by Dani Wade
That doesn’t mean he would have married you. It doesn’t mean anything would have been different. She’d been too young, too idealistic and too romantic back then. Maybe the truth was Travis had just been looking for a Robidoux sister to marry so he could further his own goals. Just because he kissed her once on the edge of the tobacco field, whispered words that she’d longed to hear, didn’t mean a thing.
She managed a small smile. “I’m glad you two are still friends.”
Elaina’s shoulders relaxed along with the tightness around her smile. She clearly had not wanted to continue to explore any of her feeling for Travis. “I’d thought Daddy lost his mind plucking him from that trailer park and training him up, but he’s proven himself to be loyal. That’s all the family needs.”
India opened her mouth to ask what Elaina needed, but footsteps sounded in the hall right before a man walked into the room. India’s breath rushed from her lungs.
Time had only enhanced his good looks. Dark brown skin smoother than the finest mahogany. Midnight black bedroom eyes that used to pierce through her shyness to the bold girl she’d tried to hide from her daddy. He had a swimmer’s body. Tall, sleek, well-defined. He wore a maroon polo shirt and dark brown slacks that complemented his dark skin. His full lips were parted in a big smile. He hadn’t noticed them, as he looked back and smiled at her brother behind him. Yet flashes went through her mind of his lips brushing her neck and his eyes staring at her beneath lowered lashes in the moonlight.
Byron saw them and his grin brightened the room. “India. You’re home.”
Travis swung around. His dark gaze collided with hers.
“India?” His deep voice washed over her. She’d forgotten the sound of her name on his lips: low, smooth, intoxicating. As if he savored the syllables as they rolled off his tongue.
Her stomach tightened and she chugged the remaining wine in her glass. Heat prickled across her skin like a thousand needles. She should have gone to LA. She should have realized running from a problem didn’t make the problem go away. Her brain screamed run and her feet twitched with the urgency to obey as the one answer she’d come home to find out robbed her of the ability speak. She was still in love with her sister’s husband.
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by Synithia Williams
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One
Last night was the best and worst decision of her life. On the one hand, it was ecstasy. On the other hand, disaster.
Veda Darnel couldn’t get her head around it. She had practically sold her soul to spend one sizzling night with a man who had reinvented the word satisfaction. A consummate charmer who’d caused her to swap out her common sense for the thrill of unparalleled pleasure.
Lying together now, front to naked front, Veda studied the cocky cowboy in question as he continued to grab some much-needed sleep. Primal instinct was keeping his hand glued to her behind, pressing her hips against his. Each time he breathed in, that mouthwatering chest expanded and wiry hairs teased her nipples. Whenever his lips twitched with a dream-induced grin, she longed for just one more kiss.
Just one more time.
Well, sorry, universe. Not happening. Not now. Not ever again. Damn it, she knew better. In the future, would do better.
Still asleep, Ajax Rawson drew in a sharp breath at the same time the fingers on her butt flexed, then dug in more. Veda had to bite her lip to stem the groan; her Benedict Arnold body wanted those expert hands everywhere and all at once. And if he woke up now, that could very well be where they’d end up. Making love like nothing else mattered.
As if there weren’t already enough prices to pay.
Tippy-toe quiet, she reached behind her and found the big, hot hand cupping her rear end. She carefully coiled her fingers around his wrist, then tried to lift and shift it.
Seriously? His arm must be made of lead.
Knuckling down, Veda tried again. When she’d finally managed to ease herself away, she held her breath. But he didn’t stir. Not an inch.
So, slide off the bed, dive into your clothes, bolt out the hotel suite’s front door and never look back. Never go back. Still, a knot of bittersweet longing kept her hanging. Ajax was the best she’d ever had—the best there ever was.
And how many other women had thought the exact same thing?
He sucked in another sharp breath, rolled onto his back and scooped his arm under his pillow while his other hand gave those ripped abs a languid rub or two. Then his brow pinched, eyelids flickered open, and Veda’s stomach dropped.
Too late to run now.
Ajax frowned sleepily at the ceiling, getting his bearings, before turning his gaze onto her. When one corner of his wholly kissable mouth eased up—when his lungs expanded on a breath that said, “Oh, yeah... I remember you”—Veda’s resolve to do better wobbled like a thimble full of Jell-O.
