Zack (Armed and Dangerous Book 1) by Cheyenne McCray Page A

pretended not to hear and pushed her way through the crowd as if wild dogs were nipping at her heels.
    Oh. God. I just let Zack fuck me. I fucked him.
    The memory of Zack’s hard body was still imprinted along her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. The feel of his hard, thick cock still inside her. She knew she would wake up in the middle of the night, her core still clenching at the feel of him inside her.
    While she strode to the parking lot, Sky held the opening of her jacket tighter as she clutched her purse. Darkness closed in on her, the lights from the midway and the occasional floodlight barely enough for her to see where she was going.
    Her high heels wobbled as she raced across the rocky lot, and then she stepped into a good-sized pothole.
    She stumbled and barely managed to keep from landing on her backside. But the twist of her left ankle and the immediate, shooting pain of her injury were unmistakable.
    Sky couldn’t move, her eyes watering as pain screamed through her ankle. She almost dropped to the ground to hold her knee tight to her chest so that she could take the pressure completely off of it.
    Terrific. Pain made her eyes water, the tears rolling down her face, no doubt tracking makeup over her cheeks. She hugged her purse as she hobbled to the truck closest to her and balanced herself long enough to wrench the sandal off of her good foot. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she carefully slid the sandal from her other foot, trying not to move her injured ankle. Which was pretty much impossible.
    More tears from pain trickled down her cheeks as she carried her sandals by the straps and hobbled toward her Range Rover. Rocks pricked her feet, and by the time she reached her SUV, her nylons were shredded, and her thong was riding the crack of her ass.
    She’d lost her hair comb when Zack had fucked her, and the whole mess was probably tangled in the back from where she’d been pressed up against the wall. She managed to brush the tears from her cheeks with the back of one hand while holding her purse and shoes with her other.
    Doing her best to balance on her good foot, Sky shoved her hand into her purse and dug out her keys. Just as she unlocked the door of her Rover, a male voice spoke behind her.
    “Skylar.”
    Sky yelped and almost fell as she turned to face Wade Larson. The night darkened even more as she felt herself almost pass out from the shooting pain in her ankle.
    Holding her free hand to her pounding heart and leaning against the Rover, she said, “Damnit, Wade. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
    “Sorry, hon.” Wade looked her up and down, from her wild hair to her stocking feet. “You okay?”
    Irritation ripped through her, borne on pain. “I’m not your hon, and I’m fine.” Sky shoved her hair out of her face and glared up at him.
    Wade stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders. His tone softened. “Skylar, stop running from me and just listen for a moment. You know I care about you. I always have. I can make you happy if you just let me.”
    “Wade—”
    “I’ve always been serious about you.” Wade leaned close and she felt his warm breath as he murmured in her ear, “I want to be inside you again.”
    Sky flushed at the reminder of the few times they’d slept together. Why had she ever gone to bed with him? It was obvious he wasn’t the type of man for casual sex—at least with her. And apparently the only kind of serious sex her body was interested in having was with Zack. Serious, sweaty, heart-pounding, mind- numbing sex.
    Like what she and Zack had just done behind the dance hall.
    “I can’t deal with this right now.” Sky gripped Wade’s arms with both of her hands and gave a little tug, but he didn’t loosen his grasp. “Not a good time. So just let me go, all right?”
    He ignored her and moved his mouth close to her lips as if he intended to kiss her.
    Just as she was about to wallop him a good one, Wade suddenly jerked away