I mean, it was goddamned amazing, but…it was bad. This girl was barely holding it together. I wasn’t about to ask what had happened, but it hadn’t been good. The way she’d just…broken down…out in the street—it put a fire in my belly, man. Pissed me the fuck off. Who could do something to a girl like that bad enough to make her break that way? She struck me as strong, tough, a take-no-shit sort of girl. She didn’t break easy. But out there in the mud? She just shattered. Alone. Broken-hearted. And I guess I was a sucker, because I couldn’t leave her out there. It was obvious she was in no condition to be left alone, and I’d fed her the scotch, which meant she was my problem now. And now here she was, sexy as fuck, covered in mud, obliterated, fighting another breakdown, so exhausted she had circles under her eyes, and fuck, so goddamn beautiful. Wet, muddy, straggly auburn-red hair sticking to her face and her bare shoulders, that sexy-as-sin wedding dress all splattered with mud and drooping under her big, lush, cream and ivory tits, her nipples and areolae playing peek-a-boo, hips like fuckin’ magnets for my hands, and her ass—Jesus Christ, that ass.
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