Worth the Wait (Picking up the Pieces #4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

spent years sipping martinis, gin and tonics, and expensive red wines at my exes insistence. Turned out, I was a beer girl through and through. I’d gladly take a cold IPA over any of that fancy stuff every day of the week.
    Another thing I discovered about myself in the eight months I’d been in Cloverleaf—especially since Brett walked into my life—was that I missed sex. Like really, really missed the hell out of sex. Yes, Lance was the only man I had ever been with, and long before that relationship ended, I’d come to despise his touch, but it hadn’t always been bad, and my body never forgot what it felt like to be pleasured to the point of exhaustion.
    While the idea of another relationship made me cringe, that didn’t mean I didn’t have fantasies about a certain brown-haired, brown-eyed man shoving me up against the wall and turning my body inside out. Honestly, a woman could only go through so many batteries before she started to feel desperate. Since meeting Brett, my rabbit had gotten so much use I was pretty sure I’d chipped a tooth. But those self-induced orgasms were lacking…hollow. I missed the touch of a man’s skin against mine as I went over that fine edge. I missed the feel of lips against my bare flesh, the mingled sounds of passion as we both chased after our release. I wanted someone to nip and bite and lick. I wanted to feel a man’s fingers squeeze my hips to the point of almost bruising.
    God, Lord. I needed to get laid something fierce.
    Maneuvering my car into a parking spot, I turned the key and stepped out into the cool night. Fall was an unusual season to experience in Texas, but with the later months, came the lack of humidity and slightly chillier nights. I walked quickly through the front door, the smell of good southern cooking and the hoppy aroma of the beer on tap immediately hitting my senses, making my mouth water.
    I started for the bar, planning to have a seat and enjoy my dinner when the sound of my name being called drew my attention back toward the pool tables.
    “Kenzie!” I turned to see Emmy and Savannah waving at me from their table. Smiling back, I made my way over to them, thankful I managed to run into someone I knew. I had already been looking forward to that burger and beer, but knowing I’d get to eat in company made it just a little bit sweeter.
    “Hey, girl, what are you doing here by yourself?” Emmy asked from her perch, leaning way back against her chair, legs kicked out in front of her with her hands on her round stomach.
    “My house was taken hostage by a crazy redhead. I’m under strict instruction not to return before midnight.”
    “Can I take your order?” the waitress asked as she stopped at our table.
    “Yeah, can I get a bacon cheese burger, extra bacon? And whatever IPA you have on tap.”
    “A woman after my own heart,” a deep voice rumbled from behind me.
    Wide eyed, I turned around to see the man who plagued my every naughty, debauched fantasy. Brett stood there, in all his sexy, rugged glory, looking down at me as he leaned on a pool cue, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
    “Hey there, beauty.”
    The black thermal he wore stretched taut across his broad shoulders and defined chest in such a mouthwatering display of muscular deliciousness that I was rendered momentarily speechless.
    “Who won?” Savannah asked as her husband, Jeremy, and Emmy’s fiancé, Luke, joined us at the table, each taking a seat next to their significant others.
    “You ask that like you don’t already know the answer,” Brett scoffed as he took the only empty chair left at the table, right next to me. “I whooped their asses. I’m officially a hundred bucks richer.”
    “Damn it!” Savannah declared, punching Jeremy in the arm. “I said no bets over twenty-five! You know you suck at pool. That’s our future kids college fund you’re pissing away.”
    “Asshole cheated,” Jeremy grumbled as he took a drink from his beer