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Dirty Bastard (Roughneck Billionaires #3)(5)
Author: Jessica Clare

But I can’t worry about that right now. I pat his hand and point in the distance. “My car’s along that way.”

The limo cruises at a crawl through the parking lot, and as it moves with glacial speed, I see my car tucked underneath one of the trees.

And right next to it, I see Keith Lawrence’s pickup truck.

My heart goes cold in my chest. There’s an alarm bell going off in my ears and everything around me tilts dizzily. Maybe it’s not his truck, I tell myself. Maybe there’s another F-350 with the oversized tires and that strange topaz gold paint job. But there’s no mistaking the big KL decaled on the back of the window or the TruckNutz hanging from his trailer hitch. Because of course I’d be stalked by someone who loves TruckNutz.

Keith somehow found out I was here in San Antonio and drove three hours out here looking for me. That’s fucking crazy. That’s something only a stalker would do.

Of course, he is my stalker, so crazy is always on the table.

“You okay?” Knox asks, and his voice is like liquid silk against my ears—soothing and gorgeous. He gives our joined hands a little jiggle, as if reminding me of them, and I look down to see that I’m clutching at his fingers so tight that mine are white with pressure. “What is it?”

I open my mouth to tell him, but nothing comes out. Truth be told, Keith Lawrence is my secret shame. I always feel like maybe he wouldn’t stalk me if I was stronger around him, or if I gave off a different vibe. That if we hadn’t gone on a date once way way back two years ago, he’d never have grown this attached. And telling Knox this feels like it would be admitting a mistake.

And I may be many things, but someone that admits when they’re wrong? Nope.

I know how this will go, too. Keith will show up when I try to get into my car to confront me and want to know where I’ve been. He’ll see Knox and the limo and think the worst. Or even more dire than that, Knox will see Keith and assume I either have a boyfriend and have been cheating on him, or that I need rescuing.

Both scenarios offer nothing but ugly solutions. I don’t know what to do.

“Lexi?” Knox squeezes my hand and touches my arm with his other hand.

An idea flashes through my head. A crazy one. One just so crazy that it might just work. I look over at Knox, and then put my hands on both sides of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

I think he’s surprised at my actions. I can feel him stiffen underneath me, and then he pulls me against him, dragging me into his lap. He’s strong, and the mouth on mine has soft lips despite the bristle of beard around it, and the contrast is surprisingly arousing. One hand goes behind my neck and then his tongue slides into my mouth, and the kiss goes to a whole new level.

I forget all about Keith. I forget all about driving home, or the fact that I just told Knox I wanted to be “just friends.” Right now, all I want is to be in his bed, and to see what else he’s good at if he kisses this well. Because oh my god, his mouth. Hot and demanding, he kisses me like he’s mastered the art. He slicks his tongue into my mouth over and over again, a subtle message of what I’m going to miss out on if I walk away. He kisses me so hard and so deep that I lose track of time, and it seems like eternity before our mouths part. When I pull away, I’m breathless and full of need, my nipples hard and an ache pulsing deep between my legs.

“I changed my mind,” I tell him, panting. “Want to get a room together?”

It’s the perfect solution, really. I sleep with Knox and I don’t have to worry about confronting Keith tonight. I sleep with Knox and I get to experience all the toe-curling promise he’s been teasing me with. Best of both worlds.

His hand flexes against the back of my neck, almost like he’s petting me. Our mouths are inches apart, and the way his gaze dips to my lips, I know he’s thinking about kissing me again. “Room here?” he asks.

Oh. “No, not here,” I say and slide a hand down the front of his old concert T-shirt. The neck has been completely cut out and so have the sides, which means it’d be so easy to slip my hand around the fabric and touch the rock-hard, browned chest I’ve been trying not to drool over all day. “I don’t want to run into Clay or Nat when I do the walk of shame. Somewhere else.”

Actually, I wouldn’t care about running into Clay or Nat—it’s Keith I have concerns over. But he nods. “My place isn’t far from here.”

“Your place sounds perfect.”

“It’s a double wide.”

I shrug. Like I’m one to judge? I live in a roach motel of an apartment. “As long as someone doesn’t come out and tell me to squeal like a pig, I’m fine.”

“Huh?”

“Deliverance joke.”

“Deliverance?” He echoes slowly, as if he’s never heard such a thing in his life.

“You know, the movie about the guys that go camping and meet the redneck—” I break off abruptly as I realize there’s a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Oooh, you ass. You got me good.”

“Did I?”

