by Cari Quinn
Going Hard
Boys of Fall
Cari Quinn
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Wild Card - Mari Carr
Full Coverage - Erin Nicholas
Boys of Fall Series
Bedded Bliss
Lost in Oblivion Series
Also by Cari & Taryn
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The Boys of Fall – Going Hard
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For Mom…always.
Prologue
October
This may not be hell, but it’s doing a damn fine imitation.
Hollie Bennett tugged down her T-shirt over her fashionably tight jeans and two-stepped out the side door of the barn where Coach Carr’s party was being held. She hoisted her red Solo cup high over her head—well, as high as a five-footer could hoist—to avoid her T-shirt getting soaked. The last thing she needed was to show off all her non-assets in a wet T-shirt. Especially one that said: Who needs a vibrator when you have library books?
She’d been dealing with the fact she was as adorable as a tiny pet chinchilla her entire life. No need to demonstrate she was also tiny in an important area up top.
As soon as she’d escaped outside, she headed around back, her aim the creek that ran through the property.
She made it as far as turning the corner of the building.
“Running again, hmm?”
She stopped and downed the rest of her drink. Funny, that “whole liquid” courage thing? Turned out to be total bullshit. She still didn’t feel capable of facing Rafe Martinez, and she was halfway to loaded.
Okay, probably a third of the way to loaded. It didn’t take much since she rarely drank. The last time had been the Sheffields’ party—when she’d been very surprised to make the acquaintance of Rafe’s large, well-proportioned penis.
No wonder she’d been off the sauce ever since.
“Do you see my feet kicking up dust? No. This is called a brisk pace.” She gripped her cup and turned, unsurprised to see he’d almost caught up to her. Damn long legs.
Damn long everything.
“I’ve been wanting to speak to you.”
“Fabulous. I’ll just turn off my phone so we won’t be interrupted, because I’m sure it’s extremely important.” She made a show of fishing her phone out of the serviceable bra hidden by her V-neck T-shirt and turned it off. “Now, as you were saying?”
“Cut the crap, Hol. I know you’re trying to avoid me. You probably didn’t shut it off at all. Let me guess, you have some friend on one-button standby. Save me from the geek who’s got me cornered outside the barn.”
“No, but now you’re making me wish I had. That’s rather ingenious.”
Rafe shook his head, and she glimpsed the tenseness of his jaw in the light on the eaves of the barn. “We used to be friends. You used to like spending time with me.”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin and pretended to think. “Do you have dates of this supposed liking? Because all I remember is—”
He kissed her. Hard. Big hands on her shoulders, dragging her in. Soft, soft lips, dragging her down. And his tongue, flicking encouragingly against her own.
Lord. He had no problem using his kisses to make his point, which was probably that she’d have to wring out her panties by the end of the night. At least if they stuck to just kissing—what appeared to be his only talent.
She should’ve seen it coming. He wasn’t a man to stand around talking—or snarking—about the past. Not when he could slay her with a convincing argument of his own.
Like, oh, say the steel pike in his jeans pressing insistently against her belly. So close to the shirt where she proclaimed library books were better than vibrators.
The truth? The results depended entirely on who wielded the implement. And Rafe Martinez? He had all the goods, all right. His grocery cart was fully stacked and then some. But as far as implementation…
Lame. So lame. She could’ve had wilder sex with one of the Culbert twins. In fact, she had, and they both were so used to living in the library that their skin was the same complexion as the surface of the moon.
At least they didn’t glow, she was almost sure.
“Wait. Stop.” Her hands came up to shove back Rafe, and he obliged immediately. Always a gentleman, that one. That was part of the problem.
He’d treated her like she was a fumbling virgin in bed, probably prone to the vapors at the sight of the male member. Worst of all, she was practically a fumbling virgin, on account that her only lovers were Roy Culbert, an unfortunate hookup with Connor Jones in college, and…Rafe.
That was the entirety of her experience. Still, she had books. She had the internet. She had goddamn streaming porn! This was a new era for women. And she was damn sure that she didn’t have to settle for gentle urgings of “can you come now?” instead of “dammit, you bad girl, you better soak my cock or I’ll spank your ass.”
She flushed and cast a glance around to make sure no one had spotted their brief lip-lock. Nope, no one nearby. Everyone was still mostly dancing and laughing inside. Thank God.
Also, maybe she needed to cut back on the streaming for a while. It wasn’t doing a thing to help her with her clearly unrealistic expectations.
“Exactly what I thought,” Rafe said, still panting. “You aren’t talking to me like you used to because you know it was too good between us. That’s why you’re running scared.”
