Wild Man (Dream Man #2)

Again, speaking for the sisterhood, if you gave all that devotion and loyalty to a woman and she was a good woman, I swear, honey, you will live every day for the rest of your life until your dying breath never regretting it.

Babe, you think I found the women of my dreams at 45 years old and I'm gonna let anything happen to her, think again. That's a long fuckin' time to wait for what you want. I waited. I found it. I'm pullin' out all the stops to take care of it.

Being with Jake was like the ride I once took on a mechanical bull. You could not even begin to guess which way that thing would buck. All you could do was hold on as tight as you could and enjoy the ride for as long as you had it.

Brock 'Slim' Lucas looked at his oldest son, his eyes moved to his youngest son and then they slid to his wife.
And when his eyes hit her shining ones he realized he had not one thing to wish for. Not one. There was nothing he wanted.
He had it all right here.

Celery as celery was bad. Celery fried was the work of Satan.

Coupla weeks ago, you gave me a fuckin’ sweet nightie and words I loved hearing.”
I felt my entire body go still as I held his eyes.
“Forgot to mention I feel the same,” he stated and my insides hollowed out.
“What?” I breathed.
“Put down the rice and come here, baby, I wanna tell you I love you when you’re in my
I didn’t move. I stared at him, my internal organs gone but still, my body managed to
produce tears which gathered in my eyes and then promptly and silently slid down my

Darlin’, the last time I walked into a mall was two presidents ago.” I stared at him in shock. Then I asked, “Is that even possible?” “I got a dick and I was single so, yeah, it’s possible.

He raped me, Agent Calhoun, he hit me but he didn’t kill me. As long as I’m breathing,
I’ve got fight in me and luckily I’m breathing.”
It was at that he whispered, “You aren’t like a lot of women.”
“Yes I am,” I whispered back. “I’m like all women. You see this but inside there’s
something else that I won’t let you see or him see but it’s the mess he left me. But that’s
mine. No one gets to it. Everything you get and he gets is a show. One thing you learn really
quickly and really well when that kind of thing happens to you is to be a fucking great
actress. You don’t have a choice in that because a man like that does something like that to
you, you lose having choices. The only choice you have is what role you intend to play. I
picked my role and that… that Agent Calhoun is what you see.

He thinks I'm beautiful and told me so. He thinks I'm funny because I make him laugh all the time. He's fantastic in bed and when I say that not once, not even once have we been together where he's not taken care of me and it's not unheard of he takes care of me twice in one go.

Hey, honey,” I greeted. “What’s up?”
“His filthy, rusted, beat up, in desperate need of a trade up truck is still in front of your house, that’s what’s up,” was Martha’s greeting

I don't get my tees at a mall, Tess. No decent tee can be bought at a fuckin' mall. A good tee is bought during an experience.

If you want, I’ll gather all the things I don’t mind you smashing and put them on the coffee table, or an alternate option, I can go grab you a bottle of beer,” I offered. He

Makes him feel however Slim feels that makes him get close to you anytime you're even a little near, like any moment a lion's gonna come roarin' into the room and he's gotta be close enough to come between you and it so he can keep you safe.

Makes him feel however Slim feels that makes him get close to you anytime you’re even a little near. Like any moment a lion’s gonna come roarin’ into the room and he’s gotta be close enough to come between you and it so he can keep you safe. This life-altering

My wild man,” I whispered. “My snake charmer.”
He closed his eyes and shoved his face in my neck, groaning, “Fuck, Tess.”
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and no lies, no masks, no bullshit, no games, I kept whispering when I told him, “I love you, Brock.

Now, let’s go back to me bein’ like chocolate that melts in your mouth.”
“That isn’t exactly what I meant,” I told him, his arms went around me and he rolled to his back, taking me with him. Then his hand sifted into my hair, fisted gently and my head came up.
“I would hope not, darlin’, seein’ as every time you take me in your mouth, the last thing I do is melt.

Only two things better in the world than your frosted sugar cookies with daisy sprinkles and those are pigs in a blanket and a man with a fine package. This I know as fact.

