No Limits

NO LIMITS CORRUPT COWBOYS BOOK TWO EMMA CREED No Limits Copyright © 2023 by Emma Creed All rights reserved First Edition No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The use of any real company and/or product names is for literary effect only. All other trademarks and copyrights are the property of their respective owners. CONTENTS Author Note Corrupt Cowboys Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Epilogue Corrupt Cowboys Series The Dirty Souls MC Series His Captive His Sacrifice About the Author AUTHOR NOTE ***Warning*** No Limits and all books in the Corrupt Cowboys series are a work of fiction and contain adult content. Due to the nature of the series you should expect come across various subject matter that some readers may find disturbing, and it is intended for readers 18+ Please contact the author if you have any questions. * * * WHATEVER IT TAKES “So, what do you think of the view?” Kieron steps up behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. The way he squeezes doesn’t bring me comfort like it’s supposed to. It makes me shiver. “It’s pretty.” I turn my head so I can look at him, and I wonder what the hell’s wrong with me. Kieron’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s kind, and we’ve got so much in common. “Pretty enough to paint, huh?” he laughs, before he presses his lips onto mine and when he tries to turn it into something more intense, I smile and pull away. “So, did you put a deposit down?” I try to ignore the disappointed look on his face. I’ve gotten used to that look. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m surprised he’s still trying. We’ve been dating for over a month, and we’re still yet to get past first base. “Yeah, it’s all mine. Ours, if you want it to be?” I notice how that disappointed look has turned into a hopeful one. “Hear me out. I know it’s crazy, and we’ve only been dating a month, but I’ve been in love with you since the first day you walked into the gallery.” “Kieron…I…” “Just think about it,” he interrupts, before I can come up with a lame-ass excuse, and suddenly I find myself feeling bad for even being here. I’m not in love with Kieron. I should never have pretended to him, or myself, that there's ever a chance I could be. The truth is, three years ago, Garrett Carson ruined my life. I opened my heart to him. I allowed what I thought we had to develop into something I wanted so desperately, that I got completely blindsided from reality and, ever since, I’ve found it impossible to desire anyone else. I must be the only twenty-one-year old virgin in L.A. It’s pathetic, and it’s all because there is no other man that measures up to that arrogant asshole who broke my heart. I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried. Kieron’s not the first guy I’ve dated. I’ve spent the past thirty-nine months, two weeks and four days trying to get over Garrett and trying to forget the summer that I fell in love with him, but I’m still no closer today than I was the day I left Fork River. “I’ll think about it.” I fake him a smile, knowing that I’m lying to him and feeling pretty fucking rotten for it. “So, since we’re alone, with no roommates to disturb us…” Kieron's eyes glance toward the bedroom door, and nerves knot together in the pit of my stomach. “Sure.” I nod bravely, taking his hand in mine and hoping it will stop shaking as I lead him through to the bedroom. I don’t look back to see if he’s smiling. I just focus on what I’m gonna do. On what I have to do. Garrett Carson is no longer gonna be my curse. I don’t care how wrong it’s gonna feel. Once it’s done, I’ll feel better. Or at least, that's what I’m telling myself. Because I figure nothing can be worse than feeling owned by a man who doesn’t want you. I step into the room and look at the bed. It’s made up with crisp, white sheets and looks almost clinical. The lighting in here’s far too bright, so I turn on the lamp beside the bed and then move back toward the door to flick off the main light switch. Kieron grabs at my waist and pulls me close, his lips invading mine again, as his hand slides up my back and starts to unzip my dress. I squeeze my eyes tighter when a vision comes into my mind. Kieron's lips feel nothing like Garrett's did. Even when we kissed through a storm, his were all I could feel. When Garrett kissed me, he consumed me, and now, here, in this apartment over a thousand miles away, it still feels like he’s consuming me now. I fight against the will to stop, wrapping my arms around Kieron’s neck and kissing him harder. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve tried, it never gets easier. But this time, I will persevere. I’ll get through it