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384 pages, Paperback
First published January 11, 2016
“I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.�
“I thought you said you didn’t want to� And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?��
“I am doing what I want. I’m making you happy.�
I kiss him back hungrily, helpless to resist him. Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn't expect this intense sexual chemistry between us, but it's here, and it's addictive, and I don't know how I can ever give it up.
The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.
Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist about your delusions?" I ask politely. "Because, sweetie, there's no chance in hell of us boning tonight."
"Fine. How about we go down on each other instead?"
"How about you leave?"
"Counter offer- I stay and we dry hump."
...last I checked, genitals don't decide who gets to listen to their music first."
"Oh yes, they do...
See, if you take away my dick privileges, I'll be fine for moths. Years, even. But if I take away your pussy privileges? You'll be utterly lost. Like a drowning man at sea, desperately grabbing for the vagina preserver. Therefore, vagina trumps penis."
“Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.� Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.�
“The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habbits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.�
“I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.�
"Ugh. You even have perfect nipples," I gripe.
His lips twitch. "Do you wanna touch em?"
"I am perfect. I need to remind myself of that more often."
I snort. "Right. Because you're not conceited enough."
"I'm confident," he corrects.
"Edward wants her on a biological level, right?"
"Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?"
God, I am. This is what Allie has reduced me to.
A sad, pathetic loser who goes to a bar and forces
his friend to to participate in a Twilight book club.
He looks at the bathtub,
where I'm lounging like Cleo-fuck-ing-patra.
He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body
like a fluffy white clod. And then he looks at Winston.
"Dude," I blurt out. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Nope, nope, nope, I don't want to know!"
Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away.
His eyes again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand.
I try again. "I promise you, it's not --"
"I don't want to know."
"I was a perfect gentlemen."
Logan snorts. "Well, that's a first."
"Fuck you very much. I happen to be skilled in the art of gentlemanry."
"That's not an art. Or a work." Logan rolls his eyes.
Every little thing she does is magic
Every thing she does just turns me on ..
"You're lucky I love you, babe.
If any other girl had done this to me --"
"You love me? You just said it."
"I ... Well, damn. I guess I did."
"Did you mean it? I want to hear it again."
"Aw shit, babe. Don't make me say it again.
It's bad enough I said it first."
“You’re going about this the wrong way, you know. The best way to get over someone is to hook up with someone else. ASAP.�
“I’m not ready to be with anyone else yet.�
“Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.� Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.�
“So I’m…what, your relationship sponsor? I’m the one who makes sure you don’t fall off the wagon?�
“Yep. Congratulations, you finally get to do something worthwhile with your time,� I say sarcastically.
He tips his head. “What do I get in return?�
“The satisfaction of knowing you’re helping someone other than yourself?�
“Naah. How about a BJ? I’ll do it for a BJ.�
I give him the finger. “You wish.�
“Fine, an HJ.�
“The memories come crashing back in vivid Technicolor. The terrible movie. The tequila shots. The…rest. I slept with Dean last night. Twice. My heart beats faster as I stare up at the ceiling. I’m in Dean’s room. There’s an empty condom wrapper on the end table. And…yep, I’m naked. Maybe it was a bad dream, a voice in my head tries to assure me. I draw another deep breath and find the courage to turn my head. What I encounter seizes my lungs again. A very naked Dean is stretched out on his stomach. His bare ass taunts me, not just with its sheer perfection, but because of the red scratches on his tight butt cheeks. My nails had left those scratches. I lift a weak hand and notice the fingernail on my index finger is broken. I broke a nail while clawing at Dean’s ass.�
“Hey. What’s up?�
I let out a ragged breath. “I want to f*ck you again.�
“Is this a thing now? You’re going to call me every night and say that?�
“Maybe?� Shit. I’m cranky and horny and as confused as she is. “Say yes, baby doll. Just say yes and put me out of my misery.�
“A blond Adonis with his golden chest and sculpted muscles and perfectly chiseled face. If the hockey thing doesn’t work out for him, he ought to consider going into modeling. Dean Di Laurentis oozes sexuality. He could slap his face on a laxative label and every woman in the world would be praying for constipation just to have an excuse to buy it.�
Dean Di Laurentis oozes sexuality. He could slap his face on a laxative label and every woman in the world would be praying for constipation just to have an excuse to buy it.
Garrett: Allie’s gonna crash in my room.
Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room.
The only problem is—I like the strings. Sex and relationships go hand in hand for me. I’m all about the snuggling and inside jokes and talking late into the night. I’m a card-carrying member of Team Boyfriend, and after last night, I can honestly say that Team One-Night-Stand sucks balls. The sex was incredible, but the shame it left me with isn’t worth the orgasms.
“I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant baby.