She tried not to laugh. She honestly did. It wasn’t nice, for one thing, and for another they definitely had some kind of mouth-generated chemistry. Unfortunately, the spark fizzled out below the neck.
Not his fault, probably. Probably also not hers. Good sex was like shaking things up and waiting to see what fizzed, right? And the two of them were incompatible in so many ways that it wasn’t surprising at all their molecules or whatnot didn’t play well together once the lights were out.
“You know it. Stop denying the truth, Hol. We were incendiary.”
A laugh finally tumbled out of her, leaving her no choice but to bend over to catch her breath. She gripped her knees, using the moment to take another quick look around. The last thing either of them needed was to be overheard. Rafe was her brother-in-law, for God’s sake. If word got back to her older brother Wade or Rafe’s sister Charlene that they’d played hide the hot dog, they’d never hear the end of it.
Because nothing was ever just sex with those two, especially now that they were p
ost-honeymoon. Every single event was obviously just one more speedbump on the path to twue love.
Bollocks to that. She wanted twue fucking, an entirely different channel on the remote control.
“Did you just say bollocks? Are you feigning being British like Madonna now?”
That killed her laughter in an instant. She drew herself back up. “Excuse me, one can use a phrase that isn’t traditionally American without feigning a damn thing. And you know what else I must’ve feigned? That I had a good time that night.”
The shock that telegraphed across his face nearly made her laugh once more. “Come again?”
“No, I did not come again. In fact, I didn’t even come the first time. Not that that’s the only barometer to good sex, but I’m just saying. The next time you wave your male ego around, make sure you know of whence you speak.” She narrowed her eyes and inched up on her tiptoes to get as close to his ear as possible. Stupid insanely tall man. “By the way, most men enjoy having their balls fondled. You should look into that before the next time you tell someone else that’s a no-fly zone.”
She strode back toward the lights and music of the party, frowning down at her crumpled cup. He must’ve hauled her against him with enough force to cause mangling. That probably explained the tingle in her lips too.
Energy expended, that was all. Her body was simply reacting to his skill at the kissing arts. She definitely didn’t want more of what that particular architect-slash-self-appointed protector-slash-soothing sex provider was offering.
She wasn’t attracted to the guy or anything. She also hadn’t nearly lost her mind at the prospect of having sex with him, even if she’d suspected he’d done it as just another form of overprotectiveness.
Sex as an electrical fence to keep her away from other, potentially dangerous guys. Hey, it was a thing on TV. And in romance novels, another one of her not-so-secret guilty pleasures.
Actually no, screw the guilt. She was not feeling guilt about anything anymore. Wild, wanton women didn’t fret about hurt feelings.
Besides, it wasn’t like she’d had a minor crush on him through all of her high school years. Her diary was the only one who knew that, and since that lilac bit of horrendousness was now no more than ashes in the fire pit on her family’s property, she didn’t have to worry about being found out.
Sometimes people had bad sex. It happened. Not in porn though, which is why she needed to stop watching it.
Her goal was to have amazing, no-strings sex and to live freely while she was still young. Ish. She didn’t want to get married and settle down right away. Not until she’d sewn her wild oats and had some real adventures, both with and without her clothes.
So as much as she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, she couldn’t keep tiptoeing around Rafe. Spelling things out for him was the only way to get him to see she didn’t need him to watch out for her. And boy, did he watch. He’d stared at her all night, probably to make sure she didn’t get in over her head with some guy who would finally show her all she’d been missing.
Thank you, but no.
The time had come for her to let loose. And Rafe Martinez wasn’t going to have any part of it. Especially not the part currently covered by a lacy thong.
Her brothers were both settling down—Colt was definitely down for the count with Paige and Drake, no question there—so she was going to make like a black sheep and do the exact opposite.
Saddle up, world. Watch out for Hollie Bennett.
1
Four months later
“No, I’m well aware of the contractor’s limitations. I’m also quite certain that he can understand the client is singular in his needs and expectations. To be frank, at the price that Mr. Domini is paying, it shouldn’t be an issue.”
Rafe flicked his finger against the silver metronome on his desk and listened to the metallic ping as the other man droned on and on.
“Make it happen,” he snapped finally, clicking off the phone and tossing it on the glossy surface of his desk.
Once, it had been glossy. Underneath the piles of crap, it still was. But jeez, he was on the verge of begging someone to come in and shovel the place out. Or else he could do it himself when he needed an outlet.
Like right now.
He rose from his chair and paced to the window of his mid-rise office building. It was just outside of Quinn, and the style of architecture lent itself to the city. From where he stood, other office buildings speared up around him, with more being built all the time. Many of them bore the names Spinks, Daniels and Martinez on small gold plaques that denoted the designers beside their front doors.