Ajax’s dreamy ocean-deep blue eyes smiled into hers as he spoke with a sexy growl that was equal parts playful and deadly serious.
“You need to come over here.” He cocked an eyebrow, smiling wider as the sheet tented over his waist. “On second thought, I can’t wait that long.”
When he rolled back toward her, heat rushed through her blood, pooling deliciously low in her belly. But tempted as she was, Veda didn’t lean in. Didn’t surrender. Instead, she brought her portion of the sheet higher and sat up.
“Actually,” she said, “I have to go.”
Ajax paused, then leaned up on an elbow, head in hand, biceps bulging. “You mean to the bathroom or something?”
“No. Not that.”
“Ah, you need food,” he said. “Me, too. I’ll order up. Maybe some green pepper omelets, hot-off-the-grill bacon and chocolate-chip-banana pancakes drowned in syrup. We can eat breakfast in bed.” He came near enough to brush his gorgeous stubble against her cheek. “Lunch and dinner, too, if you want.”
Ajax was never lost for words—more specifically, the right words. He gave off a vibe that confirmed that everything good fortune had to offer came to him naturally. Like he never had to even think about trying.
If only she could say the same for herself.
Years ago, and more than once, a much younger Veda had watched Ajax from afar while daydreaming about being in this exact situation. Back then, as well as now, she hated to think what her father might say. Drake Darnel had an ax or two to grind with the Rawsons, the first dating back decades to a time when Ajax’s dad, Huxley Rawson, was known as a stud.
What was the saying?
Oh, yeah.
The apple never falls far from the tree.
Now, as Ajax maneuvered to claim that kiss—as his musky scent flooded her senses and all her pulse points started to throb—Veda felt her resistance begin to ebb. Thankfully, somehow, she managed to shore herself up and pull back in time.
Ajax pulled back, too, studying her like he couldn’t work out what the problem was for the life of him. After the way she’d allowed herself to be so completely adored these past hours...really, who could blame him?
“Have I done something wrong, Veda? Have I hurt you somehow?”
She shook her head. “No. Nothing like that.” He’d been a total gentleman. An incredible lover.
“Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“Not particularly, no.”
His pained expression only made him look hotter, if that was even possible.
“Is this about family? About our fathers not getting along?”
She winced. “It’s kind of hard to ignore.”
“We did just fine ignoring it last night.”
They’d met at a glitzy Saratoga Springs charity event held at a well-known venue. An hour in, needing a break from the hype, Veda had wandered out onto a balcony. Wearing a tux that fit his dynamite build to perfection, Ajax had been standing by the railing, finishing a call. Veda had swallowed her breath and promptly turned on her silver high heel. But he was already putting the phone away and asking in a rumbling voice that reduced her to mush, “Haven’t we met somewhere before?”
Lamest pickup line in the playbook. Except he wasn’t playing. While they had never spoken, of course she might look familiar. For years, at various horse races she’d gone to with her dad, she had been a shadow hovering in the background, fawning over Ajax.
So, had they met before?
Feeling like a tongue-tied teen again, Veda had murmured, “Not, uh, physically.” Those beautiful blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled and replied, “Well then, pleased to make your acquaintance—physically.”
After an exchange of names, of course the penny had dropped. She was a Darnel, he was a Rawson. Veda also mentioned that she had recently become friends with Lanie Rawson, his sister. Small world...and getting smaller.
With Ajax doing most of the talking, they had gotten to know each other more. Then had come the dancing and the kissing and, after midnight, this. The entire time, neither one had touched on the Darnel-Rawson feud. Frankly, Veda didn’t want to spoil the mesmerizing mood. Apparently Ajax hadn’t given the matter a whole lot of thought.
“Drake and Hux have butted heads over the years,” Ajax reflected now, “but I can’t remember the last time Dad even mentioned his name.”
Was he joking? “I hear my father going on about Hux Rawson all the time.”
“Wait. Didn’t you say you’re in New Jersey now?”
He was right. She hadn’t lived here in New York with her father for years. “We keep in touch...phone calls, emails. I visit when I can.”
Like this weekend. In fact, she was meant to have been her father’s plus-one last night. Feeling under the weather, he’d backed out at the last minute.
