Hard & Fast (Rules to Break #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Cole’s wearing a white tank top under a brown leather jacket and a pair of fitted dark jeans. His hair sticks up in all different directions and there’s dirt smeared on his stubbly cheeks. Each time I think he couldn’t get any sexier, he proves me wrong.
    He’s standing next to a woman with bright blond hair that falls down her back in loose waves, her perfect body fitted into a ripped tank top and cut off jean shorts that could double as underwear in a pinch. Then she turns and I recognize her: Kenzie Cruise, former model turned action star, and Cole Dean’s ex-girlfriend.
    “Quiet on the set,” someone yells. The chatter instantly dies down.
    “And action!” the director says, snapping the clapboard.
    Cole and Kenzie run onto the set, heaving for breath. The doors of the subway hiss open and Cole pulls her up short.
    “You need to get on,” Cole says.
    Kenzie shakes her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “I want to stay with you.”
    Cole takes her face in his hands and she looks up at him in desperate longing.
    “I’ll find you. I promise,” Cole says. Then he presses his lips to hers. A flash of jealousy rushes through me, and I look away.
    The director calls “Cut” and Cole and Kenzie break apart. He notices me and gives the universal hand signal for “one minute”. I nod and shift the dry cleaning to my other hand.
    One minute turns into ten. I find a seat and lay the dry cleaning carefully over my lap, then dig in my bag for the notebook I always carry with me. I’ve been writing the same screenplay for well over a year and I’m still not even halfway done. It would help if I could stop editing what I’ve already written and write new words.
    The director yells “Action!” again and the set quiets down as they film another take. My pen hovers on the page, but my attention is dragged up to Cole.  
    Despite knowing him for ten plus years as Action Star Cole and for all of two days as Real Life Cole, it’s still weird seeing him work. He owns the camera, fills up every space with his big presence. It’s no wonder he’s a star. He has a quality about him that makes you unable to look away.
    Cole glances over at me. It’s so unexpected that I flush. The director yells, “Cut”, then marches onto the set. Terse words are exchanged, and I catch the phrase, “unfocused” before Cole’s storms off.
    The dry-cleaning lies limply in my lap.
    I don’t know what to do. I know I’m probably looking too far into it, but I get the uncomfortable feeling that I was the reason Cole was distracted.  The least I can do is apologize.
    I trail upstairs after him into the sunlight and just catch him slip into one of the crew trailers. I hesitantly pad toward the trailer and listen outside the door. Finally, I rap on the door quietly. My heartbeat rushes in my ears. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. I should have left him alone.
    The door swings open and Cole is there.
    “I’m sorry,” I start to apologize, but he grabs my hand and yanks me inside, slamming the door behind us. He pushes me up against the wall, caging me in with his muscled arms. A thrill shoots through me, and my lips part in shock. Cole’s eyes flick down to my mouth, and for just one second, he hesitates. I should say no. Push him away. It would be the responsible thing to do. But who the fuck am I kidding.
    Do it , I plead with my eyes.
    Then Cole’s lips find mine. Everything inside me—all of my denial, all of the pent up tension—explodes at his touch. I shiver violently, and Cole makes a sound at the back of his throat, pressing into me so hard that it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I begin. I run my hands over his thick arms and brawny back, curl my fingers into his hair—I want to feel every inch of this man, do every single thing to him that I fantasized about last night.
    Cole’s hands are everywhere, big and hot and masculine. Sliding over my breasts, down my ribs, cupping my ass and driving my hips