Wild Boys - Heath (13 page)

“I’m good. Thanks.” He trusted Ally, didn’t he?

Yes, I trust her. I trust her completely
.

That didn’t stop
his gut from twisting into a knot. He’d believed that the reason he didn’t want a relationship was because women were too clingy and because he didn’t want to get hurt. But what he’d forgotten was what it felt like to
worry
about being hurt. How could he turn off this awful feeling?

He pulled out his phone and sent Ally a text.
Miss you and wish you were here.

“Texting zoo girl?” Cooper
asked. “What’s her name, anyway?”

“Allyson Jenner. She goes by Ally.” Just saying her name made him feel better.

“Ally, nice name. So where is she tonight?” Jackson asked. “You could have brought her along.”

“Allyson Jenner? Amanda Jenner’s sister? Sexy as hell, dark hair?” Mick asked.

Heath felt his shoulders rise with tension. “That would be her.”

“Her sister, Amanda, is
our paralegal. She’s on a date with some guy from our building. That’s why I’m here. When she told me she was going out on her first date with him, I thought I’d keep an eye on her. She’s a sweet girl, and you know how we lawyers are.” He winked again, then nodded in Amanda’s direction.

“Aw, how cute,” Cooper said. “Mick is playing chaperone for his paralegal.”

Heath’s phone vibrated.
Logan didn’t miss a thing. His head snapped around as Heath read the text from Ally.
Me too. Miss you. My sister blew me off.

“Ha-ha.” Mick shook his head. “With guys like you roaming the streets, women have to be careful.”

Jackson laughed. “Coop’s harmless.”

“Does that smile mean things are okay?” Logan asked Heath.

“No. It means I’m an asshole.” He texted Ally.
She’s at NightCaps
with some guy. I’m here with my brothers. Want to meet us?

“Why are you an asshole?” Logan asked.

Heath was thirty-four years old and telling his younger brother that he’d been nervous about something that he had no business being nervous about was like eating crow. No thank you.

“Where’s Stormy tonight?” Heath asked in an effort to change the subject.

“She and a girlfriend went
out to dinner,” Logan answered.

“I can’t imagine how good it must feel for her not to have to hide anymore, after hiding from that crazy ex-boyfriend for so long,” Heath said.

“It’s like night and day, but I forgot what it was like to care about someone enough to get jealous.” Logan took a long swig of his beer.

“That’s why it’s better to play the field,” Jackson said. “No ties, no
worries.”

“Wait,
you’re
jealous?” Heath could hardly believe that Logan, the guy who’d had a hard time feeling anything but guilt after coming back from war, had fallen in love, much less was jealous.

“Hell yes. You’ve seen Stormy.” Logan smirked. “She’s fucking hot as hell.”

“I want to photograph her, but
jealous boy
won’t let me,” Cooper said. “Jackson and I could get her a gig modeling.
I’m sure of it. But Logan’s too possessive.”

“True,” Jackson agreed.

“But you trust her,” Heath said.

“Hell yes, I trust her. What does that have to do with anything?” Logan looked at the vibrating cell phone in Heath’s hand. “Is that why you look like you’ve got a crowbar up your ass? You’re jealous over Ally?”

“Shit.” Heath shook his head, though he knew by the laughter around
the table that his brothers and Mick saw right through him. “Okay, fine. Yes, okay? What the hell do you want from me?”

Logan patted him on the back. “I told you, bro. Forget everything you thought you knew about yourself, because when love comes knockin’, you got no choice but to be home.”

“Two brothers fallen, Jackson. Here’s to remaining single.” Cooper held his beer bottle up, and
Jackson tapped it with his. “Mick?”

Mick’s eyes were locked on Amanda and her date. “Huh? Sorry.”

“I think Ally’s sister has an admirer,” Logan said to Heath.

Heath arched a brow at Mick, who shook his head and said, “She works for me.”

“So?” all four Wild brothers said at once.

“On that note, I think I’ll go grab another beer from Dylan.” Mick looked around the table. “Anyone
else want one?”

Cooper nudged Jackson. “Check out the two blondes at the bar.” He and Jackson joined Mick, leaving Logan and Heath alone.

