Ruined Vows Read Online Stasia Black

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I don’t know what exactly Kira wants from me either, if anything.

And if she did want something? Would you bolt like you’ve done before when any woman demands more?

Immediately my gut clenches. Kira’s different. She’s not just any woman

She doesn’t make you want to run. You knew it wasn’t right with any of those women.

I nod to myself. With them, it was best to leave before they got too attached. I was just saving everyone the heartbreak.

But what about Kira? I inhale quick and breathe in her fancy shampoo that I swear I could get high off. It sure makes my cock spring to life. Which is no fucking help since it’s about five more goddamn hours since I can bury it in her sweet little cunt again. Maybe while she grabs a quick shower before school?

Whoa, buddy. I force my eyes shut and try to ignore Kira’s leg flung over my thigh.

But even when I get my stiffy under control over the next fifteen minutes, I’m pretty sure the rest of me is still goddamned obsessed.

I know the truth.

She’s the one woman who makes me want to stay.

I sigh, the last of my boner deflating. Because even if I want to stay, I’d be a bastard to ignore the fact that I’m not the kind of man who can give her all the things she deserves. All the things she’s accustomed to.

I can’t give her some fancy life. I’m never gonna be able to walk into her mama and daddy’s mansion and not be gossiped about for being a hillbilly who doesn’t know what the hell a fucking bidet is.

Even if she said it was fine at first, in the end, she’d be sorry. I’d be nothing but an embarrassment. If I don’t get my security company off the ground like I dream about—and let’s be fuckin’ honest, nobody’s dreams come true, not when you come from where I do—I’ll just stay an unemployed goddamn hick who never even went to college. Especially if her father takes a notion to make sure it never goes anywhere.

The differences between us will become even more apparent the longer we’re together. Eventually, she’ll despise me for how I ruined her life. Especially when she was just weeks away from marrying Prince Charming⁠—

On my chest, Kira interrupts my dark thoughts with the most adorable little snort, then snuggles deeper into my arms.

I squeeze my eyes shut hard again and squeeze her just a little tighter. The truth is, I’m here to be her protector. Even from a gorilla like me.

But fuck, I’m gonna miss the feel of her in my arms.

I drift to sleep in the dark with her, focusing on the sensation of her body pressing into mine. Then I drift some more.

I don’t know how much later it is when I look around, and there’s so much sunlight, I immediately know where I am.

The wind blows, and I taste fucking sand in my mouth. It’s gritty in my teeth and blasting against our faces, our fucking wind scarves never doing shit.

Everything hates us here. The wind, the sun, the sand, the people. After six and a half years, I’m inclined to agree that it’s about time to kick us the fuck out. We’re always burnt or have rashes or are dehydrated, shitting blood cause of god knows what from being in a place we’ve got no fucking business being.

“Aw shit, look out, here comes Elmer’s,” Art chuckles, and then the rest of the guys sitting in the truck around me laugh.

Another guy runs up to the truck and hops up, one of Art’s friends, and everyone pats him on the back as they help him onto the last seat on the bench.

“Sorry, Elmer’s,” Art says, leaning past me to talk to the awkward boy loping up to the full truck and looking up at me expectantly. “This truck’s full. Think there’s still room in the one ahead of us.”

Clear disappointment washes across Elmer’s face, and he looks at me with a moment’s hopefulness. “Wanna come with me, DT?”

I usually let Elmer’s hang around because, frankly, I always felt bad for kids like him back at the homes. I never wanted to be one of the mean kids.

But I’ve finally got brothers here. Brothers who’ve got my back and always include me. And none of them like Elmer’s.

We all gotta grow up sometime.

“Sorry, man.” I kick at the floor with my boot. “I got a seat already.”

Disappointment washes over his face as if I just punched him in the stomach.

This is why no one likes Elmer’s. He’s got no game face. He takes everything so personally, and it shows plain as day on his face. That, and he never stops talking. He doesn’t know when to let other guys talk, and if you try to just low-key befriend him, he thinks you’re suddenly his best friend and sticks to your ass like Elmer’s glue. I was just his newest target.


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