Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(5)

Adam was murmuring into his phone behind her, deep in conversation, and though she tried, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance over her shoulder before she straightened. His phone was to his ear—but his eyes…his eyes were locked on her butt. So engrossed was he in his ass ogling that he hadn’t even noticed her watching him watching her. The way the fingers of his free hand were curled into a tight fist, or the way his body was held so rigid, he looked carved from stone. Her gaze dropped and she sucked in a breath.

Or the way his cock was hard as iron, clearly outlined through his snug jeans.

She straightened, quickly looking away, and headed for the door, heart racing, head swimming, confused, turned on…

Mostly confused.

What was that? Had she stepped through some portal into an alternate universe? Because that had never happened before. Well, she assumed it hadn’t.

Had it?

Had Adam been getting as turned on as she did when they fought all this time? Did he…did he want her…like that?

No. Stop it, Lucy.

He was a guy. And not just any guy. He was Adam the manwhore Grady. An ass was in front of him so he looked at it. It could have been any random woman’s ass. Second nature to a guy like that, right?

After everything she’d been through lately, her grip on reality was more than likely compromised. She needed to focus on getting her life back on track, not lust after the surly, unattainable bastard downstairs.

That’s it. The end

No more thinking about Adam Grady.





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Adam watched his best friends’ baby sister walk away, perked up ass swaying as she went, and his gut tightened, along with his goddamn jeans. He growled.

“You still there?” his cousin John muttered down the line.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“So, you can do it? You’ll find her and bring her back to me?”

This was a dumb idea, the worst, but the building excitement pumping through his veins at just the idea of doing this job for John made it impossible to refuse. “I’ll find her.”

“If the fuckers that stole her have scratched her…if they’ve eaten in her…”

Adam snorted. “You’re gonna stroke out, man. The car will be fine. She’s too rare to break down for parts. My guess, some rich asshole wants it for his private collection. I’ll find it.” His cousin’s car was last spotted there in LA and Adam still had enough connections to track it down. He hadn’t been out of the game that long.

“I want you to drive her back to me. I don’t trust anyone else to get her home in one piece.”

“I’ve got you covered.”

His cousin let out a relieved breath. “Thanks. The cops haven’t done jack. I don’t know…”

Whatever John was saying turned into white noise because Lucy had walked back in to get her last bag. She’d pulled her long dark hair up in a messy bun and taken off her sweatshirt. The tank she wore was a pale purple color. Mauve? Lavender?

Jesus. He’d never in his life said either of those colors. Whatever the fuck it was, it suited her. Shit, made her eyes look even greener.

He gripped the phone tighter.

Christ. The infuriating hellcat wasn’t wearing a bra. He could see her nipples through it, clear as goddamn day. And fuck him, they were small and tight, delectable little peaks, begging to be sucked and licked, kissed. Worshiped…

Stop.

He tore his gaze away. Lucy Colton was not for him. He shouldn’t even look at her, let alone half the shit he’d imagined doing to her over the years. She was off limits in every way there was.

She bent down again, giving him a perfect view of her ass encased in jeans that hugged her just right.

Adam growled again.

“What the hell?” John said down the line. “You sound like a demented grizzly.”

He’d completely forgotten his cousin still yammering in his ear. “Sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll call you in a few days, yeah?”

He disconnected as he watched Lucy walking back out the door. Returning his phone to his pocket, he got down to the business of closing up since Joe and Hugh had bailed. But no matter how hard he tried, one thought wouldn’t go away: Lucy was home.

For good.

Just the idea made his gut tighten and his dick hard. He barely kept his shit together around her or his feelings for her under wraps when she was home for short visits. Baiting her, bickering with her in an attempt to keep her at arm’s length—how the fuck was he supposed to do that with her living above the garage…seeing her every damn day?

He’d felt her absence when she left four years ago, but it’d been for the best. She’d been young, too damn young for him—and he didn’t do relationships, ever—but she wasn’t that kid anymore. And the way he felt about her, it hadn’t diminished, not even a little bit.