Wild Card: Boys of Fall by Mari Carr

at sixteen, Glen wasn’t sure his heart was in it anymore.
    Problem with that feeling was…music was all he knew. He’d never had a job that didn’t include a guitar. Which left him three paths—returning to Trent, finding a new gig, or leaving the music behind to do God only knew what.
    The idea of leaving Nashville terrified him. He took no pleasure in admitting that to himself. He had too much damn pride and the fact that he was scared tweaked the fuck out of it. Left him feeling weak.
    She reached out and took his hand. “I can see I’ve hit a nerve. That really wasn’t my intention in bringing you out here.”
    Lorelie was offering him an out and he grabbed it with both hands. “What was your intention?”
    “To seduce you.”
    Just like that, Glen’s concerns about the future vanished as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock.
    “Lori, darlin’.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Seduce me.”
    She laughed softly, and then glanced over her shoulder at the backseat.
    He answered her suggestive look. “Yeah. I like where you’re going with that.” Glen opened the passenger door and quickly walked around the front of the car to open hers. “Hop out.”
    She did as he said, smiling widely when he opened the back door. She owned a nice-sized Yukon. Lots of room for what he had in mind.
    Lorelie climbed in and turned around, crooking her finger in invitation.
    He followed her onto the backseat and shut the door. Neither of them said a word. They knew what came next, knew what they wanted. So they took it.
    Glen tugged her close, kissing her as if they’d been apart for years. Lorelie wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. He opened his mouth, their tongues touching, tasting.
    He slid his hands along her arms, loving the way she shivered in response. Tugging at her shirt, he reached beneath the cotton until he found the soft skin of her waist. She sighed against his mouth.
    Glen had kissed more than his fair share of women in his lifetime, but none of them held a candle to Lorelie. She didn’t hold back, didn’t hesitate or demur. There wasn’t a drop of shyness in her. She wanted. She took.
    She found the top button of his shirt and slipped it loose, then the next. And the next. Within seconds, his shirt was hanging open. Lorelie took advantage of the skin she’d bared, running her fingers along his chest, his pecs.
    Her lips slid along his neck, sucking lightly.
    Glen ran his fingers through her hair, tightening his grip on the soft, thick mass. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
    She lifted her head, her blue eyes finding his. “So are you.”
    He grinned, and then leaned closer. “You need glasses, Butterfly.”
    Lorelie moved quickly, catching him off guard as she pushed him back and straddled his hips. “My eyesight is just fine.” She bent forward and initiated the next round of kisses.
    Glen did his own exploring, beneath her shirt, stroking her back and toying with the clasp to her bra. He didn’t typically hesitate, but he couldn’t quite let go of what Lorelie had said in the bar. It had been a while for her. She was still trying to find her way back after a rough patch with her dad.
    In the past, he hadn’t been one to pull away, to refuse an offer as tempting as what Lorelie was dangling in front of him. But something held him back, had him thinking that making out with Lorelie—and not taking it any further than that—would be perfect enough.
    He left her bra in place. God willing, he’d find himself alone with her again, and then again. He’d get where he was aiming to go, but he wasn’t going to rush her.
    It was those damn gridiron guardians of hers. They were fucking with his head.
    Lorelie was the type of woman a guy dated. Too special for a one-night stand. Glen had spent a lifetime of wham-bam. His lifestyle didn’t afford him the opportunity for long-term relationships or even part-time affairs. And in truth, he didn’t have the time here either.