Fuck yes.
Can I do anything about ityet?
Not a damn thing.
Not yet.
One goddamn day maybe... but until then, I refuse to fuck this up by pushing her.
Christ. At this rate, I might as well start waxing fucking poetic about flowers and stars and fucking feelings. I’m going to screw this up. It’s inevitable. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never been with a woman for longer than a few nights. And even then, there weren’t many. I’ve avoided relationships my entire adult life.
One fucking night.
One motherfucking snowstorm, and this woman changes the whole damn game.
Who am I kidding? She changed the game over ten years ago.
Her soft hair and creamy skin. Her beautiful smile. Those flawless fucking tits—perfect handfuls.Fuck. I groan and plant a hand on the tile in front of me, as the hot water pounds down, and stroke faster.Harder.
Until I’m remembering Ashton beneath me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, tits bouncing with each hard thrust of my cock. Moaning and panting and dragging her nails over my skin.
While I taste her. Consume her.
Fuck . . .
I come under the hot spray, surrounded by the memory of Ashton.
Her face the only thing I see as I close my eyes.
Badass Book Club
Dillan
Who’s in for the next book club meeting?
Lexie
Me. Which means Lucky will be there too.
Lucky
Oh, does it really, dolcezza?
Lexie
Am I wrong?
Lucky
No.
Rome
Do you know what sound we all just heard?
Kaleigh
