Mustang by D.M. Davis

My mangled heart beats for her, but hers beats for him… And maybe me.
I’ve never been one for norms. I fight and bake for a living.
Why should I expect my sex-life to be any different?
And I don’t mean love-life. I don’t do love.
I’ve been there. Done that. My heart is mangled for a reason.
My best friend, Walker, and I like to share… As in together.
I’m a transactional, one-time only kinda guy.
Then we met her.
She set off a seismic tremor that threatened to crumble the wall around my heart.
She haunts my thoughts, sinking under my skin like a demon.
Unrelenting.
Remorseless.
I hate how easily thoughts of her sway my body and mind.
It’s a constant battle of wills between what I want and what I can have.
She’s not meant for me. I’m not her forever, regardless of Walker or my treacherous heart trying to convince me otherwise.
I’m her right now—that’s all I can ever be.