Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I learned from a young age that life is short, and you have to fucking enjoy every second of it. So my rule is to say yes. Say yes to as much shit as you can.

I was entranced. I was hooked. I was stolen for the rest of the night. My mind wanted one thing. Her. She had my attention, and no one would steal me away. No one would stop me. Because in all honesty, I’ve had my eye on her for a while, ever since I met her two years before.

This is the story of how I wear the title “Ultimate Fuckup,” because not only did I accidentally get the girl in the hot pink dress pregnant . . . But I broke bro code. Because the girl in the hot pink dress is the sister of my teammate . . . and best friend.

Never hurts a man’s ego to hear the woman he’s been lusting after for two years thinks he’s attractive. Nope, I’m going to keep that little nugget of info very close to my dick.

“Uhh . . . because you’re a fucking goddess and being recognized by you feels really fucking amazing,” I say before I can stop myself.

“For your information, from the moment I first met you, I’ve wanted to fuck you. Don’t believe it if you want”—my lips graze her ear—“but it’s fucking true. Those lips of yours, I’ve wanted to own them. Your tits, I’ve wanted to worship. And your pussy, I’ve wanted to taste it.”

I. Want. Her. Need. Her. Bad. And I’m not sure anything can stop me from having her tonight.

Penny Lawes is done with me. Even though I’m not remotely done with her.

He shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Penny. Hockey doesn’t come first. You and this baby do.”

You can’t talk about my goddamn Penny like that and get away with it.

Because I can’t decide if I like Eli or if it’s the hormones. Either way, my body is reacting to him in a way that I can’t control, and I know it’s only a matter of time before this tight hold I have on my emotions and needs will slip.

the more we talk, the more we hang out, and the more I realize that I wish things were different for the both of us because I like her. I actually fucking like this girl.

This bed, these sheets, this woman. She feels so right.

“Mark my words, you two will be married in a year.”

Does she know I fucking live for the smell of that lotion? That I so look forward to the smell of it at night that I actually bought myself a travel-size bottle. And I’m so pathetic that I rub it on my hands at night before I go to bed when I’m away.

“I never fucking said that. I’d never lie about wanting you. Because I want you, Penny. I wanted you the day I first met you, and I wanted you the night of my birthday. I’ve craved you ever since. Don’t put those words in my mouth.”

A woman who never stopped believing that one day I’d be able to say those three little words that are true game changers. Words I now live by. Forever.