Really?” I whispered.
He crossed his arms on his chest and stated, “Babe, you think I found the woman of my
dreams at forty-five years old and I’m gonna let anything happen to her, think again. That’s a long fuckin’ time to wait for what you want. I waited. I
found it. I’m pullin’ out all the stops to take care of it. I know you feel the same for me so I’m doin’ the same to keep me safe for you. So yeah, really, I
called Delgado. I made peace and asked a favor. His woman is in your posse so she wouldn’t be doin’ cartwheels, he said no and something went
down with you or, for you, me. And he isn’t dumb, he’s a man who knows to collect favors and he’s a man
whose business means he often has the need to call markers. So his ear’s to the ground and his eyes are open so if a cop isn’t cruisin’ by your
house or bakery, one of Lee’s boys or one of Hawk’s commandos are. Smart people pay attention to who’s cruisin’ around people they want to fuck
with and smart people will see cops, Nightingale’s men and Delgado’s crazy motherfuckers and, my hope is, they’ll steer clear. So, there you go.
Now you got a full explanation of what I mean when I say you’re on radar.”
I heard all he said, I really did.
But I was stuck at the beginning part where he told me I was the woman of his dreams.

She’s my best friend,” I reminded him.
“If she is, she’ll come to see what’s good for you and she’ll sort her shit out. If she’s a different kind of woman, she won’t. Instead, she’ll see green and won’t clue in that men do not want high maintenance drama queens so much they steer well clear and until she shifts that shit outta her life, it’s gonna be a lonely one. Unlike her friend who sees a man drinking outta her milk jug, processes that it’s highly unlikely she’s gonna break him of that habit seein’ as he’s forty-five and still does it and has since he was a kid, lets it go and moves on all in the expanse of about a second instead of throwing a shit fit about it which gets her nowhere, is a waste of energy and leaves both involved feeling like garbage.”
Well, I had to admit, all that was interesting and insightful and weirdly mature.

...that makes him get close to
you anytime you’re even a
little near, like any moment a lion’s gonna come roarin’ into the
room and he’s gotta be
close enough to come between you and it so he can keep you

That’s why when I met a woman whose house always smells like there’s a cake in the oven, who holds tight and presses her tits to my back when she’s with me on my bike, who looks at me like I can make the rest of the world melt away and for her its only me, I know I wanna hold onto that woman.

Then he dipped his head, touched his mouth to mine and then lifted it away before he whispered, "Yeah, and I'm fucking glad you did. You were magnificent, sweetness. Fuckin' phenomenal.

Then she declared loudly, “Smoke break!” and everyone’s eyes came to us, some of them shocked seeing as these days you could light up a doobie and no one would blink but if you lit up a smoke, you courted being publicly stoned to death.

The only way you beat motherfuckers who try to fuck with you is not to let them beat you. So you deal.

There's a wild that's fucked and there's a wild that's just, plain wild. You just hooked yourself to a different kind of wild, Tess, and I swear, baby, swear," his arms squeezed before he finished, "I'll show you that's a good, safe place to be.

Well, now that we're on the subject, it's somewhat unhygienic for you to drink out of the milk jug."
"Babe, I had my tongue in your mouth for ten minutes this morning. How's that any different ?

We should go to Vegas," I announced. "We're on a streak."
His brows drew together. "Babe, not sure you're payin' attention but, shit that's flyin' around us does not say 'winning streak'."
"I've got a naked hot guy bad boy on top of my that proves you wrong.

When my phone rang at the bakery, this usually meant someone wanted to order a birthday cake.
When Brock’s rang at the Station, this usually meant someone had a cap busted in their ass.
My job was WAY better.

You wanna tell me, sweetness, how dessert for seventeen people translates into seven pies and two cakes?” Brock asked.

...,you were the light of a warm, sunny day, Tess. Darla was the dead of a cold, dark fuckin' night" His face got close and his voice got low when he finished, "it felt good to feel the sun again.