Redemption Road (Roughneck #3)

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Authors: Nicole Hart
walked up to the front porch and started to knock on the door. Do I knock? I had a key. Do I use it? I wasn’t sure what to do. I mean, I lived here now. I didn’t need to knock. Right? Shit. Why was I making such a big deal out of this? Use the key, Mackenzie. I rubbed it against my fingertips, trying to will myself to put it in the door knob. But it was too late for anymore debating when I noticed the door handle turn slowly. Shit.
    “Hey, Mackenzie,” Kash said, as he opened the door slowly and stared at me, wearing a towel. His hair was messy and wet with beads of water dripping down his chest. His chest. That perfect, chiseled chest. Oh Lord, help me. I wanted to lick that water off his chest. And that little towel that was covering his bottom half. I tried not to notice that it was draped open a little at the end. I forced my eyes to look up; I wouldn’t let him catch me staring at him. But I couldn’t help but stare. He was so sexy. I watched as a small bead of water ran from his shoulder blade down his chest until it got lost in the small patch of hair below his belly button. Holy shit. Look up, Mackenzie, look up.
    “You wanna come in?” Kash said in that husky voice that caused me to melt like butter. He ran his hands through his hair quickly causing it to stick up on all ends. I’m pretty sure I might have licked my lips just watching that simple gesture. He was giving me that cocky side grin that made my knees buckle.
    I needed to get it together. Right now.
    “Um. Yeah, thanks,” I said, as I picked my suitcase up and started to walk through the doorway. Kash grabbed the bag out of my hands.
    “Thanks,” I whispered, staring at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him.
    I walked into the living room and took in my surroundings. It was clean and cozy. Besides the fact that Kash was basically naked less than a foot away from me, I was comfortable here. More than I thought I would be. I almost felt safe.
    “Let me show you to your room,” Kash said, as he nodded his head down the hallway.
    “Ok,” I said quietly. I walked behind him, trying not to stare at the towel swaying back and forth with each step. When I could finally take my eyes off his ass, I noticed a huge tattoo on his back. It was a huge cross with all of this weaving and design surrounding it. It covered almost his entire back. It was beautiful. And sexy as hell, which was no surprise.
    “Here it is,” he said, as he opened the door and led me through the doorway. He put my suitcase on the bed and walked back to the doorway.
    “Thanks for letting me stay here, Kash. I hope it isn’t a big inconvenience,” I said with a little smile, trying to keep it together.
    “It’s my pleasure, sweetie,” he said, and gave me a wink before he shut the door behind him.
    Once he shut the door, I had to sit on the bed before my knees gave out.
    This was going to be harder than I thought. He was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. There was no doubt about it. As I unpacked my clothes, I tried to get my butterflies in check. I heard my phone ringing in my scrubs pocket on the bed as I put a pair of yoga pants on. Jake, of course. I denied the call. Then a few seconds later, a text came through.
    Jake: Answer my call, or you will regret it. I promise you.
    Damn it. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? But of course, my phone rang again a second later. I picked it up, because he had proven he was relentless.
    “Hello,” I said quietly, but my voice was unable to disguise the hate I felt for him.
    “So, you think you’re just going to leave me and go shack up with some other guy? How long have you been fucking him? I always knew you were a fucking whore. Well, if you think I’m just going to let this happen, you’re mistaken, you got that Mackenzie?” he said calmly; too calmly.
    “I’m not fucking anyone,” I said, realizing I had probably never even said that word in front of him.
    “You’re a lying cunt,” he

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