Free Pierce My Heart (Women of Willowbrook Book 1) by Kelsey Jensen

this weird feeling in the pit of my gut.
    I want to run.
    Why, I have no idea, but even wanting to, there’s no way I can. I can’t move, let alone run. All I can do is sit here, staring, with my nerves shot to hell and this feeling deep down like something is about to happen, but I’m utterly lost as to why I feel any of that.
    I jump when I hear the passenger door shut.
    I hadn’t even realized Evan moved, let alone had gotten out of the car. Of course I shouldn’t have expected her to stay put long with all that male beauty out there.
    Evan likes her men (as in enjoys looking and occasionally more), and these are men even a nun would have an issue staying away from.
    I watch her sway (yes, sway ) her ass over to them and introduce herself to the wall of muscle first before moving down the line, ending with the tall, dark, and handsome; who she seems to stay rather close to. After chatting for a few minutes, she turns her head back in the car’s direction and starts to wave me out.
    Huge, body shaking waves.
    When I don’t hop to and get moving, she yells, “Get your ass out here, bitch!”
    “Hell. Yelling at me to get my ass out of the car in front of super-hot guys. She’s freaking crazy ,” I grumble to myself, getting out of the car because after that if I don’t I’ll be the one who looks crazy.
    I clear the door and reach in to grab my bag, swinging it onto my shoulder before straightening my clothes and bumping the door shut with my hip. Beeping the locks, I busy myself with searching in my purse for my glasses case (I seriously need to clean out my purse) before dropping my gaze to the ground. This way I don’t have to watch them to see if they’re watching me walk to them.
    The last thing I need to do was trip over something and go down because I’m not watching where I’m going.
    I shouldn’t have turned my head away.
    I should’ve kept my head down while I was walking but…I didn’t.
    When I felt my fingers bump the glasses case my eyes flick to my bag so I could watch what I was doing (I’d dropped my case and sunglasses on the ground more times than I liked to admit because I wasn’t paying attention) and just as my hand clears my bag, it happens.
    My toe catches on a raised part of concrete and I feel my body fly forward. I manage to let out a quick, “shit”, fully prepared for my face to meet the ground when I hit him .
    My body seems to come alive when I feel his hands settle on my arms, keeping us right-side-up. The feeling I had deep in my gut doubles in size and I’m not sure I’m even breathing .
    I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed as all get out knowing I not only tripped in front of everyone but I managed to knock into him .
    I feel one, then both of his big hands leave my arms after I’m steady. Fully expecting him to step back, I’m surprised when I feel his left hand land softly on the side of my neck, noticing distractedly that it feels calloused as it slides along. He moves his other hand to my chin and tilts my head back gently.
    My eyes had popped open when I felt his hand on my neck, but I’d been too busy absorbing everything to notice much else.
    Greedily, I take in everything my eyes could land on; his wide chest covered in a heather gray tee—a tee that’s so tight you can see the ridges of the muscles on his chest—a corded, tan throat that leads the way to a strong jaw covered in what is definitely at least a week’s worth of stubble. My perusal pauses when I take in his full, soft looking lips. His mouth is firm—for reasons unknown to me—but that doesn’t mean my body doesn’t react to the idea of those lips on me (anywhere, really; I’m not a picky person). His nose has a small crook in it like it’d been broken before, making him that much hotter (which is already an incredible feat), and his cheekbones are so high and sharp that they’d make any girl envious.
    And when I finally land on his eyes? I go still.
    God , his eyes.
    If I thought