw a man’s naked ass climbing out of bed and walking to the small fridge. I might add, said ass was perfectly formed and sculpted with those hot indentations on the sides that flawless muscular men had. He bent down, grabbed two waters, and turned back toward the bed.
Oh, fuck no. Please, God tell me I didn’t sleep with Evan Thomas, my cousin’s best friend.
I lifted the covers ever so slightly and yep, I was bare-assed naked too.
Ahh, double fuck. I was so screwed.
Mr. Hot and Sexy Muscular Ass and Perfect Face and Body, Evan, slid back into bed and handed me a water after he opened the bottle. “Here ya go, sweets. How ya feeling?”
I swallowed. “Uh, er, not too good.”
“Yeah, I kept telling you last night to take it easy on the Reposado, but you kept telling me it was fine.”
“I did?” I mumbled into the sheets.
“Uh huh. Your exact words were, ‘I’m a tequila expert, slick. Pass me that bottle.’”
“I did?” I actually squeaked the words out that time.
“Yep, and that was after you kicked your shoes off dancing on the table. Then we never could find them. You jumped on my back, begging for a piggyback ride, slapping my ass the whole time, yelling, ‘Yeehaw. Giddy-up, slick.’”
“Oh, God.” I buried my face in the pillow.
“Hey, you were positively adorable. Pearson never told me how much fun his cousin was.”
Suddenly, the pillow I was hiding behind vanished, and he was hovering over me. “Sylvie, you can’t hide from me.” Then his mouth dipped to kiss me.
“No!”
He backed away and asked, “What’s wrong, sweets?”
“You can’t kiss me!”
“Why not. After what we did last night, I wouldn’t think you’d be opposed to a little kiss.”
Oh, God, what the hell did we do last night?
“My breath smells,” I yelled, “like a bunch of dead possums.”
He stared at me a second, then said, “I love dead possums,” right before he kissed me. This was no casual peck on the lips. This was the real deal—he even gave me tongue. Jesus, I needed to get him the hell out of here. Wait. What if I was in his room? Fuck, fuckery, fuck. How did I let myself end up in this situation? Oh, right. I was drunk off my ass.
“Hey, sweets. Let’s get dressed and go eat. I’m starved. But how about a little shower action first?” He took my hand and pulled.
“W-wait. You have to fill in the blanks.”
“Huh?”
“I’m sorry, but my memory is a bit fuzzy.” I finally confessed to him.
Why, oh why did I do that? It was the worst thing I could’ve done. Instead of insulting him, he treated me to his woman-killer smile. It always had melted me. This time, my heart nearly combusted. Perfect teeth, lips, and a face to match, he was every woman’s dream. Dark hair, all tousled from a night’s sleep—or maybe rough sex—bright green eyes and that damn sexy body, made my vagina clench.
“Sweets, you were crazy wild in bed.” He winked. “I’m talking my kind of woman.”
What the hell did I do? I always considered myself tame between the sheets.
“Um, would you care to explain?”
His cheeks turned positively pink! Oh shit. That spelled huge trouble.
“Yeah, well, first you jumped on the bed like a five-year-old. Then you stripped and jumped on the bed, and sweets, it was fabulous. Then you undressed me and made me jump on the bed, but you got worried my head would hit the ceiling, even though I tried to tell you it wouldn’t. And then …” He rubbed his face and looked very sheepish. What could I possibly have done that embarrassed him so?
“What? Tell me!”
“Yeah, okay, you went down on me like a Dyson, and then asked me if I owned a butt plug.”
“I what?” I choked on the words.
“Uh huh. And you wanted to know if I had any handcuffs to which I said no. Then you asked if I would spank you, which I did. Your ass was a lovely shade of pink. You wanted to know how good of a flogger I was. I admitted not good at all, seeing as I’d never flogged anyone.”
“Flogger?”
“Yep. Said you’d always wanted your clit flogged.”
“My cl…oh, my God. Stop. I don’t want to know anymore.” I wanted to crawl into the deepest hole and die. Clit flogging? Where the hell did that come from?
“Out of curiosity, is that a real thing? Clit flogging?”
“How would I know? I’ve never heard of it until now.”
“Weird. Ever since you mentioned it, it’s made me wonder.”
My hand unconsciously reached for said clit. “Wouldn’t that hurt?” I asked, cringing.
“No clue, seeing as I don’t have one. A clit that is.”
“I have to go.” I tried to get up.
“Sweets, we need to shower first. All that sex we had last night, we sort of reek.”
Sniff, sniff. The entire room smelled of sex now that he mentioned it. “Whose room is this?”
