Free Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Page A

neater and sharper, and he also carefully plants seeds in his rows. Suddenly Alex comes along and races around through the field messing up the rows and cackling with glee. So, Barrett puts him in a headlock while Fitz straightens out the rows, and Stratton shows up to build an irrigation system so that Fitz doesn’t have to water the seeds every night. And then Weston’s born.” He cleared his throat, feeling a little silly. “Does that make any sense?”
    “Yes,” she said. “I see.”
    “Do you? Because I feel like that was the worst analogy ever.”
    “No,” she reassured him, her hands stroking his back. “I get it. The field could’ve been anything, but by the time you got there, there were rows and seeds and plantings and zigzag footprints and irrigation systems. So, where’s your piece of the land?”
    “Exactly.” He sighed, leaning away to look down at her eyes with wonder. She blinked up at him in surprise, light brown eyes almost amber. “I think you’re amazing.”
    She shrugged lightly, shaking her head with a small smile on her face. “Nah. I just understand…being the youngest too.”
    He reached up and put his hand on the back of her soft reddish hair, easing her face against his chest and loving it when she turned her neck so her cheek rested there.
    “I don’t want to be a corporate lawyer at English & Sons,” he suddenly blurted out.
    Because he’d never said the words out loud before, he gasped lightly after hearing them drop from his lips. He hadn’t actually meant to say them, only think them, but his heart raced and his breath caught—they were out there now. The words. The truth. Only Molly and the saddles had been witness, but it was too late to take them back now.
    “So, do something else,” suggested Molly gently.
    “It’s not that simple,” Weston protested, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t want to discuss what couldn’t be. He wasn’t ready to let down his brothers, to let down his parents, and disappoint them all by turning his back on their life’s work.
    He loosened his hands from her back and stepped away from her.
    Molly searched his eyes in confusion, but he didn’t know what to say. Part of him wanted to tell her everything, wanted to hear her sweet voice tell him that he was strong enough to make his own way in the world, that his brothers wouldn’t hate him forever, that his destiny was in his hands and no one else’s. But she barely knew him. It wasn’t her job to sort out his life for him.
    “Weston,” she whispered, tilting her head back to look up him. “Kiss me instead.”
    Whatever surprise he felt at her request was knocked out of play by the words “Kiss me.”
    He didn’t think.
    He grabbed her around the waist, yanking her against his body roughly as his lips landed flush upon hers.
    God damn.
    She was right.
    Thunder and lightning.
    He didn’t tease her as he had on the stairwell when they first kissed. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she tangled with it, sucking on it, her hands sliding up his back into his hair and fisting. The sucking and pulling hurt and felt good and felt hot, and he welcomed it, hating the layers of clothes between them.
    He had a quick mental flashback to Molly lying on his bed, her nipple in his mouth, her body tensing and tightening beneath him. He groaned, hardening everywhere almost instantly, wondering what her face would have looked like thirty seconds later if Alex hadn’t interrupted them. His fingers curled into fists against her lower back, his short nails digging into the red canvas as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, exploring her, discovering the hot, wet heaven that was Molly McKenna’s mouth beneath his.
    A small whimper from the back of her throat clued him into the fact that he was holding her very tightly, almost aggressively, and worried he was hurting her, he dragged his lips away from hers. Bending forward to rest his forehead on hers, his breathing was