I reach under his shirt and twist his nipple. “I think you had me hypnotized with your tongue.”

“I don’t think that’s true. If you were, you’d be talking less and kissing more.” His hand lazily plays up and down my spine, teasing along the lines of my swimsuit under my clothes.

“More kissing, hmm?” I lean closer, our noses brushing before I lightly press my mouth to his again. “I think I can handle that.”

He grins at me and then tilts his head slightly, looking over my shoulder at the waiting driver. “Let’s go back to my place.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver says, and I realize he has the window partition down and heard every last bit of our conversation. Oh well. He can have an earful. I don’t care. I glance out the window at my waiting car, and Keith’s truck next to it.

My problems can wait another day. For now, I’m going to pick a different path.

Chapter 4

Knox

Feels a little weird bringin’ Lexi back to my trailer in a limo. Feels even weirder to bring her inside, because I know the place is a mess. There’s dirty clothing on the floor, dishes in the sink, and nothin’ but beer in the fridge. I scratch at my beard as she looks around my place, amusement on her pretty features.

“Wasn’t expecting company,” I admit to her, moving to the couch to swipe an old shirt off of the arm.

“No shit.” She chuckles and sets her bag down on a corner of the couch, still looking around. Her gaze stops on the painting on my wall. “That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen.”

“Isn’t it?” I’m kind of proud of it. “Ivy made us go to an art gallery opening because she sold the building and I saw that and it was so hideous I had to have it. Made me laugh.”

“I can see why.” She tilts her head, studying the picture. “I can’t tell if it’s a man jerking off in a field or if it’s a milkmaid with an invisible cow.”

“Me either, honestly. But Ivy’s client was so thrilled that I was glad to make her day. Unfortunately, that means she bought more of his art and keeps pushing it at me every time I go in.”

Lexi chuckles and glances back at me, arching a brow. “How much did it cost?”

“Couple grand.” More like thirty, but money don’t mean much to me nowadays. “You like it? I know where I can get a similar one.”

“I love it. It’s so hideous and weird.”

My kind of girl. She gets my sense of humor. “The rest of the place is pretty mundane, I’m afraid. No erotic milkmaid art in the bedroom or anything. I don’t spend much time here unless I’m sleeping.”

“What, you mean to tell me this isn’t a hopping bachelor pad? With a chick magnet like this?” She points at the bright pink-and-yellow painting. “I’m shocked.”

“I’m not much for picking up random women.” In fact, she might be the first woman I’ve ever brought back to my place. I’m not a love-’em-and-leave-’em guy like Gage and Seth. I need to get to know a girl before my dick joins the party. Just a pretty pair of tits or a nice ass will get my attention, but I have to know there’s something in the brain, too.

And Lexi’s brain is damn fucking sexy. Her ass is pretty kickin’, too, from what I saw in the plain black getup she wore earlier today. Still a little shocked that this amazing creature changed her mind and decided to come home with me tonight. Had to stop myself from mauling her in the limo, because my driver was watching a little too much for my taste.

But right now, watching Lexi wander around my living room, looking at my stuff? Just reminds me why she came over, and my cock is achingly hard in my pants. I’m still thinking about that kiss. Her hands on my face. Her legs pressing down on my lap. Thanks to the humidity, her stick-straight hair has softened into loose waves that brush over her slender, pale shoulders. Unlike Nat, Lexi was vigilant with her sunblock, and her skin still looks as touchable as ever. She glances over her shoulder at me, a teasing smile on her face.

“Can I see the bedroom?”

I gesture at it, indicating she can go first. “Fair warning, it’s not much cleaner.”

She smirks. “You’re a guy. A certain amount of slobbishness is expected.” But Lexi strolls forward, arms crossed over her chest, and moves down my trailer, ignoring the creak of the floor. I kind of wish for once that I’d listened to Ivy’s nagging about how I should buy a real house and not live in one of the shitty trailers we’ve all been living in for what feels like forever. Some part of me appreciates the weirdness of it—buncha billionaires living in shit-ass trailers on scrubby land. But I never thought about bringing a chick back to my place until now. Boone got this tricked-out mansion because he wanted Ivy to have a nice place. At the time, I laughed at him.

Now I get it.

I move two steps behind Lexi as she enters my room. There’s more laundry here, a game console and stacks of games piled up on my dresser. My laptop’s on one corner of my unmade bed, and I’m relieved that my sheets were recently changed thanks to the maid that sweeps through our trailers and straightens our shit on a regular basis. “Thoughts?”

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