Hot Houston Nights: Grant & Pippah PART 2

By S.N. Garza

Hot Houston Nights: Grant and Pippah Part Two

***serial series***

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Pippah has always been nothing more than a side issue for her parents. So when she was diagnosed with breast cancer at twenty-one, she didn't tell them. She didn't need to be rejected, again. Even a one night stand with a man who woke up her soul and brought her to life again.

Grant hadn't expected to see his mystery girl ever again. Until he realized 'the brat' he was supposed to babysit was none other than the woman who rocked his entire world off it's axes.

Their need for each other only grows and the desire to find out what love really means rises to the fore.

But Pippah has secrets. What Grant discovers will bring him to his knees.

**For readers 18+ due to sexual content, and language.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: May 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311129048

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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Hot Houston Nights:

Grant & Pippah

PART 2

By:

S.N. Garza

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Hot Houston Nights: Grant & Pippah PART 2

By S.N. Garza

©June 2015/Stephanie Nicole Garza

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ISBN-13: 978-1511527187

ISBN-10: 1511527188

Sometimes you have to give a little, to gain a whole helluva lot.

Chapter 1

Pippah

He was here. I almost wouldn't believe it if his lips weren't on mine. His tongue licking and tangling with my own. He smelled of dust and wood. Maybe it was his cologne but it was intoxicating. My arms found their way around his neck and he bent down, lifting me with ease.

Lord, Red. I needed you. Fucking months and I missed you like I've never missed a woman before.

Then his lips captured mine once more before trailing kisses down my jawline and up to my ear.

Please tell me you're real.

Yes. I'm real.

He thought of me just as much as I thought about him. That comforted me to know that I wasn't the only one.

The last three months had been hectic to say the least. Nicole just wouldn't calm down. It was like she was spiraling. I knew how that was but the difference was at least she had people, family that loved her.

Nicholas, even though he got aggravated with her sometimes, he still tried to make sure she was happy. Uncle Max was caring but not as attentive as Nicholas said he was before Aunt Charlene bounced.

I felt bad that I didn't know what was happening to them, but I knew at the same time I was dealing with my own shit so my bubble was maxed out.

But as of right now, the only thing on my mind was this man and this kiss.

I was totally getting drunk from the way he sipped and licked at my lips like I was his own personal bottle of whiskey.

I must admit I’ve thought about him more times than I could count. Not even to count the times I’ve replayed that night in my head.

Finally, his lips backed away and I couldn’t help but say, It was only supposed to be one night.

Yeah, well, I never thought you’d be the brat I was supposed to make sure stayed out of trouble.

"I’m not—

A brat? Yeah, I think you just might be one. Leaving like that without even telling me bye. Oh, and you’re a thief.

That was the point of that night, right? And thief? I didn’t steal anything from that house.

Fuck the point. I haven’t thought of anything but you, Pippah. And I meant my tie?

Oh. That theft. I kept my eyes off his face and the blush that burned my neck and face made me feel more vulnerable than it should.

It’s not like he said it any other way than with light teasing affection, but the simple truth is, I did take it. I wanted something special to not only remember that night, but him, too.

Pippah? His thumb and index finger tucked under my chin and lifted me up to his gaze. He didn’t speak until my eyes focused on him. Take as many ties of mine that you like. It’s nothing to be upset over. You wanted something to remember that night. Hell—I have your fucking mask on my dresser at home.

My breath caught. Really?

He backed away and entwined his fingers with mine and started leading me away from the darkened woods.

Yes, brat. Really. Why did you follow that douche bag in here?

"Actually, if you must know, I had a couple drinks too many. When he was trying to do whatever it was he was trying to do—

Rape you.

Uh, yeah. Well, that sobered me up just enough.

Hmmm…must be why your mouth tastes like liquor and candy.

I think Nicholas called them Jell-O shots.

I looked up to see Grants face look stricken and his jaw flex with rigid irritability.

What’s wrong?

He shouldn’t have been supplying you with fucking alcohol. He’s your damn cousin, and an older one at that. He should be watching out for you.

He didn’t supply me with the shots, I took them willingly.

His eyes darkened to the deepest emerald.

"Well, were you ready to do what that guy was so wanting to do with you? Or with any guy? Have you been with another guy since that night? It’s been three months. You have some experience."

Him thinking I would just pick another guy made me mad and I could feel the sting of tears begin to well up at his presumptuous accusations.

"How could you even think that? What is your problem? It’s not like you staked some claim on me. I’m not