The word landed soft and unprotected inside me, detonating a bomb in my fragile heart.
“Done,” I repeated, my soul a hollow ache.
He spread his hands, the picture of easy confidence. “What? I made you come eight times, Shelly-Rae. You need more than that, darlin’?”
My mouth dropped open.
For him, this had just been sex. For me, it had been a life-altering decision.
I never should have fucked him.
What an idiot I was.
“Are you seriously kicking me out right now?”
Amos frowned at me, shifting uncomfortably. “Naw. But don’t you want to go home and sleep in your own bed? That’s… what women do.”
I stared at him for a full ten seconds, then reached for my shirt with a sharp, indignant movement and tugged it over my head. I grabbed my skirt next, smoothing it back down over my thighs.
My eyes flashed fire.
“Do you always rush them out this fast? Or am I gettingspecialtreatment?”
He frowned at me. “Yeah? Except… normally I don’t bring them home.”
He said it like it should mean something… as if he’d done me a favor.
And maybe in his world he had.
“You’re telling me you don’t ever bring a woman home?”
“No. There’s not much privacy here at the logging camp.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still completely naked and annoyingly handsome.
“Well… where do you fuck them then?”
Amos gave me a sheepish look. “At their place. Or… in my truck.”
A huff escaped from my lungs. “No wonder you never have a girlfriend. You don’t even have a private place to bring them.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face, like he was already frustrated with how this was going… or just in over his head with me.
“You’re not being fair, Shelly-Rae. The other women I’ve fucked have been happy about it.Sorryif I didn’t meet your standards. We can’tallbe Tucker.”
He threw my ex’s name in my face as he slid his jeans back on and sat on the edge of the bed shirtless, his broad chest catching the faint moonlight coming through the curtains.
He looked like something a sculptor had spent years on, all that hard muscle and warm tan skin, and he was sitting there pouting like a man who had no idea how gorgeous he was.
It was deeply unfair.
Amos Nelson, my secret crush, was amazing in bed… and a total trainwreck afterward. I almost felt for him if this was how he was with all the women he brought home. No wonder women didn’t stick around.
Oh, Amos. Someone needs to teach you a few things about women.
I looked around the dark cabin, suddenly wondering who this place belonged to. “Whose place is this?”
He looked down at the floor. “My boss is out of town.”
I let out a deep sigh. Tonight, I’d finally ridden the bronco, and it had been more than I’d ever thought possible. But the downside was that I’d acted like a fool, throwing myself at this man who didn’t even have a proper place to bring a woman home.