Way to go, fate.
“Oh. Well...” Running a hand through his delectably mussed dark blond hair, Ajax blew out a breath. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Sorry to hear that we keep in touch?”
“Sorry that your dad hasn’t moved on. Must be tough holding on to a grudge like that.”
Veda’s cheeks heated up more. Drake Darnel was a whole bunch of things. But c’mon now. Let’s be fair.
“I guess it would be difficult to move on when someone swoops in to steal the love of your life. The woman you’d planned to marry.”
Ajax’s tilted his cleft chin. “Did you say steal?”
“My father gave her a ring. Then Hux made his move and voilà.” Game over.
“Uh, Drake offered a ring, which my mom declined. I heard that directly from her, by the way. And with regard to Dad casting some kind of a spell... Veda, it takes two to tango.”
He gave the room a sweeping gaze, as if to say “case in point.”
Veda wasn’t finished. If they were doing this, she wanted to make the connection between then and now. Between player father and chip off the old block. Just one more reason last night had been a bad idea.
“I believe Hux had quite a reputation in those days.”
Ajax frowned slightly. “He was a dude who dated before finding the right one and settling down.”
Drake preferred to explain Hux’s bachelor past in terms like skirt-chaser, Casanova, cheat, although that last dig was aimed more at the Rawsons’ questionable business ethics. On top of the issue of how Hux had stolen Drake’s would-be bride, the Rawsons and Darnels owned competing Thoroughbred stables. More often than not, Drake’s horses were beaten by a nose by a Rawson ride.
Better training? Sporting luck? Or was something more going on behind the scenes with regard to performance?
As far as Veda was concerned, the entire horse racing industry was unethical. Cruel. That didn’t even touch on the social pitfalls of gambling, where in some cases, entire paychecks were burned practically every week, leaving families in crisis. Long ago she had made a promise to herself. The day her father passed on, a for-sale sign would go up outside the front gates of the Darnel Stables and every horse would find a home without the threat of whips, injury or being shipped off to the glue factory when it was past its use-by date.
Shuddering, Veda refocused. Ajax was still talking about his folks.
“My mother and father were deeply in love. They were committed to each other and their family. Mom made a choice all those years ago. One she wouldn’t hesitate to stand by if she was alive today.”
Veda was sorry that Mrs. Rawson had died when Ajax was still a boy. Losing a parent at a young age changed who you were, how you coped. Every day Veda wished that her own mom was still around. She wished her childhood had been different—normal—rather than the screwup she had muddled and struggled through.
But now was not the time to go down that particular rabbit hole. She was vulnerable enough as it was.
Veda wound her hands tighter into the bedsheet she was holding close to her breasts. “I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree,” she said.
“I guess we will.” Ajax’s gaze dropped to her lips as he added, “And if you want to leave... I get it. I do. Just please know that I don’t have anything personal against your dad.”
She wasn’t done with being ticked off. The Rawsons had a lot to answer for. Still, Ajax’s olive branch seemed so genuine, and the apologetic expression in his eyes looked so real... It wouldn’t hurt to concede at least a small point.
“I don’t hate your dad, either. I haven’t even met the man.”
“But you will. I presume Lanie invited you to her big birthday bash at home next month.”
She nodded. “Should be good.”
Though she wasn’t looking forward to her father’s reaction when he heard the news. While Drake knew that she and Lanie Rawson were more than acquaintances now, he was far from happy about it. He wouldn’t care to hear that his daughter was looking forward to celebrating with her friend at her party.
And, of course, Ajax would be there, too, looking as magma-hot as he did right now.
His smile was just so easy and inviting.
“Wow. The Darnels and Rawsons finally coming together,” he said. “Just goes to show, things change, huh?”
Veda gave in to a smile, too.
Just goes to show...
And because Ajax always seemed to know precisely when and exactly how to act, he chose that moment to lean in again. And when he slid that big warm hand around the back of her neck, this time Veda didn’t resist. She simply closed her eyes and inwardly sighed as he pushed his fingers up through her hair and his mouth finally claimed hers the way it was always meant to. For better or worse, the way she must have wanted all along.
Copyright © 2020 by Robyn Grady
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