All the Broken Pieces: (Broken Series Book 3) by Anna Paige Page A

just have to wait until I could get away, find a bar somewhere for an anonymous hook-up and get it out of my system.
    The fucked-up part of me wanted to just go for it with Brant. It wasn’t like we were lifelong friends or anything, and he’d probably turn his back on me eventually anyway, everyone else had. So why not enjoy myself?
    I was like an addict in need of a fix… I hated myself for what I wanted and yet I still wanted it.
    “Can you find us somewhere to pull over?” I asked, barely able to speak over the sound of the wind as it blew through the truck cab. “Somewhere secluded?” I tossed in for good measure.
    He furrowed his brow, eyes still on the road. “We’re not too far from Clay’s property. Is everything okay?”
    “It will be. Clay’s place is fine. Just hurry.” Now that I’d gotten going, even the air whipping through the truck was turning me on. My nipples hardened in my thin lace bra and became visible through my sweater. I parted my legs slightly and was surprised to find that my panties were already wet.
    Brant kept tossing curious glances my way but didn’t ask anything further as we sped toward our destination.
    I should leave him alone. It’s not fair to do this to him. He’s just trying to help.
    I imagined what it would be like to ride his face, that gorgeous chiseled jaw working as he fucked me with his tongue.
    Oh, he’s going to help, all right. He’s not going to know what hit him.
     
    •••
     
    By the time we neared Clay’s property, I was ready to tear every stitch of clothing off him and lick him from head to toe. How was a seven-hundred-horsepower truck moving so damn slowly? It felt like we’d never get there. The sun had already set and left in its wake a slight chill that eventually required us roll up the windows, cutting off the pleasant white noise of the wind blowing through the truck cab.
    I’d had my sweater, so it was no problem for me but Brant was in short sleeves. When I looked over and saw goosebumps on those glorious arms of his, I feigned like I was cold so he would roll up the windows. He’d left them down and dealt with the chill for me. It made me want him more while simultaneously making me feel like shit for what I was about to do.
    The internal war raged on.
    A freshly-cleared driveway appeared off to our right and I practically sighed with relief. Until Brant drove right by.
    What the hell?
    “Um, wasn’t that Clay’s property back there?” I asked impatiently.
    “No, that’s the entrance to the build site for Milly’s Mountain. It’s still technically Clay’s land but not the section I was referring to. The driveway for that is right up here.” He pointed through the windshield.
    “Oh. I forgot about the build. I remember Teach talking about it but I’m fuzzy on the particulars.” My voice caught at the mention of my uncle’s name.
    Brant clearly heard it, turning to give me an understanding smile that was illuminated by the lighted instrument panel. “Yeah, we have big plans for that build. It’s going to be a ton of work, but in the end, it will all be worth it.” He slowed the truck and made the turn into Clay’s driveway. He pointed through the windshield, indicating the property at the end of the long tree-lined entrance. “Eventually, I guess, Clay and Ali will build a permanent home here, too. They don’t seem to be in a hurry though. For now, they’re focusing on building the children’s retreat. The rest will come later.”
    They would have had a house here if Keith hadn’t burned it to the ground. Just thinking about him made me grit my teeth. Smarmy bastard.
    We made our way out of the canopied driveway and Brant pulled the truck to a halt, cutting the engine. The headlights stayed on for a moment, illuminating the open expanse of land and revealing just how secluded the area really was. There was no one around for miles. Just the way I liked it.
    Brant twisted the key back a click and rolled down the