Trouble(33)

Yes, I might have spent the last five minutes imagining her flat on her back, and me pounding into her like a jackhammer, but I’m not a complete bastard.

I may not know the full story, but it’s clear this girl has been through the wringer with the asshole who gave her the black eye, and now she’s searching for her mother. The mother who abandoned her when she was a baby.

Mia might be the hottest girl I have ever seen … okay, she is the hottest girl I have ever seen in life, and the sweetest. And I’m so horny for her that my dick actually hurts. It motherfucking hurts.

But the girl’s got enough to deal with.

And me spending an invariable amount of time around a hot girl that I cannot put my dick inside … it’s just not possible.

I might as well be in prison.

Or hell.

That’s it, I’m in hell.

This is payback for the chick I banged who was married.

Okay, I lied before. I totally knew she was married when I tapped that.

“Would you?” She sounds hopeful. “I mean, I wouldn’t know where to start, and you know the people in this town, so you’d know who to speak to.”

“Sure I will.” That’s it. Keep talking dickhead. Keep digging that hole deeper. “Like I said, I owe you for what you did for Dozer.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jordan. I wanted to help you.”

She said my name again. I’m toast.

“And I want to help you.”

And I want to help you. Jesus, I’m such a lame ass pussy.

It’s official. I’ve lost my fucking mind.

Then she smiles. It’s wide and bright and dazzling, and like a sucker punch to the chest. And ball sack.

My life has just got seriously hard.

Kind of like the permanent state of my cock while around Mia Monroe.





Chapter Eight





Mia





I can’t believe what has just happened.

I just admitted to Jordan—a guy who I barely know—that Forbes hit me. And I also told him about my mother. The mother who abandoned me. The mother who I drove across seven states to try and find and she doesn’t even live at the address I have anymore.

I’m so stupid.

Why didn’t I check this before I drove across the country in a lame attempt to find her?

But what was I going to do? Go back to my apartment and make threesome with Forbes?

I don’t think so.

Jordan must think I’m a real mess. And an idiot.

He’d be right on both counts.

I think it’s best if I just get out of here. I’ll go back to the hotel, grab my things and go … where?

I’ll just find another hotel, and then I can figure out my next move.

I just hope he doesn’t tell anyone what he already knows about Forbes hitting me. Why would he? He doesn’t exactly seem like the gossipy type. But then he did say his dad used to be a cop. What if…?

No, I would have to report it myself, and I don’t really think the local police force are going to be concerned with a stranger in town who happens to have a black eye.

But I do need to leave. Right now.

I’m just about to get to my feet, make my excuses and run the hell out of here, when he says, “I can help you find your mom, if you want?”

What? He wants to help me find my mother?

A few minutes ago, he offered to kick the crap out of Forbes, which practically floored me, and made me teary. No one has ever offered help like that to me before. And for help to come from a man makes it even more astounding, and poignant.

And now this…

Help me find my mother…

It’s beyond kind.

He would be giving up his time to help me. Why would he do that?

Maybe because he really is a good guy, Mia.

I can feel myself starting to choke up with his kindness, so I hold my voice as steady as I can. “Would you?” I can’t help the hope in my voice. “I mean, I wouldn’t know where to start, and you know the people in this town, so you’d know who to speak to.”

And now I’m babbling. Great.

“Sure I will,” he says. “Like I said, I owe you for what you did for Dozer.”

He’s helping me because I helped him. Even then, is that such a bad thing? It doesn’t make him a bad guy.

“You don’t owe me anything, Jordan. I wanted to help you.”

“And I want to help you,” he says. His voice sounds so warm and wonderful that I can’t help the goofy smile that spreads across my face.

“Then thank you. I would love to take you up on your offer to help me.”

“Good.” He smiles.

He’s so lovely.

And so good-looking.

I suddenly have the urge to reach out and touch his face.

I clamp my fingers together, pinning my hands to my lap.

We’re silent for a moment before Jordan speaks.