Heath read Ally’s text.

I don’t want to spoil your fun. I’m reading one of the journals you gave me.

It was just like her to put him first.

“Tell her to meet us,” Logan said.

“You read my text message?”

“No. I read the look on your
face. Heath, being jealous is totally normal. Missing her is normal. If you’re like me, you’re sitting here trying to have a good time when you really want to be with her. Don’t you think I would rather be with Stormy every minute of the day?”

Heath shrugged. “I assume you would, but what do I know?”

“You know more than you think you do.”

“Logan.” Heath scrubbed his hand down his face
in frustration. “Ally has become everything to me way too fast. I think about her when I wake up. I want to be with her the minute I leave work, and the messed-up part is that I trust her explicitly, when the way we met should totally nix that idea from the get-go.”

“One-night stand?”

One quick nod gave Logan his answer.

“Big shit. Stormy and I started off with hate sex.”

“Hate
sex? What does that mean?” Heath asked.

“Sex to escape all the stuff in life that you hate. You know, get it out of your system.” Logan wrinkled his brow. “Okay, so you probably
don’t
know hate sex. That’s not really your thing, but that’s how we started. So what? Would it have been better if we’d started on a blind date? Would I love her more? Trust her more? Care for her more? Hell no. Life
isn’t neat. Why should relationships be?”

“That’s just it,” Heath admitted. “I don’t think I could care for her more than I do, and then the next day comes, and that feeling just gets bigger. Now I’m sitting here itching to see her, and I’ve become the clingy bitch I avoided all these years.”

Logan’s blue eyes twinkled with a brotherly taunt. “Shit, look at you. Man, don’t tell Coop and
Jackson that. They’ll eat you alive. But I get it.” He lowered his voice. “Don’t you think I’m wondering how many guys are checking out Stormy right now? Even though I know she’s coming home to me, my gut’s on fire.”

“Join the club.” Heath inhaled a deep breath and blew it out fast. “Listen, tell Thing One and Thing Two I’ll see them at Mom’s Sunday, and tell Mick goodbye. I’m going to take
off. You’re a bigger man than me, bro. I can’t sit here wanting to be with her for another second when my legs work just fine.” He patted his brother’s shoulder as he stood to leave. “Thanks, Logan. I needed to hear every word you just said.”

“Who would have thought you’d learn a lesson from your younger brother?”

“Logan, you’ve taught me more about bravery and loyalty in the last few
years than anyone else ever could.” He tipped his chin as a way of saying goodbye
and
thank you, and headed for his woman.

ALLY PEERED THROUGH the peephole of her apartment door and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Heath pacing the hallway. Before pulling the door open, she allowed herself an extra second to gawk. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were trained on the ground, as if he were mulling something over or was annoyed. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. She wondered
if something had happened with his brothers. It had been a while since she’d texted him about not meeting him at NightCaps.

She opened the door, and the second he lifted his eyes, all that tension seemed to melt from his body and float away. His full, beautiful lips curved up, and his gaze softened as he reached for her. There was a tingling in the pit of her stomach as one arm circled her
waist while the other wrapped around her back and pulled her against him.

“You’re supposed to be out with your brothers.”

“I missed you too much to stay away a second longer.” The emotion emanating off of him was different from the fierce sexuality she was used to. The way he was looking at her spoke of the bond she felt forming between them.

Ally couldn’t deny the thundering of her
heart at the realization that he had to be falling for her just as hard as she was falling for him. Fear tiptoed through her at the thought. As his lips met hers, her body filled with a light, dreamy emotion that made her feel warm and wonderful all over and swept that fear away. Everything Heath did and said made her feel and think in ways that were new and immensely meaningful and
real
.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the warmth of his lips brushing over her cheek and his breath whispering over her skin.

“I just had to be with you. We don’t have to make love. I just need the closeness.”

Ally didn’t even try to speak. She knew her voice wouldn’t come. Instead, she took his hand and led him into the apartment. She hadn’t ever spent the night with a man in this apartment,
and the thought of doing so with Heath thrilled and terrified her.

