Pushing His Luck - Rhyannon Byrd Page 0,24

a prick.”

She snuffled a soft laugh under her breath. “I’m just glad he’s not my asshole and prick.”

“Me too.” He rubbed his jaw, debating whether he should say what he was thinking or change the subject, in case he pissed her off. But she seemed more than willing to be open with him on the topic, so he went ahead and said, “Chris mentioned that the marriage wasn’t a good one.”

Instead of telling him to fuck off, she kept her gaze focused on his profile as she rested the side of her face against the back of the seat and said, “It was a marriage that never should have been in the first place. I mean, it was fine when it was just the two of us, but Ben didn’t want kids, and when I got pregnant… Well, that didn’t change.” She paused for a moment, and he had to clench his teeth together to keep from interrupting her with a guttural description of what a pathetic son of a bitch her ex sounded like. He somehow choked it back, relieved that she didn’t sound sad or bitter—simply resigned—as she went on. “So, looking back, I know the smart thing would have been to cut my losses and end things then and there, instead of sticking it out, thinking it would be best for Jase. Because it wasn’t. All he ended up getting was an absent, disinterested dad, while I got the kind of husband who decides it’s more fun sticking his dick inside his twenty-year-old receptionist than coming home at night.”

“What a fucker,” he muttered, knowing it was going to be damn hard not to punch the asshole in the face when the day finally came when they met. “He must be a goddamn idiot, Rin.”

“Oh, I’m sure he was cheating in his head long before he ever acted on it in real life. The more successful my business became, the more it bothered him. Like he needed to measure the size of his dick based on how much more money he made than me. And when things started going badly at his advertising agency, it was a done deal.” She lifted one graceful hand and tucked a strand of her soft, dark hair behind her ear as she took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “I could tell by the look on his face one night, after he came home late, that it’d finally happened, and had a good idea of who with. So I decided the best thing was to just face them both and get it over with. Unfortunately, I walked in on them going at it in his office the next day, while he had her bent over his desk.”

“Motherfucker,” Paul quietly seethed, thinking an ass-kicking wasn’t nearly good enough for the bastard. Guy needed to have his fucking balls smashed into pulp.

“He’s definitely one of those,” she drawled, “but I was thankfully able to get a speedy divorce and be rid of him. The only sad part is that he has zero interest in having anything to do with his son. He lives with his barely legal girlfriend down in Mission Beach, but only manages to come up and see Jase once every three or four months, and that’s usually just for a lunch. He didn’t even mind when I changed Jase’s last name to my maiden one.”

“I don’t understand how you can sound so calm talking about him. All I want to do right now is put my fist through a wall.” Or the dickhead’s face.

“Yeah, well, I was a mess for a while. Not going to deny it. But I had a great therapist to help me see that Ben was going to take his destructive path, no matter what the people around him did to try and help him.”

Pulling into the parking lot of the complex where she lived, he found a space not far from her condo and parked the truck. Turning the engine off, he unhooked his seatbelt as he looked over at her, one of the nearby streetlights casting her in a soft, golden glow, and her natural, effortless sensuality damn near took his breath away. Her thick, lustrous hair fell in soft waves around her feminine features, her skin lightly tanned and luminous, lips full and pink and so fucking tempting, he couldn’t help but imagine how they would look wrapped around his cock.

And you need to get your head out of the gutter before you blow