After years of sacrificing a social life—hell, a life period—for his work, he was finally making a name for himself. Finally, he had a big enough cushion in the bank that he felt like he could relax a little. Not much, of course. Even with scholarships and grants, his student loans were staggering. He also tried to help his mama when he could, although she rarely let him. Stubborn, prideful woman.
Whom he loved with his whole heart.
Then there was his sister, newly married to his former best friend. Rafe had never expected that to happen, but in retrospect, it seemed inevitable. Both buildings and people had a way of ending up where they were meant to take root.
Other people just couldn’t be happy where they were planted. Worse, some damn fool people were intent on getting themselves arrested before their God-given sense kicked in.
He grabbed the newspaper off the teetering pile on the corner of his desk and narrowed his eyes once again at the small item in the gossip column.
Local librarian nearly arrested on charges of soliciting an undercover officer.
Naturally Hollie had just had to get frisky with the officer—or whatever the hell she’d been doing—in front of a burgeoning cub reporter working the gossip column. Since the Bennett family had been a stalwart part of Quinn for generations, their youngest child almost getting into a scrape that landed her in a cell was newsworthy. Chuckles-behind-hands’-worthy at the very least.
Small towns enjoyed nothing more than poking fun at their own.
His phone rang and he picked up the call, though he had no desire to talk to anyone right then. His mood was dark enough to scare away small children.
“Rafe, you have a Charlene Martinez Bennett here to see you.”
“Otherwise known as my sister?”
“As you wish.”
Rafe had to shake his head. The firm’s front desk assistant was such a straightforward, no-nonsense woman that it was practically impossible to make a joke in her presence. She rarely cracked a smile.
Not that he felt much like smiling at the moment either. Hollie making the papers, Charlene darkening his doorstep without a phone call first, which meant it was probably serious. What would be the third spoke in the shitstorm brigade?
Guess he was about to find out.
“Send her in,” he said via the intercom.
Charli opened the door and strolled in with a big bag imprinted with the name Rosa’s.
On cue, his stomach started growling.
“Brought me lunch, hmm?” He met her in front of his desk and grabbed the bag while taking a hearty sniff. “Chimichangas?”
“Chicken and pork.”
“Uh oh. Double fisting.” Smiling, he brushed a kiss over her hair and went back behind his desk. “You must’ve known I was wasting away up here.”
“Wasn’t a big leap. You normally work yourself to the bone and forget to eat. So devoted to urban sprawl,” she teased, taking out a couple plastic utensils wrapped in a napkin from her purse. “Mama always forgets to throw these in the bag.”
“She’s swamped. Lunch rush is one of her busiest times of day. And you didn’t come over here just to feed your older brother.”
“No.” Her gaze slid to the newspaper he’d dropped on the blotter. “So you know.”
“About Miss Betty selling the hair salon to someone from the big city? Yeah. Damn
shame.” When Charli sighed, he gave up his ruse. “If you’re referring to Hollie’s latest stunt, then yes, I’ve seen it.”
“It’s not like it seems. She didn’t solicit anyone. That new girl at the paper, Yvette, she’s handling the gossip column and she’s hungry for good tidbits. Sometimes she exaggerates what she just happens to see. The guy was an off-duty cop, and he had handcuffs but they didn’t actually get put on Hollie’s wrists.”
“There’s a relief,” Rafe said drily.
“Wade was freaking out. Having to go get her because she’d had a few, and then dealing with all that… It’s not like her. Or at least it’s not like the old her. She’s changing some, which is fine. We all go through growing pains. Hey, give me some of that.”
He dished out some of his chimichangas onto a second plastic plate and pushed it across his desk to her. The fragrant scent of spiced meat and chicken and perfectly grilled vegetables made his stomach rumble as he dug in.
Plus, eating amazing food was way better than thinking about Hol’s exploits.
Charli forked up some chicken and vegetables that had escaped their tortilla and let out a happy sigh. “Ah, mama. She’s simply the best. Someday I’ll be able to make these as good as she does. So, we need your help.”
He forked up a bite and allowed himself a moment to savor the richly spiced meat before he glanced at his sister. Warily. “What kind of help?”
“So much for me sliding that in stealthily.” She dabbed her mouth with her napkin. “You know Wade has been traveling a lot. He and Hol have always been so close, but lately there’s been a bit of distance. She’s doing her own thing, he’s doing his, plus with us being newly married... I just think she’s kind of at loose ends right now, and looking for her identity.”
“Okay,” he said slowly. “What does any of that have to do with me?”
“Because you guys have always had a vibe. You were friends, then not friends, then friends again. Not sure what you are now, but I know she respects you.”