He ran his hands over the curve of her hips, his gaze never leaving hers, and the air around them pulsed with too many emotions to decipher.

“I want to stay,” he whispered.

“I’m afraid.” As soon as the words left her lips she regretted them.

“Of?” He didn’t loosen his grip or step back. His eyes filled with empathy,
and that drew her further in.

“Falling for you.”

His hands came up and warmed her cheeks. “Honesty will get you everywhere.” He kissed her forehead. “Do you not want to fall for me?”

“It’s not that. I can’t help myself from falling for you, but this is so fast. We’ve talked about this.” She nibbled on her lower lip, wondering why she was pushing away the only man she’d ever felt this
much for. He was a good man, an honest man, a man she
wanted
to wake up next to.

A sweet, easy smile stretched across his face as he dropped his hands back down to her waist. “How about if I don’t let you fall for me?”

She pressed her forehead to his chest. “Everything you do makes me fall harder. Just the way you’re looking at me makes my heart go crazy.” She gazed up at him and he was
still smiling, which made her heart squeeze even more. “We shouldn’t spend the night together.”

There. She’d said it.

She felt horrible and immediately wished she hadn’t said it. But for some stupid reason, she needed to be one hundred percent sure that she was ready to take this step before finding herself in Heath’s arms in the morning.

“Because you’re afraid of falling for me?”
His eyes grew serious.

She nodded, knowing that if she agreed aloud, it would feel wrong, too.

He drew her in closer and pressed his hand to the back of her head. She felt his heart beating against her cheek. He felt so good, so safe. So loving. She was too emotional to separate how right he felt from the fear that had tiptoed back in.

“Okay.” He drew back and inhaled a long, even
breath, then pulled his shoulders back. His brows knitted together as he readied himself for something.

Her insides twisted into a tight knot. “Okay?”

“I’m not going to push you into something you’re not ready for. I want to be with you. I’m ready, and I don’t care how fast it is, but that doesn’t mean you have to be on the same page with me. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.” He
caressed her cheek and pressed his lips to hers. “I’ll take what time I can get until you realize that this is the real thing.”

“I don’t know that I’m
not
ready to wake up in your arms. I just don’t know if I
am
ready.” She turned away and shook her head. “I sound ridiculous.”

He pulled her into his arms again, and his smile warmed her. “You’re not ridiculous. You’re careful. I appreciate
that, because I don’t know how to slow down this bullet train, and I’m not sure I want to. So it’s probably good that you’re careful.”

“So, what now?”

He took a step back. “Now I cool my jets and let you have some space to think things over.”

She gripped his forearms. “You’re leaving?”

“Sweetheart, if I stay, I’m not going to want to leave. And if I make love to you, then I
really
won’t want to leave. Maybe a one-night break is a good thing. We can both clear our heads. Can I see you tomorrow night?”

“Of course.” She was too conflicted to think straight. “But I don’t want you to leave.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “But you don’t want me to stay, either, and as much as I have to protect your heart, I also need to protect mine.”

FRIDAY BROUGHT SUNSHINE
and
conflict. Two opposing forces that wreaked havoc with Ally’s mind. On her way to meet Amanda for lunch, Ally read through the thread of texts she and Heath had exchanged over the morning.

Heath:
Good morning, beautiful. Missed you last night.

Ally:
I missed you, too. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

An hour later…

Heath:
What
do you want to do tonight?

Ally:
You.

Heath:
Shouldn’t you wine and dine me first?

Ally:
If you’re into that sort of thing, sure
.

Heath:
I’m more than a sex machine. I think I’ll wine and dine you. Do you like clubs or someplace quiet?

Ally:
Your choice. I just want to be with you
.

Heath:
Careful, sweetheart. That sounds an awful lot like you’re falling for me
.

Ten
minutes ago…

Heath:
How about if we go to my place after dinner? You’ve never been there
.

Ally’s pulse quickened at the idea of entering Heath’s private lair. Part of her saw spending time at her apartment as having a modicum of control, only she hadn’t realized that until she’d read his text, and now, relinquishing control to Heath was surprisingly easier than it had been last night.

Ally:
Yes. But I still don’t think I can stay over.