“It’s yours.”
Thank fuck. “Evan, what time is it?”
“Nine thirty, why?”
“Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Evan, I’m happy we had a great time last night and all, but I have an eleven o’clock plane to catch so you need to leave. Now.”
“Wow. I’ve never had to do the walk of shame before.”
“Sorry, but I have to hurry. So, if you can hurry up and get dressed and go, I’d really appreciate it.”
“No problem. But Sylvie, one thing first. This thing between us. It’s far from over.” He dropped another kiss on my lips, flashed me a sexy grin and got out of bed. Damn, the guy was one sexy dude.
But he was completely wrong. This thing between us was dead and buried. I would never show my face to him again, under any circumstances.
He dressed and left. After he was gone, I wondered a lot of things. Did he use a condom? Was he clean? How many times did we do it? From the feel of things between my thighs, it was a lot. Damn, why did I get myself into this mess?
One
Sylvie
Monday morning, I dragged my tired butt into the office. Starr greeted me with a huge smile filled with questions. Everyone would want to know how the wedding was. After all, one of our counselors, Rose, had married my cousin, Pearson, who happened to have been one of our patients here. It wasn’t every day something like that occurred. Actually, it never had happened before. Theirs had been under very unusual circumstances, to say the least, and was a long, complicated story, best told by them, as it wasn’t mine to tell.
“So? How was it?” Starr asked.
“Ugh.”
“Is that a good ugh or a bad ugh?”
“Both,” I answered.
Starr clapped her hands and followed me down to my office. “I can’t wait to hear all the details. How did she look? And Pearson? What about him?” she asked the questions in a dreamy tone. Pearson was one of the best looking guys ever, and all the women here talked about him when he was an in-patient. Honestly, it was hard not to. Even I noticed and I was his cousin.
“Give me a minute. I need more coffee.”
“Oh, I can get that.”
Before she even got out of my office, Leeanne, the director of Flower Power Serenity Center, stuck her head in and said, “Well? Was it absolutely fabulous?”
“Grrrr.”
“Wow, someone’s in a bad mood today,” she said with a grin.
“Here,” Starr said, handing me a huge mug of my favorite brew. “This should help.”
Leeanne took a seat across from my desk as I plopped into the chair and tossed my bag down. “I guess you can tell I had way too much fun. The fact is, I haven’t had that much fun since college,” I groaned, putting my head in my hand.
“That bad? You need some essential oils.” She jumped to her feet, took my diffuser out, and a few minutes later, the oils were permeating the air. “This will make you feel better in no time.” Leeanne was a huge believer in oils and we had them everywhere in the center. Then she stuck a floral wreath on my head for some extra help.
“Thanks.”
“Now can we have all the juicy details?” Starr asked.
“All right. The wedding was gorgeous, along with the bride and her little flower girl.” I was referring to Montana, the bride, Sylvie’s, daughter. She was precious. “They both wore similar dresses, carried similar bouquets, and wore similar floral head wreaths. Here, let me show you.” I pulled out my phone and showed them pictures my sisters had taken.
They both oohed and ahhed over them, along with the pictures of Pearson.
“Who are they?” they asked about the men with Pearson.
Those are Pearson’s brothers, Grey and Hudson, and that one is his best friend.
Leeanne asked, “Are you serious? Does he know any normal looking people?”
“Right? It was a den of hot men.”
“Are they married?” Starr asked.
“Yes, but the best friend is single.”
We were interrupted then by one of the front desk admins. “Sylvie, I have a delivery for you.” She came in with a huge bouquet of red and white roses and set them on my desk.
“My, oh, my. Someone has an admirer,” Leeanne said.
I frowned as I took the small card out. My frown deepened as I read it.
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I miss you already, sweets, and can’t wait to see you again.
Evan
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“Oh no.”
“What?” Starr asked.
I crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash, jumped to my feet, and chased down the admin. When I caught her, I said, “Lisa,
if anyone named Evan calls for me, tell him I’m not in and whatever you do, don’t give him my number. Cell or office line.”
“Sure, Sylvie.”
“Thanks.”
By the time I got back to my office, Leeanne and Starr were practically drooling for information.
“What was that all about?” Leeanne asked.
I sighed and stared at the beautiful flowers. Then I suggested she take them.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Who’re they from?” Starr asked.
“No one.”
Leeanne was too perceptive to buy this. “Sylvie, why are you acting so strange?”
“I really screwed up,” I groaned. Then I gave them sketchy details of what happened at the wedding with Evan. Of course, I left out the part where he fucked my brains out.
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