That One Night (Jacksonville Rays, #0.5)

by Emily Rath

hasn’t always had the best luck with guys,” he explains. “I see a woman who is clearly uncomfortable, and I sorta see red. She’d call me a protective alpha hole. Maybe you will too. But you know, whatever. Chicks always say nothing will get better until the good guys stand up and set the bad ones straight. If it keeps my Amy safe, I’ll be the jerk. And maybe guys like Douche McYachtclub over there will mind their manners next time.”

O ew

Dragon Rachel purrs inside her cage. This man is in so much trouble.

Wtf

“Do you feel that?” I murmur. “Yeah.” “Do you feel the synchronicity? We’re beating in time. I feel locked in with you—” “I feel it too,” he says. “From the moment you turned around on that barstool, I’ve been kinda freaking out. I don’t do this. I don’t—I don’t do feelings with hookups,” he adds awkwardly. “I—this is crazy. I feel like I’ve got a lit firework in my chest.” He leans in, cupping my cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over my parted lips. “Who the fuck are you?” We hold each other’s gaze for a long moment before I reply. “You already know me, I think…don’t you?” He nods, his gaze softening. “Yeah…yeah, I think maybe I do.” That truth settles between us. We know each other. Not in any real sense, obviously. We’re two nameless strangers. But we know each other all the same. Sometimes people enter your life and it’s a meeting. But sometimes, it’s a meeting again. Déjà vu. Soul recognition. Whatever it is, we have it. I know him. I’m safe with him. I want him.

This is mushier fhan i want

In my head I said it was like my catnip.” He hums his agreement, his tongue tracing up my neck to nip my earlobe. At the same time, his hand snakes between us and he shoves two thick fingers inside my cunt. “More like your pussynip,” he murmurs with his own laugh, and I swear to all the gods, I’ve just fallen in love with this man.

Ew